Chapter 1283 Living Dead <TOC> Chapter 1285 Differences in Each Transformation
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Angel’s loyal maid, Ollie, had always been close to him, dutifully tending to his every need.
Head Maid Mana played the role of the stewardess for Pat Manor, nurturing both brothers since their tender years. To label her as family would be no exaggeration.
When Angel couldn’t locate the two in the underground wine cellar, he turned to Leon with hopeful eyes, yearning for good news.
Leon hesitated momentarily, and with a shadowed expression, offered a rueful shake of his head.
After some time, Angel found himself standing outside Head Maid Mana’s chamber. Even separated by the heavy door, his keen senses painted a clear picture of the room’s situation.
Head Maid Mana’s state mirrored that of the others from the cellar: emaciated, hollow-eyed, and mumbling absentmindedly. Confined to her quarters, her attire remained intact. Once a slightly plump middle-aged woman, she now drowned in her own clothes. They hung loosely, reminiscent of a child donning an adult’s garment.
Angel did not push the door open. Instead, he silently held his ground.
Witnessing Mana’s once-full face now gaunt and hollowed, her formerly tender smile now rigid, shattered Angel’s warm memories, rending his heart into pieces.
After what felt like an eternity, Angel looked towards Sanders, a hint of desperation in his voice, “Is there truly no hope?”
Sanders remained silent, his countenance revealing the bleak truth. Angel closed his eyes, and a profound silence enveloped them.
After a poignant pause, Angel, in a voice even raspier than usual, whispered, “We should consult Lord Suis. He might have some insights.”
Sanders had intended to seek Lord Suis’s counsel as well, so he didn’t object to Angel’s suggestion.
Leon interjected at this moment, “Aren’t.. you going to check on Ollie?”
Angel paused momentarily, a flicker of realization in his eyes, but eventually shook his head, murmuring, “What good will looking do? It will only add to the sorrow.”
Ollie’s situation was similar to that of Head Maid Mana. She too was affected by the scarlet light. Due to their close association with Leon, instead of confining them in the cellar, he chose to lock them in their chambers.
Considering the embarrassing state of Head Maid Mana, visiting Ollie would be… Angel pondered. Ollie herself was a girl who prized her beauty. Witnessing her marred appearance would surely shatter her heart, wouldn’t it?
Seeing Angel’s resolve, Leon didn’t attempt to dissuade him further. He simply nodded and shared, “Lord Suis is usually atop the Cloud Soil in the sky. Unless unforeseen, he should be there now.”
Angel nodded and, without hesitation, headed to the balcony. With Leon, he soared towards the lofty skies.
The Cloud Soil above the Pat Manor was crafted by Angel himself, thus he knew its coordinates like the back of his hand.
Upon reaching the Cloud Soil, Angel found a figure already present: White Bear Hobson.
White Bear seemed somewhat dazed, his gaze incessantly fixed upon a short staff planted on the Cloud Soil. Angel recalled this staff as Hobson’s prophecy spell-casting tool.
“Why can’t I find it when it’s so near? Where is it? Has destiny deceived me? Why can’t I see anything?” Hobson muttered repeatedly. His magical energy never ceased, constantly casting spells on the staff, yet it remained upright, unaffected.
Apart from Hobson, there was no one else on the Cloud Soil. From his mutterings, Angel deduced he was employing prophecy magic in search of Eureka. He might have traced her to this location, but finding no one here, he kept casting spells on the staff, questioning his own visions.
However, Angel had a different intuition. Even though he couldn’t spot Suis on the Cloud Soil, he remembered Sanders once mentioned that Suis took Eureka to the Exile Space. If that were true, then it was probable Suis had ventured into that Exile Space.
Angel’s gaze turned to Sanders, seeking answers from him.
Sanders, engrossed in his thoughts, seemed oblivious to Angel’s gaze. His attention remained riveted on the central tree amidst the terraformed landscape——The ‘Goddess of Spring’ Demeter.
The Demeter was the semi-transformed silhouette of a feather maiden; her lower half was seamlessly fused with the tree, while her upper form, distinctly humanoid, showcased vivid feathered scales. Even her fingers seemed like they could wiggle freely.
“Indeed, it’s the Demeter,” said Sanders, eyes aglow with amazement, “I recall you mentioning acquiring one. I was skeptical then, but seeing is believing.” Step by step, he approached the mesmerizing tree.
Sanders was well-aware of the Demeter’s rarity and value. Capable of enrichening soil, inducing lush plant growth, and altering the ambient magical environment, almost every wizard dreamt of having a Demeter thriving in their domain.
Even the wizards of the Savage Grottoes were no exception. However, due to their amiable relations with the Paramjit Feather Tribe, none would openly possess a Demeter to avoid confrontations. Yet, behind closed doors, the reality might be different.
