Chapter 1093 Pivotal Information <TOC> Chapter 1095 Umbrella in the Rain
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“Velite, are your words the genuine truth?”
The one who’d just spoken was none other than Velite, the “Twilight’s Gleam” hailing from Western Demos. His words elicited glances from everyone present.
Velite nodded, “I’m quite certain.”
Everyone fell into a slight stupor. Although Velite wasn’t the most powerful of the wizards present, his character was recognized by all. He was not a man to spin yarns, and even though there was a hint of hesitation in his speech, it was merely his conversational style.
The revelation that Angel had been targeted by the Time Thief took everyone by surprise, yet it also seemed reasonable.
Angel’s pace of cultivation was remarkable; his alchemy was on the verge of unlocking the mysterious door. His potential had been acknowledged by all, so it seemed quite logical that he’d drawn the attention of the Time Thief.
“The Phantom lineage truly thrives. Sanders was favored by the Time Thief, his chief disciple Sumesh has recently embarked on the path of true knowledge, and now this Angel…” One of them remarked, expressing their admiration. It was undeniable that Sanders had surpassed everyone present in terms of having an eye for capable apprentices.
As all wizards were expressing their amazement, they also marveled at Sanders’ good fortune. Except for Mengke, who was standing at the forefront, his expression hidden under the mask was noticeably gloomy.
Before, he had been full of admiration and appreciation for Angel. Now, however, a trace of jealousy could be seen in Mengke’s eyes.
Except for a handful, no one knew that he’d been abandoned by the Time Thief. Regardless of the choices he made, the Time Thief would no longer appear.
For this very reason, Mengke dared to venture off the beaten track, intending to leap forward by hunting the Descendant of the Great Demon God.
However, currently, a mere wizard’s apprentice, an unsung hero, had been marked by the Time Thief, causing the balance in his heart to tremble, and lose equilibrium in an instant.
He could reluctantly accept Sanders being marked by the Time Thief, but why could he not even match up to a wizard’s apprentice?
What merits did this apprentice possess that warranted the Time Thief’s attention?
Mengke shut his eyes in deep contemplation, aware that his emotions were astray, and needed recalibration. Yet, each time the Time Thief crossed his mind, resentful thoughts sprung forth, unstoppable.
These recurring thoughts had turned into obsessions, even metamorphosing into his inner demons.
“Mengke, what do you foresee for Angel’s future?” asked Velite, a hidden meaning seemingly woven into his words.
Suppressing the resentment bubbling inside him, Mengke responded in a calm and composed tone, “Being marked by the Time Thief has its pros and cons. However, in my view, the negatives far outweigh the positives. The pursuit of truth is an indelible belief for all wizards, a faith that remains resilient despite the test of time. Anyone disrupting our journey down this path is a hurdle, and the Time Thief is no exception.”
Mengke’s profound words left everyone present dumbfounded. Their perspective of the Time Thief was predominantly positive. They had previously assumed that Mengke shared this viewpoint, never expecting such deep-seated thoughts harbored within him.
Wearing a grin, Velite responded, “I couldn’t agree more, Mengke. Only the path of truth should remain untainted.”
After delivering his statement, Velite slowly retreated into the shadows, melting seamlessly into the crowd around him.
Mengke cast a profound glance towards Velite, striving to settle his somewhat agitated state of mind.
As time flowed ceaselessly, the assembly gradually grew silent. Although their lips ceased to carry on the discussion about Angel, and their expressions regained tranquility, their hearts were still consumed by tumultuous waves. The shock delivered by Angel was far too immense; their current silence was but the speechless exchange of glances following the astonishment. They firmly believed that this brewing storm, still in its infancy, would bring about an inconceivable shock to the Wizarding World in the not-so-distant future.
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Unaware that he had become the epicenter of an emerging tempest, the individual in question was at this very moment somewhat flustered while controlling a sphere of ice floating nearby.
The cause of this, after all, was the impending arrival of the throne, causing the flames to grow more vigorous.
The Mark of Flame on Angel’s right ear had previously, for no discernible reason, released a substantial quantity of fire, which now orbited around him. These flames were beyond his control, unable to be retracted, left to riot around him as they wished.
The one silver lining was that these flames, though they orbited him closely, had until now followed a fixed path. Thus, Angel had placed the sphere of ice, within which Toby was sealed, to hover over his shoulder, avoiding conflict between the two.
However, not too long ago, the flames had suddenly become much more lively, no longer adhering to their previous path, but chaotically darting around him instead. As a result, the sphere of ice almost fell victim to these rambunctious flames.
At present, the Frost Seal spell was charging. If it were to be breached by the flames, the consequences would be uncertain. Startled, Angel quickly moved the sphere of ice closer to his chest, but the agitated flames continued to wreak havoc, which led to Angel’s somewhat clumsy attempts to regain control.
With a great deal of effort, Angel finally cradled the sphere of ice in his arms, conveniently deploying an ice spell to isolate it, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
However, once all was done, the flames swirling around him abruptly vanished.
