Chapter 2525 Creative Fashion <TOC> Chapter 2527 Daus' Review
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As Daus’ words ended, everyone’s gaze turned to Angel.
From their perspective, what Daus said seemed correct. In fact, they had harbored such thoughts themselves: given the great power of this wizard, why not simply kill the princess?
This thought wasn’t unique to one person, but they dared not voice it. Now, with Daus, a wizard, leading, everyone was naturally curious to see Angel’s reaction.
Among them, Sybil’s gaze was the most intense.
Although Sybil and Amesa were not very close friends, having witnessed the suffering Amesa endured, Sybil, as a woman, felt immense anger. A princess who wantonly toyed with human lives, why was she still alive and unpunished?
Thus, deep inside, Sybil truly hoped that Angel would do as Daus had suggested and directly kill the culprit.
On the other hand, Amesa’s gaze was calmer than the others. Coming from a different background, she had always been among the lower class; her experiences and insights were drastically different from Sybil’s. Although she did not know why Angel hadn’t completely destroyed the evil Princess Castle, she understood that even those in high positions had methods of restraint against them. Perhaps Angel was subject to such constraints, able only to save people, not harm them.
Moreover, Amesa preferred to seek revenge personally rather than have Angel kill the princess.
She was still alive, and luckily, she was a talent, potentially entering the magical extraordinary world. As long as she could become part of this extraordinary world, she was confident in achieving any goal she set.
Meanwhile, Angel, under everyone’s watchful eyes, could feel the shifting sentiments in the air.
He understood their doubts, given the constraints of the situation, but he wasn’t obliged to explain any of his actions.
It was Daus who suddenly brought up Angel, causing him to give Daus a sidelong glance.
Previously, Daus had been using the mental connection to subtly encourage Angel to confront the princess, but it hadn’t been explicitly stated until now, and here he was, bringing it up again, this time using Amesa as a pretext for Mutual Incitement.
Angel didn’t know what Daus was planning, but he was too lazy to bother: “You infiltrated Princess Castle before I did; you didn’t touch her, so why ask me? And how could you think that the guide of the Savage Grottoes being intercepted would just end there?”
There would definitely be a sequel, even Ms. Melo knew that this matter wasn’t over.
However, once the sequel unfolded, it likely wouldn’t be confined to just Princess Town.
“Moreover, how do you know I haven’t made a move on the princess? Actually, I did send her a significant gift; she might be suffering more than if she were dead. If you don’t believe it, why not sneak back in and see for yourself?”
Angel’s tone was confident, which also sparked doubt in Daus’ mind.
Killing wasn’t exactly a sophisticated approach. Making the princess suffer more than death was obviously more satisfying to the avengers, just like now, many people’s eyes lit up upon hearing what Angel said, clearly showing the impact.
Daus, suspicious, asked: “Are you telling the truth?”
Daus’ implication was: Why didn’t you mention this to me in the mental connection?
Angel shrugged: “Of course it’s true, with your stealth abilities, going in again wouldn’t be difficult, right? Why not take a look?”
Angel’s tone was casual, but Daus detected a hint of temptation.
Was he being enticed to return to Princess Castle? Could it be that Angel still had some tricks left inside the castle, or was he certain that if he went now, something unusual would happen?
Daus wasn’t sure if his guess was right, but subconsciously, he believed in his judgment.
“Forget it, I won’t go. I believe your surprise will upset the princess quite a bit.” Daus decided to back out. If persuasion didn’t work, then so be it.
Angel: “Are you really not going to take a look?”
Angel’s repeated questioning made Daus even more certain of his judgment: “No.”
Seeing Daus’ clearly refusing attitude, Angel knew that tricking Daus into going to Princess Castle was likely a lost cause.
The surprise Angel had left was not just a one-time thing; as long as Daus dared to go, Angel believed he would indeed receive this baptism of a surprise.
But with Daus’ refusal, there was nothing he could do.
It just goes to show, a wizard’s intuition can be quite powerful at times.
Daus: “Since this matter here is settled, shall we head back now?”
Angel: “Not so fast. With Kael’s abilities, he probably hasn’t solved the puzzle yet.”
“Didn’t you say that if he was quick, he could solve it in half a day?”
Angel: “You also believe what Wizard Leon says?”