Nonetheless, the Demeter was a rare sight. Almost every one of them was recorded by the Feather Tribe, making it an arduous task to procure one.
And the Demeter in front of them, as Angel claimed, was an unrecorded, wild specimen. This made it all the more extraordinary.
Sanders halted before the Demeter. It seemed to detect his presence, its form slightly recoiling in response.
Upon close examination, Sanders noted no markings on the Demeter, reinforcing its wild nature. He couldn’t help but glance at Angel, thinking how fortunate he was to have stumbled upon such a rare find.
At that moment, a pristine, lustrous bead rolled to Sanders’ feet.
Glancing down, he realized that there wasn’t just one bead. The ground around the Demeter was strewn with beads of various sizes, gleaming brilliantly under the sun’s radiance.
“Are these the Demeter’s Tears?” Angel approached, puzzlement evident in his eyes. “Why are there so many?”
The Demeter’s tears were an essential ingredient in concocting magical plants and were of considerable value.
“In moments of joy and sorrow, tears of Demeter flow.” Sanders caressed the cold beads, his eyes deep in contemplation, “The half-transformed feather people, apart from the darkened Demeter, largely remain true to their origins. Generally, when something occurs within Demeter’s protective domain that brings her joy, she sheds tears. Likewise, with acts of slaughter and bloodshed, she weeps.”
Angel couldn’t fathom what might have brought Demeter joy during this time. Hence, the reality must be the opposite.
Such an accumulation of Demeter’s tears here suggests how many acts of bloodshed have occurred in Pat Manor!
Looking at the beads on the ground, Angel felt as though he wasn’t seeing the beads themselves, but the vivid souls they represented.
Noticing Angel’s emotional shift, Sanders sighed softly, patting Angel’s shoulder, “Death is not the true end. And remember, things haven’t reached their worst.”
Having said that, Sanders stood up, adjusting the brim of his hat, revealing an almost perfectly chiseled face in the sunlight.
As Sanders’ lips moved, in an instant, a pale blue whirlwind formed in front of him.
“Cough, cough, why isn’t there any elemental energy?” The funnel-like whirlwind emitted a strange fluctuation, which Angel caught.
“This is Edge Island,” whispered Sanders.
Hearing this, the little whirlwind twisted and contorted. Even though it did not emit any more fluctuations, its anger and fear were palpable.
Sanders stretched out his hand, caressing the whirlwind’s elemental tail as if soothing a child’s head, “If you want to return, first locate the Exile Space and relay a message for me.”
The whirlwind hesitated momentarily but then started moving. Soon, it dissipated into thin air, vanishing from sight.
“Is that an elemental life form cultivated by Mentor?” Angel had seen Sanders nurture a fire elemental before, named Ember. It was an incredibly mischievous elemental, darting around fireplaces, chimneys, and kitchens.
“Indeed, the elemental life I first nurtured is known as the Whirlwind. Yet, unlike the spark of flame, this one is profoundly indolent, predominantly residing motionless in the Gravity Garden,” Sanders sighed, occasionally contemplating renaming the Whirlwind to ‘Calm’ to better capture its temperament.
“Being a creature of the wind, it’s exquisitely attuned to spatial fluctuations. Hence, entrusting it with pinpointing the location of the Exile Space is the most straightforward choice,” Sanders elucidated before adding, “You’ve reached the pinnacle of apprenticeship; the leap to mastery isn’t far off. Once you ascend to a formal wizard, it’d be prudent to think of nurturing an elemental life.”
While this is the general sentiment, not all elemental lives are created equal. If paired wrongly, one might even face a backlash.
Hence, the decision to cultivate an elemental life requires profound contemplation and foresight. Sanders hadn’t expected Angel to immediately forge an elemental life perfectly suited for himself. Such a feat demands serendipity and explorations across various planes, in search of that pivotal moment unique to oneself.
However, unbeknownst to Sanders, when Angel heard of cultivating elemental lives, his thoughts swiftly raced to the diminutive “gate” in the Goldfinch Royal Court — scarcely bigger than a mouse hole. Behind that gate, presumably, lies the Tidal Realm.
At the entrance of this realm, he encountered peculiar elemental creatures, hinting at the possibility of more such beings within. Furthermore, Angel harbored a growing suspicion that the mystery behind the elemental vanishing from the Old Land Continent might well find its solution there.
After approximately two minutes, the tiny Whirlwind emerged from somewhere, accompanied by a vast gate materializing in mid-air.
Suis stepped out from the gate.
“Return me swiftly; this place nearly suffocates me,” the little Whirlwind darted towards Sanders.
Without further ado, Sanders placed the Whirlwind back into the Gravity Garden, lifting his gaze to meet Suis on the other side.
Chapter 1283 Living Dead <TOC> Chapter 1285 Differences in Each Transformation