Chapter 1223 Activating the Right Eye <TOC> Chapter 1225 Star Frost
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Heretofore, Angel remained uncertain of the underpinnings of Shava’s thoughts. His actions, starkly divergent from any discernible logic Angel could grasp, painted an enigma.
Contrary to a man oblivious to the rights and wrongs, Angel’s feelings bore more gratitude than bitterness towards him.
However, nestled within this emotional tapestry, Angel sensed an undercurrent of unease seeping through.
This unease stemmed from self-doubt, from a pessimistic view of human nature capable of malevolence, and from the worry of an unrequited favor.
Similar to how the Time Thief was not just bestowing benefits upon you but was also prying into your future.
Angel didn’t know what Shava wanted.
Moreover, Angel was unsure if he could afford the cost of this unknown desire.
“What happened just now? Who was that shadow…?” Popoca, ever intrigued by that phantom, seizes the opportunity to question, despite being in a weakened state.
Angel tucked away his thoughts brewing under his furrowed brow. He was too frail, and many things could not be explained at this juncture.
Perhaps only when he wasn’t ensnared in the trivial matters, he would gain some enlightenment.
“It was nothing, just testing a certain ability,” Angel replied curtly, swiftly steering the conversation away. He pivoted, “What did you want to ask me about?”
Testing a certain ability? Illusion spell, perhaps? Popoca harbored a flicker of doubt. He intended to probe further, but Angel’s demeanor suggested otherwise, compelling Popoca to suppress his curiosity.
“I just wanted to ask, I saw you leaving with Vaudeurs earlier, did he give you any trouble?” Popoca continued in line with Angel’s topic.
“No.” Angel reflected, “Vaudeurs simply hoped I could help him with something.”
“What is it? Is it dangerous?” Popoca inquired anxiously.
“I’m not sure, it doesn’t sound dangerous, but it could be troublesome,” Angel, rubbing his temples, divulged Vaudeurs’ request.
“He hopes that the native inhabitants who have left could be relocated back to the Tan Continent for procreation. However, Vaudeurs can’t leave the Tan Continent, so he wants me to assist him with this task.”
According to Vaudeurs, he never considered this issue as he knew the Tan Continent would collapse one day. But since the Tan Continent has survived, it’s worth giving it a shot.
Surely, Vaudeurs still had words unspoken, but Angel didn’t intend to delve deeper, instead, he pondered solely on the task at hand.
At first blush, Angel didn’t perceive this task as particularly challenging. But considering the vast wilderness of the Tan Continent, Angel immediately recognized the root of the complication.
Be it the russet land — the lava area, or the volcanic zone, or even the barren desert — Angel couldn’t identify any habitable areas there. Not to mention the various resources required for survival.
Hence, if Angel were truly intent on persuading others to settle on the Tan Continent, he’d likely have to reckon with an array of survival issues.
Indeed, Vaudeurs, while not specifying how many natives he intends to Migrate to the Tan Continent, would surely not settle for a handful. He’d at least need a substantial tribe.
But how could a sizable tribe willingly abandon their homeland to colonize the harsh landscape of the Tan Continent?
Of course, Angel could resort to deceit and leave the aftermath for Vaudeurs to manage. But would such an approach truly satisfy Vaudeurs? Angel suspects the answer may be in the negative.
“If we’re to truly bring natives to settle on the Tan Continent, there’s a myriad of factors to consider…” Popoca instantly recognized the crux of the matter, “Have you given Vaudeurs your word?”
Angel shook his head, “I said I’d need to think it over, then I returned.”
Popoca sighed in relief, “It’s good he didn’t pressure you into a decision.”
“What are your thoughts?” Angel asked, turning towards Popoca.
“This matter, I believe, will be quite complicated. Moving the natives is one issue; the key lies in their survival here. If he didn’t pressure you into agreeing, it might be best to bide our time until Garm wakes up and we can depart,” Popoca opined.
This idea had occurred to Angel as well, but they were currently on Vaudeurs’ turf. Surely Vaudeurs, having intentionally summoned him here, would not let him leave without any commitments?
Popoca noticed Angel’s hesitation and quickly understood his predicament.
“If all else fails, you could actually agree to his request. After all, while the issue is complex, it’s not unsolvable, and it doesn’t pose a great risk.”
“At worst, we could teach the natives survival skills, or use special spells to build a water cycle, import soil from other places, restore the ecological balance… or if need be, we could use illusion magic.”
Popoca’s suggestions, though far-fetched, sparked a seed of an idea in Angel’s mind.
Even the most complicated issues, once disentangled, might not be as unsolvable as they seem.
…
After a day’s rest, Angel returned to the outskirts of the fortress.
Chilly winds blew but failed to extinguish the lone lantern illuminating the bones.
On the throne, Vaudeurs supported his forehead with his hand, peering through his totem mask at the countless bones as if seeing another dimension beyond them.
Only when distant footsteps echoed did Vaudeurs lift his gaze.
“Savior,” Vaudeurs whispered, recognizing the newcomer.