Daus: “You…”
Daus had a lot to say but didn’t know how to express it, so he just deeply calmed the frustration in his chest and asked: “Is that space knowledge that Wizard Leon talked about true or false?”
Angel: “I guess it might be true.”
Daus: …What do you mean you guess? Weren’t you pretending to be Leon before?
Daus: “Since it’s true, then your judgment of Kael’s abilities should also be correct, right?”
Angel: “I’m not Leon, how would I know? Let’s not talk about this anymore. If you want to go back, you go first; I still have some things to deal with here.”
Angel turned his head towards Ms. Melo: “Let’s go, to Old Porter’s.”
Ms. Melo nodded and turned back to signal everyone to leave.
Daus watched Angel’s departing figure, thought for a moment, and followed. Although he could go back to Sandworm Market first, he hadn’t fully succeeded in befriending Angel yet. Moreover, his previous persuasion might have decreased his favorability, so he decided it was better to continue hanging out with him to improve their rapport…
Angel, however, didn’t think as much as Daus; at this moment, he was focusing all his attention on Blazer.
He had always harbored a doubt in his mind, how would Blazer move while wearing a massive iron coffin that bound him from neck to ankle?
Not only was Angel looking over at Blazer, but Ms. Melo seemed to occasionally glance at him too.
However, Blazer didn’t move immediately; he and Gloshi stood in the shadows, waiting patiently until most of the others had left before they finally made their move.
Gloshi, peculiarly dressed, had no issue moving about.
But the way Blazer moved satisfied Angel deeply, he nodded appreciatively.
As he had guessed, Blazer’s method of movement was singular——hopping.
The reason Angel was pleased upon seeing this was mainly because of the iron rod inside the coffin. Although Blazer avoided using the iron rod as it was intended, with every jump, he inevitably collided with it, resulting in a chaotic clatter of iron.
In such circumstances, Blazer still opted to hop around, which made watching the spectacle particularly enjoyable for Angel.
Having had his fill of the spectacle and feeling satisfied, Angel didn’t mind giving Blazer a bit of help.
Of course, Angel didn’t physically remove the coffin or the iron rod but instead used an illusion to lessen Blazer’s presence.
This allowed him to hop around the streets, making a commotion without drawing much attention.
Gloshi, walking alongside Blazer, also benefited from this favor.
Angel discreetly cast the illusion, which could deceive Ms. Melo but certainly not Daus. Daus, observing the situation, could roughly guess what Angel was thinking.
“I didn’t expect you to have such… a mischievous streak.”
The unbroken mental connection transmitted Daus’ voice.
Angel: “It’s not mischief, and somehow, I feel like you’re enjoying this even more.”
Angel wasn’t just making things up. Although they hadn’t spent much time together, he had already noticed that Daus enjoyed watching the spectacle. Daus’ incessant live commentary through the mental connection during his visit to Princess Castle revealed his penchant for spectating.
And indeed, Daus was rendered speechless.
Yes, when he saw Blazer and Gloshi’s attire, his eyes lit up; not only did he start observing them with x-ray vision, but he also felt the urge to intervene… Wouldn’t it be more interesting if the iron rod were to realign just as he jumped?
Angel was unaware of Daus’ impulse to intervene personally. If Daus had acted on it, Angel would have strongly condemned him.
However, Daus ultimately refrained from intervening.
The main reason was Angel’s presence; after all, as a talent from the Savage Grottoes, if Daus had acted against him, Angel would definitely need to have a serious conversation with him, likely resulting in a deduction of favorability. Thus, Daus held back.
“By the way, why don’t you head back to the Sandworm Market first?” Angel asked curiously during a lull.
Daus naturally wouldn’t reveal the true reason, instead he spoke with righteous indignation: “Of course, it’s because my battle with that dead parrot isn’t over, I still have to fight it a hundred more rounds!”
“Your resentment towards that Crowned Parrot hasn’t subsided?”
Daus: “It won’t go away, just wait and see how I perform!”
Angel: “…” In terms of arguing, Angel still felt that Daus probably couldn’t win against that bizarre parrot. However, Daus’ confidence was somehow making Angel look forward to seeing what kind of verbal thrashing he’d receive.
Angel: “I thought you weren’t going back to the Sandworm Market because you wanted to secretly scout out Princess Town. By the way, aren’t you planning to check it out?”
Daus squinted his eyes: “Tell me the truth, have you set up some kind of backup plan?”
