Chapter 1332 Question About the Servant <TOC> Chapter 1334 Spatial Displacement
Translator: SumTLMan
The day after Angel departed from Conia, Silver Star remained in a near-ethereal state within the warehouse, delighting in her mischievous haunting. However, at that moment, she felt an anomaly related to her main body submerged in the subterranean river.
Curiosity led Silver Star back to the underground laboratory. The sealed chamber where Gold resided was still locked, indicating his meditation was still in progress and he had yet to emerge.
She headed straight for the pool within the lab.
Her spirit plunged deeper into the pool. As the pool connected to the underground river, she had temporarily placed her real body there.
As she reached the bottom, the first thing she saw were countless vertical pupils… shining with a cold, golden gleam. These were the eyes of snakes, all of which grew from her own scalp.
While others found the snake-haired appearance terrifying, for Silver Star, they were the closest and most familiar entities.
She casually brushed her snake hair, and then shifted her focus to the source of the disturbance she had sensed——a bubble that floated up from the underground river. It radiated a luminous energy, casting a kaleidoscope of colors into the dark waterway.
Silver Star reached out and flicked the bubble. It danced and glimmered even more brightly. Soon after, a voice echoed into Silver Star’s ears.
“Silver Star, why is Gold in seclusion?” A woman’s voice, ethereal and tinged with a cold resonance, questioned.
Recognizing this familiar voice, an image of a petite woman surfaced in Silver Star’s mind.
“It’s you, White? Didn’t I mention before? Lord Gold has had an epiphany,” Silver Star responded. Shortly after her reply, the bubble began to pulsate once again.
“I have urgent matters to discuss with Gold. Summon him at once,” said White, her tone authoritative.
White was indeed a subordinate of Jiebo, and she was even more trusted by Jiebo than Gold. However, although White’s relationship with Jiebo differed in closeness, hierarchically speaking, White and Gold stood on the same level.
Now, the commanding undertone in White’s voice seemed unusual since it didn’t fit White’s typical demeanor.
Silver Star pondered, perhaps this was Jiebo’s directive rather than White’s own volition.
Yet, even if Silver Star suspected that White was speaking at Jiebo’s behest, she had no intention of complying.
“Impossible,” Silver Star responded without hesitation.
A cold voice from White immediately retorted, “Why? You owe me an explanation.”
“Lord Gold has had a rare insight and has been in seclusion for almost a month now. This is the longest he’s secluded himself in the last decade. My intuition tells me that perhaps Lord Gold intends to use this realization to break through that final barrier,” Silver Star articulated. “At such a pivotal moment, I certainly won’t disturb Lord Gold.”
Hearing Silver Star’s reasoning, White fell silent.
Currently, Gold’s capabilities were that of a peak apprentice. If he truly intended to break through that final barrier, it meant he was aiming to ascend as a formal wizard.
For any apprentice, this would be the most crucial juncture in their life.
Such moments of insight are rare, and breakthrough insights even rarer. Some may only experience such a moment once in their lifetime.
Far from the Old Land Continent, within a vast expanse of the ocean, a colossal horned whale lazily meandered through the depths. Atop the whale was a bubble of air, within which White conversed with Silver Star.
After hearing Silver Star’s explanation, White hesitated. If what Silver Star said was true, waking up Gold at this juncture might indeed be inconsiderate. She turned her gaze to the man beside her, who seemed completely engrossed in a magazine.
“Lord Jiebo, what should we do now?” White inquired.
“For Gold, this is undeniably a moment of great significance,” Jiebo responded, his attention still fixed on his reading. “Let’s skip asking Gold, and address Silver Star directly. Given that Silver Star and Gold are inseparable, whatever Gold has done or whoever he’s met, Silver Star should be in the know.”
White nodded in agreement, “Alright.”
Silver Star had been waiting for a while, assuming no response would come from White. Just as she was about to head back to the underground cavern, White’s voice echoed once more.
“It’s fine; you need not disturb Gold. However, I have a question for you, and I require an honest answer.”
This time, there was a rare solemnity in White’s voice.
“During your time in Old Land Continent, did you encounter Angel? Specifically, in the past month?”
White’s question caused Silver Star to furrow her brow. Why was White suddenly inquiring about Angel? Moreover, the earnestness in White’s voice was unprecedented.
Ever since Silver Star accompanied Gold to the Old Land Continent, and given Gold’s innate aversion to humans, including a particular disdain for White, it was mainly Silver Star who communicated with White. Throughout all their interactions, this was the first time Silver Star heard White ask with such a tone.
It appeared that Angel’s whereabouts held significant importance to either White or perhaps to Jiebo?
Silver Star pondered for a moment, debating internally whether or not to disclose the truth to them.
However, before Gold went into seclusion, he had instructed Silver Star that if White asked about Angel’s whereabouts, just plead ignorance.
Although White is the one asking now, Silver Star is certain that the real instigator is Jiebo.
Caught between Gold’s directive and Jiebo’s inquiry, Silver Star is forced to make a choice.
