Questioned

It seemed Freud still had more to say, but he didn't. Either because he didn't wish to reveal too many secrets in front of Neya, or that he wasn't confident enough in his expertise yet.

"So um, I sent the table into a dream but with no way to tell what this means to us?" Angor frowned.

"Correct." Freud nodded.

Both Angor and Neya went agape.

When Neya read about the Dream Whelk from magazines, she thought the item possessed some kind of true value but was relatively weaker compared to "real" Mystery items.

But no! This was ACTUALLY useless!

Even though she didn't show it before, she was still reluctant to hand over the item to Angor. But now, she felt a lot better.

The three of them spent a brief moment in the room in awkward silence.

Angor shook his head and looked at Freud again. "People sleep and wake up as needed. So when is this table going to… you know, wake up?"