“I’ve carefully pondered over the request you made yesterday,” Angel skipped pleasantries and cut straight to the point, “There are some details I don’t yet understand. I need to ask a few questions, is that alright?”
“Please, ask.”
“Do you wish the natives of the original Tan Continent to arrive, should they sincerely be forthcoming, or should I coerce them by other means? How many of the natives do you need? Does the Tan Continent have places for them to live? I mean, places with survival resources.”
Vaudeurs: “How they come, I do not care, but naturally it would be best if they are sincere. As for the number, more or less, it doesn’t matter…”
Vaudeurs’ voice abruptly cut off when discussing living areas and survival resources. Though he didn’t explain further, the answer seemed apparent.
The situation of the Tan Continent, indeed, was worse than imagined.
Angel sighed inwardly: “Alright, I understand. I can agree to your request, but I would like to acquire some concessions.”
“What concessions?” Vaudeurs curiously looked at Angel.
Angel: “If I bring the natives here, I hope to also bring humans in.”
“Humans?” Vaudeurs furrowed his brows slightly.
“Vaudeurs Lord may not know, but on the surface of the Abyss today, humans have set up many stronghold cities. In these cities, humans are only a small portion, the natives occupy the majority, and there is even a portion of half-demons with friendly dispositions.” Angel explained.
“So you mean, you want humans to come to the Tan Continent to construct these stronghold cities you speak of?”
“This is just my idea, after all, the survival resources on the Tan Continent are extremely scarce, and only wizards can gradually improve the environment here, allowing the natives to live.” Angel paused: “The stronghold cities are just the initial part. If the Tan Continent could become more habitable in the future, the natives will surely come of their own accord, and by then, to reestablish the cities of the natives and restore the grandeur of the Ancient Cold, it may be possible.”
What Angel thought of was to bring humans to the Tan Continent.
The safe environments within the Abyss are too few, the Frost Moon Alliance has wanted to expand and build more stronghold cities more than once, but still, it is not feasible. Many stronghold cities, even if they are established, once discovered by demons, they are bound to suffer a destructive blow, just like Emberstone Titan.
Yet the Tan Continent is Vaudeurs’ domain after all, he won’t sit idly by as demons invade, hence this place is rather suitable for the establishment of stronghold cities.
This solution may not be the best, but at least for the current Angel, it is a relatively convenient approach to resolving the problem.
The extraordinary abilities of the wizard can improve living conditions. Moreover, only wizards are willing to voluntarily come to such harsh places to construct strongholds.
Vaudeurs pondered for a moment, neither agreeing nor refusing, “Besides this, what other concessions would you like?”
“I yearn to utilize the Phase Gateway,” professed Angel.
“Is this a desire for personal usage, or do you aim to avail mankind of it?” Vaudeurs Lord scrutinized Angel closely.
“I hope, in future, to journey to other domains via the Phase Gateway. As for the rest of mankind, it’s not my concern.”
Vaudeurs chuckled, “Should it be your wish to harness the Phase Gateway, there would naturally be no issue. The Gateway is intimately intertwined with this continent, and as the continental consciousness is akin to me, I would certainly not object. You are at liberty to use the Phase Gateway at will; it is your prerogative.”
A sparkle lit up in Angel’s eyes.
“However, if it pertains to other humans… even if a stronghold city were established on the original Tan Continent, I wouldn’t permit mankind to enter the Land of Darkness,” Vaudeurs declared indifferently. After all, the Ancient Cold City lies within the Land of Darkness, a symbol of ancient glory.
“Has His Highness Vaudeurs consented to construct a stronghold city?”
Vaudeurs nodded, “I can, of course, understand the savior’s sentiments. It indeed seems like a solid solution; why would I refuse?”
“What are the stipulations concerning the selection of humans and the stronghold city?”
“The savior may consider this at his discretion.”
“Is there a time limit?” Angel inquired further.
Vaudeurs shook his head, “As long as you remember it, that’s sufficient.”
With such lenient conditions, coupled with the freedom to select the location for the stronghold city, a glint of delight flashed across Angel’s eyes.
He held an average impression of the Frost Moon Alliance, thus his idea was to enlist some wizards from the Savage Grottoes to construct the stronghold city here.
However, Angel was unaware at the moment that this news would cause such a tumultuous stir in the Wizarding World!
“My fate is bound with this continent, I can’t stray far. I must place my hopes on the savior.” Vaudeurs rose to his feet, offering a slight bow to Angel.
Angel reciprocates the gesture, “Since we have reached an agreement, I shall take my leave now.”
However, as Angel turned to leave, Vaudeurs suddenly said, “By the way, I have an item here that I traded with the wizard named Puccio. It’s of no use to me. Consider it a token of my gratitude.”
While speaking, Vaudeurs tossed an object towards Angel.
“No need, I have already received a great concession,” Angel refused after catching the object and before inspecting it.
“The concession you seek is in itself a way to fulfill my request. This doesn’t conflict with the token of gratitude I offer.”
Angel wanted to object, but when he sensed the object in his hand, he fell silent abruptly.
Chapter 1223 Activating the Right Eye <TOC> Chapter 1225 Star Frost