Translator: SumTLMan
Discussing Lord Night was anything but dull; that chapter of experience would likely be etched in Angel’s memory for a lifetime.
Angel had previously conversed about Lord Night with Mr. Feng’s residual consciousness within the painting, but at that time, the focus wasn’t centered on Lord Night himself.
Now, having the rare opportunity to speak of this legendary figure, Angel felt genuinely delighted.
As Angel recounted, a vivid portrait of a person seemed to leap into the mind of the curled-horn half-demon.
Time slipped away unnoticed, and Angel finally concluded his narration about Lord Night.
Throughout the entire process, although the curled-horn half-demon hadn’t glimpsed Angel’s figure, he could sense the fervent emotions surging in Angel’s tone.
To Angel, this “Lord Night” must be someone unforgettable.
“Now you understand why I wanted to sign the Tarot Secret Oath with you, don’t you?” Angel asked.
The curled-horn half-demon slowly returned to his senses and sighed softly: “I understand now. I never imagined that such a great figure would emerge among the descendants of our clan. Good… very good…”
Though he uttered words of praise, the curled-horn half-demon’s mood was desolate, and his eyes glistened with tears.
All his prior elegance, arrogance, and aloofness had evaporated, leaving only a former Dantalian clansman, weeping bitterly yet still whispering “good.”
Yet no matter how poignant the moment, it inevitably had to be broken.
Although it was clear that the curled-horn half-demon was still immersed in memories of Lord Night, there would be ample time for him to reminisce later; there was no need to linger now.
“It appears you are quite satisfied with my answer?” Angel decided to break the silence.
The curled-horn half-demon lowered his head, concealing his reddened nose, and replied hoarsely: “You truly are a most impolite human.”
“If you insist on branding me with the label of ‘impolite,’ I can accept that,” Angel paused for a moment: “Since you haven’t contradicted me, I take it you’re satisfied. Now, as this impolite human, it’s time for me to claim my due.”
The curled-horn half-demon said in a deep voice: “I know you have many questions; I will endeavor to answer them. But I need you to respond to one last question of mine.”
“Please, go ahead,” Angel invited.
“My descendant, Lord Night, did he ever mention if there are other Dantalian clansmen?” the curled-horn half-demon asked.
Angel replied: “No. I know that Lord Night is a Dantalian because I entered that painting and witnessed his memories. In Lord Night’s recollections, besides the endless starry sky, there was only that blaze beneath the night heavens.”
“That conflagration that turned him into an orphan.”
“So, does that mean the Dantalian Clan now only has Lord Night left?” the curled-horn half-demon queried.
“And you,” Angel added.
“I’m merely a wisp of a wandering soul; what kind of Dantalian clansman am I?” Perhaps feeling that he had already lost face today, the curled-horn half-demon no longer maintained his previous coldness and arrogance in his speech.
“So, it seems you’ve forsaken the honor of the Dantalian Clan. Your supposed glory is indeed… quite cheap.” Angel knew he was rubbing salt into the wound, but he did it regardless. After all, he was the impolite human here.
“You…” The curled-horn half-demon felt his throat choke up, utterly speechless.
In the end, he could only snort: “Of course I am of the Dantalian Clan, just like Lord Night. So, besides me and Lord Night, are there no other Dantalian clansmen?”
Angel: “I don’t know. But as for Lord Night’s lineage, only he remains now. Of course, in the future there might be many little Nights, but…”
Before Angel could finish speaking, he felt his ears suddenly burning, as if set ablaze.
At that moment, a solitary and proud figure seemed to materialize before his eyes, standing amidst roaring flames, gazing silently at him.
“Lord Night?!” Angel was about to say something, but the figure gradually faded away.
He touched his slightly burning earlobe, silently grumbling to himself: I just casually uttered a few pointless words, and you cross time and space to burn me? Was that necessary?
Angel sighed helplessly, redirecting his thoughts back to the Dream Bridge.
The curled-horn half-demon was oblivious to what had transpired outside, puzzled as to why Angel had vanished halfway through his sentence.
Of course, even if the curled-horn half-demon inquired, Angel wouldn’t answer. Such an embarrassing matter was best kept to himself.
“Ahem, let’s continue. Anyway, only Lord Night remains in his lineage. Perhaps your Dantalian Clan still has other branches, so don’t lose heart.”
Angel initially wanted to make a few flippant remarks, after all, Lord Night alone could surpass their entire race. But on second thought, even though he’s now playing the role of an impudent human, he still needed to uphold some principles… Of course, this was absolutely not because he feared Lord Night might come back for a second round.
