Chapter 2513 Sybil <TOC> Chapter 2515 Initial Heart
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Although Angel was somewhat curious about Sybil, he had no intention of delving into it at that moment.
After nodding slightly to Sybil, he signaled for Ms. Melo to continue moving forward.
In the next two corridors, Melo consecutively discovered three talents, with one of the plumper ones as the leader, showing a slight tendency to group. This was somewhat reminiscent of when Angel himself was a talent, with others gathering around Hookedick.
The plump talent seemed to have a bit of a crush on Sybil, always subtly inching closer to her and uttering a few inconsequential words of concern.
Sybil maintained her ‘aloof miss’ persona, responding at most with a noncommittal “hmm” to whatever the plump talent said. However, he seemed unconcerned by Sybil’s indifferent attitude, apparently having long adapted to her persona and even finding some comfort in it.
While the plump talent was pestering Sybil, one of his slick-looking cronies came up to Angel, bending over with a waist.
He uttered words of thanks, his demeanor extremely flattering, but his gaze was elusive, as if pondering something.
Angel had a clear grasp of his thoughts.
Just like when Forsa clung to Hookedick’s coattails, and as soon as Hookedick was absent, he would latch onto Butler Goode, offering warm greetings and inquiries, much like the slick behavior of today.
It was nothing but a desire to cling to a higher power.
Angel was not averse to such thoughts, but targeting him was unacceptable.
Angel didn’t do anything to the slick youngster; a mere glance with a hint of pressure was enough to immobilize him like a thunderstrike.
This hint of pressure wasn’t exclusively for the slick youngster; others, including Sybil and Ms. Melo, felt it too.
Ms. Melo was able to remain unfazed because Angel obviously controlled the intensity of his pressure to a level she could withstand. But for the other talents, it felt as if the sky had collapsed, utterly crushing them.
The slick youngster was the most afflicted, being the primary target, and his experience was the most profound. At that moment, he was like an ant cowering under a mountain, facing this towering peak.
He shivered, his mouth quivering as he tried to say something, but no words came out.
The others felt similar, as if they were in a tiny boat facing the furious storm of an enraged sea.
Everyone was in discomfort.
Fortunately, Angel’s hint of pressure did not linger for long and was soon withdrawn.
By then, the slick youngster no longer dared to approach Angel.
Ms. Melo glanced at the other party and understood the entire situation. She sighed softly: “Lord Pat is already considered moderate. If it were someone else, like Lord Pat’s mentor, you wouldn’t even need to speak before you’re dead. Because, for someone at the bottom of the Wizarding World, approaching a formal wizard without permission is a great discourtesy.”
It seemed Ms. Melo was speaking to that slick youngster, but she was also warning others.
In the presence of a formal wizard, the utmost respect is mandatory. This is the way of survival in the Wizarding World.
Perhaps it was Angel’s slight intimidation that took effect, as everyone present dared not speak then, and the plump talent no longer followed Sybil, instead he silently walked behind Ms. Melo.
Although Ms. Melo mentioned that Angel was of the moderate faction, those still ignorant of the ways of the Wizarding World did not believe it, feeling that someone as gentle as Ms. Melo was truly moderate, so they only dared to follow her.
Ms. Melo, seeing the few stragglers behind her, gave Angel an apologetic look.
Because gathering around her while isolating Angel on the side, in Ms. Melo’s circumspect view, was also discourteous.
To prevent this discourtesy from continuing, Ms. Melo unobtrusively moved closer to Angel.
At this, the talents behind her hesitated, unsure whether to follow or not.
Only Sybil said nothing and continued to stay by Ms. Melo’s side.
As the range of the mist illusion was limited, after a few seconds of hesitation, they followed, but kept a distance of two to three meters.
“Lord, please forgive their ignorance,” Ms. Melo respectfully said.
“I am not angry, nor do I need forgiveness,” Angel spoke the truth, as so far, none of the talents had behaved in a way that disturbed him. Including the slick youngster, who Angel thought, somewhat appreciated the young man’s attempt to seek favor, as long as it was not from himself.
As they conversed, another corridor had been passed. According to Angel’s memory, only three corridors remained on this floor. And the people in these corridors… had almost all been tortured.
Some even brutally so.
Angel pondered for a moment, then asked: “How many talents are left?”
“Three,” Ms. Melo answered without hesitation. “Gloshi, Blazer, and Amesa.”
“If nothing unexpected happens, they should be in the upcoming corridors. However, let’s hope they are still alive,” the fat guard dared not kill the transcendent, but for the talented, who are considered mere mortals, he could maltreat them at will.
Ms. Melo initially did not grasp what Angel meant until she witnessed the horrifying scenes in the new corridor. Finally understanding why Angel had said: “Let’s hope they are still transcendents.”
The other talents, also seeing the prisoners either emaciated or missing limbs, or even lying bloodied and breathless on the floor, and having not experienced much of the world themselves, instantly turned pale.
At that moment, they also felt somewhat fortunate that they had not endured much punishment.
Perhaps it was because the cell was at the back of the corridor that the lazy, fat guard didn’t bother to walk all the way there, allowing them to narrowly escape trouble?
But in reality, it was quite the opposite. The fat guard knew they were talents from the Savage Grottoes and dared not punish them excessively.
Although he was fierce, the guard was clear about whom he could afford to offend and whom he couldn’t.
Among those he extorted were all wandering wizards. If someone really had a powerful backing, even if they were mere mortals, he wouldn’t dare to touch them.
But his reluctance did not extend to others who dared to make their move, such as… the princess.
They had only taken a few steps in the new corridor when Ms. Melo spotted their target.
“It’s Amesa!” Ms. Melo quickly approached the cell door, and her expression turned sour when she saw Amesa’s dreadful state.
