Chapter 1116 Visitors of the Scorched Land <TOC> Chapter 1118 Response
Translator: SumTLMan
More than the torrent of questions unleashed by Samantha, Canter was deeply concerned about Angel’s current state. From their brief glimpse before reaching La Sutherland, Angel appeared unharmed, but he couldn’t confirm this with certainty.
After all, there was an unknown, potentially formidable entity in Angel’s vicinity.
However, Canter was apprehensive about directly asking about Angel’s safety, fearing that his queries might incur the wrath of the mysterious dark-skinned woman. So, he cautiously asked in a veiled manner, “Are you alright now?”
Angel, having just been bombarded by Samantha’s rapid-fire questions, warmed inwardly at Canter’s inquiry.
“I’m fine.”
“If you are well, come back with us,” Samantha paused momentarily, “Your mentor is waiting for you.”
Though Samantha’s tone remained somewhat condescending, they genuinely intended to bring Angel back with them. Canter wanted to know if Angel could indeed leave with them.
Only after Angel had left this dangerous region, would Canter truly feel assured of his safety. Simultaneously, he wouldn’t have to worry about inciting the ire of the enigmatic figure.
Angel did want to return, but… glancing at Toby, he sighed inwardly in resignation.
“There are some matters I need to take care of. I can’t leave just yet.”
“Why can’t you leave? Has that woman held you captive?” Samantha’s tone was laced with suspicion.
Before Angel could respond to Samantha’s query, a formidable, terror-inducing pressure descended from the sky, weighing heavily upon her.
Having expended nearly all her magical energy in the fight against Nythotep, Samantha was utterly defenseless against this ferocious mental assault. She plunged instantly into an abyss of darkness where a pair of chilling, oddly colored eyes watched her coldly from the depths.
“Ah——” Samantha let out a painful scream, her body swaying precariously.
Canter caught her, preventing her from tumbling over. Judging by the current circumstances, Samantha’s dismissive reference to the “woman” seemed to have ruffled some feathers. Every formidable being has their tolerance limits, and in the Wizarding World, Samantha’s behavior would be considered suicidal.
Canter shook his head. Apparently, the effects of Samantha’s encounter with Nythotep hadn’t quite worn off yet.
However, Samantha’s impulsive action wasn’t without its benefits. At the very least, it gave him two pieces of information: First, their conversation was indeed being monitored by the formidable being, which meant they had to tread carefully in their upcoming exchanges; second, the fact that Samantha wasn’t immediately slain showed that there was still some room for negotiation.
Canter’s internal calculations didn’t affect his outward composure. Having steadied Samantha, he softly said to her, “I’ll handle this, you rest for a while.”
His voice held a note of gentle command, but his eyes left no room for argument.
Samantha’s mouth opened and closed, ultimately swallowing the words she’d intended to utter. Her emotional control was indeed teetering on the brink of collapse; it wouldn’t be wise to continue probing. And after being targeted by the formidable entity, Samantha also worried that she might utter something even more inappropriate.
Once Samantha fell silent, Canter turned to Angel, “Is the reason you can’t leave… related to you?”
“It’s about Toby,” Angel paused, “Mentor should be aware of Toby’s condition. I must first lift Toby’s curse before I can leave.”
Canter suddenly achieved enlightenment, he naturally understood Toby’s predicament. Sky Island was confronted by the Chaos of the Evil God, and the reason Sanders and Rhine could make haste to the scene was thanks to the information Angel left behind, telling them about the doom curse. The reason Angel was knowledgeable about this curse was because Toby too, was inflicted with it.
Samantha had no idea about Toby’s situation, she looked at Canter, bewildered.
In a hushed voice, Canter said a sentence to her: “Doom Curse.”
Samantha’s pupils shrunk. ‘Brown Sugar Servant’ Bruen had previously eaten the Olaf Tentacle Crab, resulting in his affliction by the Doom Curse. Hence, she was deeply aware of the enormous aftermath brought about by the Doom Curse.
If it’s the Doom Curse that caused Angel to choose not to return, this reason was acceptable.
“So that’s how it is, but are you certain you can lift the Doom Curse?” Canter questioned.
Angel: “I can. The place for the lifting, Mentor should also be aware of. After I’ve lifted the curse, I’ll return immediately.”
The place of the lifting, Sanders knows? Canter reflected on this, recalling what Sanders had previously mentioned, the message Angel left in Wispering Wind Valley was ‘he was going to Ice Valley’, combined with the omnipresent curse in Ice Valley, it suggested that the being in Ice Valley must be proficient in matters of curse, which made sense.
So Angel’s intention was to go to Ice Valley to lift the curse? But why would he appear in La Sutherland?
Before Canter could ask, Angel continued his previous statement, saying, “I came to La Sutherland to complete a senior’s mission, only in this way, can Toby be saved.”
As for what the mission was, Angel couldn’t say. This was related to Odeklaes’s power state, he speculated that once he uttered it, Fafnir would extinguish Canter and Samantha.