After a considerable pause, Silver Star finally responded, “I haven’t seen Angel.”
White received no response from Silver Star, and with the audible pop of a bubble, it was clear the conversation had abruptly ended.
Elsewhere, White turned to Jiebo beside him and commented, “My Lord, Silver Star hesitated for quite a while; there must be more to the story.”
“She must have met Angel,” Jiebo concluded immediately. “And it could have been quite recent.”
White concurred, “Could Gold have asked her to hide this? But I can’t see why Gold would do such a thing.”
White speculated further, “Silver Star has always been kind to humans. Perhaps Angel implored her to keep his presence a secret?”
Jiebo mused, “Yet, why would Angel, out of the blue, have any connection with Silver Star? Gold definitely plays some part in this.”
White pondered, “Should we reveal any news about Angel?”
Lost in thought, Jiebo slowly shook his head, “No, it’s best not to offend him. However, I am quite intrigued to meet him.”
White frowned slightly, “But what about the Novastar Competition…”
Jiebo cut her off gently, “We had a bit of a rift in Saint Seim City last time. This might be a good opportunity to mend bridges. I won’t go personally, just send a water avatar to extend a gesture of goodwill.”
Hearing Jiebo’s reasoning, White chose to remain silent.
Although not everyone is fond of Angel, one cannot deny the immense potential within him. His appearance on —City Firefly’s Night Whisper— further underscored his significance.
Maintaining a harmonious relationship with such an individual is undoubtedly more beneficial than being adversaries.
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Angel, however, remains unaware of events transpiring in his absence from Conia.
He has now distanced himself from the Old Land Continent and ventured onto the vast oceans.
Last night, Angel entered the Wilderness of Dreams, relaying to Leon about his brief departure. Thanks to the Wilderness of Dreams, Leon can meet Angel at any moment, sparing them the pang of separation.
Sighing in dismay, Popoca, seated across from him, lamented while observing the Softworm Nest in his hand, “Another failure.”
On this journey, Angel had purposefully brought Popoca along. With the Abyss’s affairs now unfolding, Popoca’s movements would certainly draw Frost Moon’s attention. Given the limited scope of the Blood Night Sanctuary, taking Popoca with him was the only way to shield him under its protective aura, preventing prophecy spells from locating him.
Ever since boarding the Gondola, Popoca has been mostly silent, his focus entirely on the Softworm Nest he held.
Initially entrusting the Softworm Nest to Popoca for safeguarding, Angel hadn’t anticipated Popoca’s profound fascination with it, especially his obsession with having the Worm Mother produce new mutated eggs.
In Popoca’s words: “Every newly nurtured bug is an unknown entity. Hence, each outcome offers a novel sensation.”
Whether it’s a positive mutation or a meaningless one, the emergence of a new insect is like a surprise in gambling. Its nature remains unpredictable, igniting immense curiosity each time.
Owing to the notes on the “Heart of the Swarm” by Iscariot, the pace at which the Worm Mother lays eggs and nurtures them to maturity has significantly accelerated. Presently, the second mutant Softworm witnessed by Popoca since taking charge of the Softworm Nest is a mutant.
The previous first mutant egg was what has been known as a “Hardened Softworm.”
“What kind of mutation is it this time?” Angel inquired with a tinge of curiosity.
“Poison,” Popoca responded, not with the frustration of failure but with evident pleasure. “It’s a variant not previously documented, a Softworm that can spew Venom, temporarily named Venomous Softworm.”
“This venom swiftly dissolves arthropods, but its harm to humans is relatively minimal,” Popoca elucidated.
“It seems this mutation is the Worm Mother’s targeted assault against the Dreamweaver Ant,” Angel deduced. After the appearance of the Phantasmal Limb Softworm, the eggs laid by the Worm Mother have been increasingly powerful, and all seem to specifically target the Dreamweaver Ant.
Dreamweaver Ants belong to the arthropod category.
After pondering for a moment, Angel suggested, “Next time, we should incorporate other magical insects in our invasion.”
The Worm Mother shouldn’t always perceive only the Dreamweaver Ant as an adversary. If she continues to lay eggs targeting them, who knows when we might witness the true Morphing Softworm.
Popoca nodded in agreement, pulling out a slightly yellowed notebook, and began jotting down plans for the next strategy.
Once Popoca finished recording, he finally took a moment to shift his attention away from the Softworm.
“Angel, where do you plan on heading next?”
Angel replied, “To a secluded place to test out a spell.”
“Why the need to travel so far for a spell? Is it something you’ve devised?” Popoca questioned, finding it odd. Testing a spell surely doesn’t necessitate a journey overseas?
Angel merely responded with a knowing smile.
Understanding the private nature of spells, Popoca refrained from prying further. But with a hint of hesitation in his voice, he inquired about another matter.
“Do you know when I might get to meet… Sparrow Blossom?”
Chapter 1332 Question About the Servant <TOC> Chapter 1334 Spatial Displacement