Angel also saw what was inside the cell and hesitated no moment to create an illusion at the door to block the view of the other talents.
Ms. Melo showed a look of gratitude to Angel. After all, the condition Amesa was in was not suitable for the opposite sex to witness.
“You go inside, call me if you need anything,” Angel told Ms. Melo.
Naturally, by “anything,” he meant healing spells.
Ms. Melo nodded in thanks and stepped into the mist.
The other talents looked at each other; since they were walking behind, they hadn’t seen anything. The only one who did see, apart from Ms. Melo, was Sybil.
However, Sybil looked upset, her fists clenched tightly, not saying a word.
The others didn’t dare to ask and could only silently stay at the dungeon door, guessing what might have happened to Amesa.
While they were waiting, Angel suddenly shifted his gaze towards a spot not far away.
There was no one there, but Angel felt a familiar presence.
He thought for a moment and controlled a swirl of mist to envelop that spot.
As the mist spread, a figure with red hair appeared before him.
…
On the other side, inside the cell.
Ms. Melo approached Amesa with a pained expression on her face.
Amesa was lying on the ground; her upper body clothes were intact, but the lower parts were tattered and stained with blood, nearly covering her entire lower body.
In addition to the injuries below, several cuts marred Amesa’s face, making her look horrific and fierce.
Amesa was unconscious at this moment, but there was still a slight rise and fall in her chest, indicating she was still alive. However, it was like a dying candle, ready to extinguish at any moment.
Even in a state of faint, when Ms. Melo’s footsteps approached, Amesa’s body still noticeably trembled.
This was due to a habitual fear.
Seeing this, Ms. Melo felt even more heartache.
Amesa’s background was not good; her father was unknown, and her mother was a woman who earned money through prostitution. She had six children, but only two survived; Amesa was one, and the other was a brother who had wandered alone since their mother died six months ago.
Amesa had previously lived near a garbage dump, subsisting on others’ kitchen leftovers. It was already a tragic life, but now she had encountered even greater misfortune.
Ms. Melo sighed while she examined Amesa’s injuries.
At first, Ms. Melo thought Amesa had been assaulted. But upon careful examination, it appeared not to be the case; it seemed more like she had been subjected to some kind of torture device.
The wounds on her face were minor, but the injuries inside her abdomen were severe due to internal ruptures and significant bleeding.
The gravest injuries were from contaminated objects mixed into her internal organs.
If not promptly cleaned and treated, Amesa would not survive the day.
Ms. Melo knew some healing spells, but these spells only healed wounds superficially and could not cleanse the internally tainted organs.
Even if she were to perform surgery to clean them bit by bit, it might not completely purge the contamination. Moreover, this would also harm Amesa.
With no other options, Ms. Melo sent out a distress signal to Angel outside.
Soon, someone arrived in the cell.
What Ms. Melo did not expect was that in addition to Angel, a red-haired young man also appeared.
This red-haired young man, Melo knew well, as recognizing formal wizards and not offending them was essential learning for an apprentice.
Red Sword Daus!
“Tsk tsk tsk, such a pity. Looking at the injuries, it seems like it was done by that seesaw at the entrance. That thick, sharp spike, that princess really can think of something,” Daus remarked.
Seeing the injuries, Angel also guessed they were caused by the seesaw. The fat guard wouldn’t dare to do such a thing; it could only have been that so-called princess.
“Lord Red Sword, are you sure it was that princess who did this?” Ms. Melo, suppressing her emotions, asked without inquiring why Daus was there; instead, she went straight to the question.
“Do you recognize me? Haha, my reputation precedes me,” laughed Daus heartily, though his jest met with silence, unembarrassed, he continued: “It must be her, for I’ve toured the castle, and nearly every woman there, knights included, bears scars upon their faces. That woman, no, that devilish brat, twisted not like a human, but more like a demon.”
Amesa also bore similar marks, a testament to the princess’s deeds.
“I understand, thank you for informing me,” Ms. Melo said, her eyes flashing with anger, though she quickly composed herself, focusing now on more pressing matters, saving Amesa.
Ms. Melo’s hopeful gaze rested on Angel.
Angel then used his mental power to conduct a thorough examination on Amesa.
While he examined, Daus remarked cynically: “These injuries aren’t easily healed; the filth has spread, and her organs begin to fail. Recovery is nearly impossible unless the degeneration is reversed and the infection thoroughly cleansed.”
“Can you save her?” Angel asked, having finished his assessment, and stood looking towards Daus.
Daus gave a sheepish grin: “I once had a secret potion that could heal even the most rotten of bodies, but now, well…”
“If you can’t help, spare us the chatter,” Angel turned away, disinterested in Daus’s excuses.
Then, Angel pulled from his bracelet a scroll emitting a faint white light.
As the scroll unfurled, a holy power began to seep out, unactivated yet palpable.
“What’s this, a rune scroll?” Daus inquired curiously, sensing a mysterious aura: “Could this be a Mysterious Scroll?”
“It merely contains a mysterious aura, far from a Mysterious Scroll,” Angel replied lightly.
This was the “Sunlight Garden” rune scroll, created by Angel in Feng’s painted world to test the Mad Hatter’s Coronation, a type of rune scroll.
The “Sunlight Garden” offers self-cleaning, sacred healing, anti-pollution, temperature regulation, basic defense, and rejuvenation of vitality and energy.
Coupled with the coronation of the white hat, the effects of this Sunlight Garden scroll are significantly enhanced, perfectly suited to address Amesa’s conditions.
With its self-cleaning combined with sacred healing, the infection and organ failure inside Amesa are likely to be substantially alleviated.
While Angel has other healing methods, they often come with complications.
Only the Sunlight Garden can ensure a complete recovery for Amesa, without compromising her potential.