This disappearance was not the reintegration of the flames into the mark, but rather, they slipped into an unknown world, vanishing without a trace.
Angel reached out, searching the nearby space, aside from some residual warmth, he could no longer detect any fire elements.
Turning his gaze outward, he noticed that the flames in the fire sea outside were disappearing at a visibly rapid pace.
What was going on?
Angel turned back, intending to inquire with Fafnir, only to see her eyes somewhat vacant, seemingly gazing up at the sky, but also appearing to be looking beyond the sky, at a far distant world.
“The Throne of Flames has reached its construction phase, requiring countless flames to forge the throne,” Fafnir suddenly spoke.
“Is that the mystery behind The Vanishing Flames?”
Fafnir no longer spoke, a longing gaze emerged in her eyes as she stared into the unknown void.
Although the outside sea of fire had disappeared, the thick smoke and burnt smell in the air did not dissipate with it. At this time, in La Sutherland, shrouded in smoke, littered with ruins, two figures were slowly advancing.
One was a small, white-haired old man wearing a wizard’s hat, his eyebrows trailing down to his chest, with curled beards. Despite appearing quite benign, his eyes and attire imparted a sense of being a cheeky old man.
The other figure was an enchantress, her body exhibiting a resplendent glow akin to glass, the hem of her gown sweeping wide.
These two, Canter and Samantha, had been dispatched to La Sutherland by Mengke. They moved through the smoky atmosphere, the overpowering scent of gunpowder pervading the air and causing Samantha’s brow to furrow persistently.
“Why has the fire vanished so abruptly?” Samantha softly queried, an undertone of suspicion in her voice.
Canter responded, “If Angel’s assessment is correct, perhaps, this extinguishing of the flames is somehow connected to the new lord.”
Given the current climate of La Sutherland, they surmised the new lord was likely a Fire Demon. Thus, any abnormality related to the flames naturally led them to consider this newly appointed lord as the cause.
Samantha, too, had entertained such a guess. But to ascertain the specifics, they’d need to meet with Angel.
“What kind of man is Angel?” Samantha asked. On the floating iceberg, she had no opportunity to ask, but her curiosity was no less than anyone else’s.
“He is simply a very talented illusionist apprentice,” Canter responded nonchalantly while his eyes continued to scan their surroundings. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he dashed into a dilapidated building, reappearing just a few seconds later.
In his hand now were some peculiar materials, along with the corpse of a small demon.
These unique materials were specific to the Abyss, hard to come by in the Wizarding World. Having the rare chance to visit the demon city, Canter naturally wanted to gather as much as he could. As for the corpse of the small demon, its worth wasn’t exceptionally high, but it could fetch a bit of money.
After swiftly handling the items in his possession — skinning the demon, stripping its bones, and packaging all useful materials — Canter leisurely continued to follow Samantha.
Samantha’s expression was tinged with an unexpected note, yet she refrained from chastising Canter. After all, Canter was not of Frost Moon, and his sojourn to La Sutherland was primarily driven by personal gain. The devastated ruins held many of La Sutherland’s shops, a trove of exotic rarities, making Canter’s pursuit of personal profit within this opportunity plausible.
Samantha’s discontent stemmed from Canter’s indifferent response to her inquiries.
“If Angel is merely a gifted apprentice, is it worth our attention?” Samantha scoffed.
“All you want to know is what makes Angel special… I’m not Sanders, how am I supposed to know what sets him apart?” Canter rolled his eyes, “The only thing I do know is that Sanders thinks highly of Angel.”
Canter’s response was as nonchalant as ever. However, this time, Samantha chose not to press further.
Sanders thinks highly of Angel. To her, this was a satisfactory answer.
As Rhine Mute’s daughter, Samantha had lived in the Savage Grottoes before a certain incident occurred, and she was well acquainted with Sanders. Sanders was a man with a cold heart, not due to complete heartlessness, but rather because his quest for truth surpassed any other wizard’s intensity and persistence. Thus, any matter irrelevant to his pursuit did not concern him.
The fact that Sanders valued Angel proved his exceptionality.
“So, does Angel have a Nightmare Soul?” Samantha pondered internally. As one who had grown up alongside Sanders, she was privy to the notion of Nightmare Souls. She was also aware of Sanders’ biggest regret — the creation of a passage to the Nightmare Plane during his ascension to become a formal wizard. As a result, for many years afterwards, Sanders had to seek Gloria, finally entering the Nightmare Plane through the use of Twisted Protozoa.
What could move Sanders was likely a Nightmare Constitution.
Samantha’s conjecture was not wrong, but little did she know that even though Sanders initially prized Angel’s Nightmare Constitution. As Angel’s shenanigans ensued and his penchant for upending the status quo emerged without a shred of reason, Sanders may have outwardly sworn under his breath, but he had already inwardly acknowledged the essence of who Angel was as a person.
Tick-tock——
While Samantha was immersed in her thoughts, an eerie sound of a falling water droplet unexpectedly pierced through the silence, infiltrating her auditory senses.
Chapter 1093 Pivotal Information <TOC> Chapter 1095 Umbrella in the Rain