Angel laughed it off: “How could I have a backup plan, I just think you like to watch dramas, and visiting Princess Town might just let you watch a good show.”
“What do you mean?” Unlike the previous simple provocation, this time Daus sensed that Angel might indeed have some ulterior motive.
Angel smiled softly: “It means nothing, if you don’t want to see, then forget it.”
Daus looked deeply at Angel, eventually choosing not to take up the conversational bait. Perhaps Angel did have some ulterior motives, but his attempt to lure Daus to Princess Town was clearly evident. There was definitely something wrong.
…
The journey back to Old Porter’s small tavern went smoothly for everyone else.
Of course, for everyone else except for Blazer, who was so jolted he was almost shattered.
Upon arriving at the tavern, just as the others were preparing to rest, Blazer fainted right at the front door.
Gloshi tried to lift him, but found himself too restricted by his own attire, and the “iron coffin” was really too heavy. Unable to do it alone, he had to ask others for help in lifting Blazer, but no matter how much he shouted, the others wouldn’t even look his way, as if they didn’t exist.
Just as Gloshi felt puzzled, Angel came over with Sybil.
Sybil was originally planning to sit down and drink some water, but was suddenly called over by Angel, and at this moment was still bewildered, not knowing what had happened.
Once they reached Gloshi, Angel stopped, Sybil still didn’t know what to do because, due to the illusion, she completely overlooked the presence of Gloshi and Blazer.
Then, Angel suddenly pointed to the ground: “Come and help Gloshi, let’s get Blazer inside.”
Sybil looked down and suddenly realized, although previously there seemed to be nothing there, now, suddenly, there was a pervert and a coffin.
Wait… there were two perverts.
Despite Sybil’s internal complaints, she recognized the identities of the two teenagers based on their attire and guessed why they were so heavily wrapped.
Under Angel’s command, Sybil dared not defy, so she squatted down with Gloshi to lift the unconscious Blazer.
While lifting, Sybil whispered softly: “Are there no other clothes in the princess’ wardrobe?”
Gloshi, his face slightly blushing, lowered his head and muttered: “There are, but what I’m wearing is already the most normal… It was originally Blazer’s outfit, but he gave it to me.”
Sybil, looking at Blazer dressed in a coffin, thought: “So, he’s the real pervert.”
Gloshi quickly shook his head: “It’s not like that, Blazer said I’m one of his future five great demons, so to show consideration for his subordinates, he gave it to me.”
Sybil couldn’t help but roll her eyes internally. Here we go again, the fool who takes the novel she discarded and starts deceiving people.
“You don’t actually believe that?” Sybil couldn’t help but ask.
“Why not believe?” Gloshi’s clean face showed confusion.
Sybil couldn’t tell if Gloshi was truly naive or just pretending to be, so she quickly moved on.
“Even if there were no other clothes, why choose such a heavy coffin? Is he an idiot?” Sybil said indignantly.
Why Blazer ultimately chose an iron coffin was beyond Gloshi’s understanding, but Sybil, who posed the question, could guess some of it… probably something to do with the dark demon lord from that novel, who wore armor, so perhaps Blazer mistook the coffin for armor?
Sybil sighed helplessly.
Gloshi: “I’m really sorry to have a lady help with this.”
Upon hearing this, Sybil frowned: “Don’t say such nonsense, just hurry and move.”
In fact, Sybil didn’t mind at all that Angel had asked her to do this task; she hadn’t thought about the gender issue, but Gloshi’s vague mention of the concept made her slightly uncomfortable.
Compared to this, Angel was more pleasing to her eyes than Gloshi; at least the wizard lord had never considered the minutiae of gender differences.
At this moment, Angel, who was already in the tavern, was unaware that Sybil had just praised him in her mind.
But even if he knew, Angel wouldn’t care. The sole reason he chose Sybil to move Blazer was that Sybil knew what Blazer and Gloshi had been through and had seen their embarrassing moments. Considering this, Angel had chosen Sybil.
Of course, the fact that Angel held consideration for Blazer and Gloshi, keeping others from knowing their unflattering backstories, was also because he was satisfied with watching the drama unfold, so he didn’t mind thinking ahead for their future.
This probably counted as an alternative way of earning impression points for him.
Chapter 2525 Creative Fashion <TOC> Chapter 2527 Daus' Review