Upon hearing Angel’s words, Canter gained some insight. It appeared to be Ice Valley’s dragon that arranged for Angel to come here. Even though Angel didn’t specify the mission, at least Canter understood one thing: they couldn’t take Angel away at the moment, but he knew Angel would go to the Ice Valley next.
At that time, they could wait for Angel in Ice Valley.
“Alright, I understand. I will convey your thoughts to Sanders.” Canter: “By the way, the message you sent before, is it confirmed to be true? Is a lord about to ascend to the throne being born?”
Seeing the current resplendent sky, Canter could pretty much confirm this message, but naturally, he still had to inquire.
Now that the main point was mentioned, Samantha wasn’t idle either, she covertly activated the communicator, adding a long-distance spell frequency band, connecting it to the floating iceberg above.
“This matter is true, Lord Night is indeed about to ascend to the throne.”
Lord Night? Listening to Angel’s tone, did he know the other party?
As Canter was pondering over this question, Angel’s words took a turn: “However, this is temporarily not important, what’s most important right now is, the floating iceberg in the sky must leave its current position.”
Angel’s words carried a clear urgency and anxiety.
Not only did it reach Canter and Samantha’s ears, but Samantha also transmitted it to the floating iceberg in the sky.
Mengke looked at Sanders: “Your apprentice indeed seems to know quite a bit.”
Sanders could see Mengke’s probing gaze. Sanders maintained a poker face, but deep down, he heaved a sigh of helplessness.
In times past, Mengke had shared with him a message from Angel, delivered via Sineva. Sanders had listened intently, a bead of sweat forming in his heart, praying that Angel would avoid being drawn into the heart of the maelstrom. For in one’s weaker moments, self-thrusting into the core of the storm would not make them a surfer riding the wave, but a sitting duck.
Yet, reality had a cruel way of mocking one’s hopes.
With a deep sigh reverberating through his soul, Sanders realised that Angel avoiding commotion was akin to a fish ignoring water — an impossible feat. All he could do was hold his breath, hoping the ensuing revelation would not shock his world too much.
Just as Sanders had resigned himself to this line of thought, a tumult of voices crackled over the communicator.
“Why leave?” Canter questioned, his eyes probing Angel with uncertainty.
Angel, casting a backward glance at Fafnir, noticed she seemed indifferent, coolly savouring her drink and food. He sneaked another peek at Canaan, the source of his impending revelation. Relaying it in Canaan’s presence did stir some discomfort in Angel.
Yet, Canaan was unruffled, chewing incessantly on the devilish delight, murmuring praises of its delectable taste. Despite the dish being quite enjoyable, it was practically tasteless. Angel could deduce from Canaan’s theatrics that she was aware of what was coming, her actions, a proclamation of her stance.
Acknowledging Canaan’s unspoken support with a slight nod, Angel departed from the Domain of Wind.
Neither Fafnir nor Canaan attempted to stop him. Canaan merely exhaled a sigh so faint it was nearly inaudible, quickly returning her attention to the meal before her. She had not lied; the devilish delight was indeed palatable. Despite its blandness, the refreshing and smooth texture, coupled with a dash of wine, suited her preferences perfectly.
With a ripple of water-like fluctuations, Angel’s silhouette materialized before Canter.
Angel’s sudden appearance stunned both Canter and Samantha. Did this signify that the overpowering being hadn’t confined Angel?
Canter approached Angel, examining him closely. He found no noticeable changes in Angel over the brief separation. What piqued his interest was Angel’s aura — calm and stable. His attire was uncrumpled, his hair impeccably styled. All of this suggested the veracity of Angel’s previous claims, and his condition indeed seemed well.
In fact, it appeared he was faring much better than them. Canter recalled his close shave during the Chaos of the Evil God. It was a sobering reminder of the struggles they had all faced.
On the flip side, Samantha was also scrutinizing Angel. She had glimpsed him at Watchtower Fortress before, but hadn’t given him her full attention. Now, under her direct gaze, her understanding of him began to shift.
At first, his appearance had led her to draw a parallel with Sanders — a second incarnation, perhaps. But on closer examination, she discovered that the austerity of Sanders was a quality ingrained in his very bones, always exuding an icy demeanor. However, Angel was different; he radiated tranquility and even mildness. There was a natural aloofness about him that stirred in Samantha memories of Book Ancestor.
“Scholarly type,” Samantha silently mused. The perennially antagonistic Sanders had ironically taken on an apprentice of the very type he had a bone to pick with — a scholar.
Should Sanders have come across Samantha’s train of thought, he would undoubtedly scoff immediately.
After all, he initially believed Angel to be a compliant scholarly type too.
“Seems like you’ve been doing pretty well for yourself. By the way, are you the proprietor of that shop?” Canter queried curiously after sizing him up. Angel had evaded Sineva’s earlier question. However, Canter had a sneaking suspicion that the mystery shopkeeper who had been causing a stir in La Sutherland was none other than the Angel standing before him.
Angel’s expression faltered momentarily, then transformed into one of alarm: “That’s not of importance right now. The crucial matter at hand is that the floating iceberg cannot remain in its original position, because the demons are launching a plot to eradicate humanity!”
Chapter 1116 Visitors of the Scorched Land <TOC> Chapter 1118 Response