“Although I can’t sense any comfort in your words, I accept your explanation.” The curled-horn half-demon’s eyes suddenly became somewhat distant: “Perhaps the other clansmen are just… hiding in seclusion.”
Angel still didn’t respond, merely thinking silently: With such a formidable backer like Lord Night, and they’re still hiding? What are they thinking?
“No other questions, right? Then it’s time for you to repay me?”
“Very well, ask away. However, many things, especially regarding Nightfall City, I am essentially unable to discuss; it’s the contract I must adhere to as a guardian,” the curled-horn half-demon said.
“I understand, no rush. As for the questioning, we’ll do it after we go out and regroup with the others. But you have to promise me, what we discussed in the Dream Bridge must not be divulged,” Angel said.
“I know, didn’t we already sign the Tarot Secret Oath?” The curled-horn half-demon asked, puzzled.
His focus was not on “what we discussed,” but on “Dream Bridge.” However, Angel offered no explanation; he believed the curled-horn half-demon wouldn’t mention anything that had occurred earlier, including the Dream Bridge.
“Let’s return.”
With that, an invisible giant hand emerged from the Gate of Dreams, gently pushing the curled-horn half-demon under his astonished gaze.
In the next moment, the curled-horn half-demon, who had been slumbering in the Opulent Nightmare Domain, opened his eyes.
He glanced around, seeing Angel nearby, busy retracting the surrounding illusions and releasing the two elemental companions from before.
However, he hadn’t yet removed the protective barrier set up by Eremy.
Angel approached him: “Why are you still lying on the ground? Time to get up.”
Fortunately, Angel hadn’t yet canceled Eremy’s protective barrier. If others saw the curled-horn half-demon lying on the ground, who knows what they might imagine——especially Daus.
The curled-horn half-demon silently stood up, closed his eyes for a few seconds, allowing his turbulent emotions to gradually settle, returning to his original elegant and graceful demeanor.
After confirming his emotions were stable, Angel then dispelled Eremy’s protective barrier.
As soon as the Shadow Space was lifted, Angel saw Daus rushing over, inspecting left and right.
“What are you doing?” Angel asked with a frown.
“I’m seeing if I can trigger some inspiration; help me review what you’ve all been saying here,” Daus unabashedly blurted out.
Everyone, including Angel, looked at Daus speechlessly… And you said not to be called a prophecy wizard! Who uses their inspiration like this?
“Did you find anything?” Angel asked, smiling.
Daus suddenly fell silent. After a moment, he said: “Even if I did, I wouldn’t tell you.”
With that, Daus turned arrogantly, walking to one side of the group.
Angel stared speechlessly at his retreating figure. The more he got to know this guy, the more he felt that his appearance and personality were completely mismatched. With such a masculine and handsome appearance, how could he have such a complex inner world?
Angel shook his head and also returned to the group, standing beside the Black Count.
“I’ve said all I needed to say, but I haven’t asked any of my questions yet,” Angel said: “I was waiting to do it all together now.”
When Angel said this, he was very sincere and frank, hoping to regain everyone’s trust.
The Black Count nodded: “Then let’s begin.”
After a pause, the Black Count said: “By the way, those chasing us have suffered a bit; they probably won’t catch up in the short term. However, more people have already entered the smoke passage.”
Previously, the Black Count had told Angel that he had discovered some situations at the positioning point; this was probably what he was referring to. However, there were still some details that Angel was doubtful about; he intended to ask in detail after this was over.
…
“You may ask now. I prefer that only one person asks; I don’t like hearing multiple voices at the same time. Also, try not to ask about matters of Nightfall City from ten thousand years ago, as there are contractual limitations. As for what has happened here afterward, I can tell you; or perhaps you’d like to hear some stories about pioneers who once explored here?” The curled-horn half-demon walked over, his tone regaining his previous sense of superiority.
Angel even felt that he was more annoying than before.
“So many rules,” Daus whispered softly: “And who wants to hear stories about so-called pioneers? Calling them pioneers? They were basically robbers!”
“I like the term ‘robbers’. So, aren’t you all robbers as well?” The curled-horn half-demon raised an eyebrow.
Daus retorted: “Of course not. We came here with deeper purposes.”
The curled-horn half-demon narrowed his eyes slightly, pondering something. After a while, he said: “I don’t know what purpose you have in coming here, but I want to say that there are indeed some treasures here. If you came for these treasures, you still count as… robbers.”
Daus said: “We are adventurers, archaeologists. How can what we obtain in this process be called robbery?”
“Then those pioneers I mentioned before did similar things.”
Seeing that the bickering between Daus and the curled-horn half-demon was escalating, Angel helplessly stepped forward: “Alright, don’t worry about our purpose. Just answer the questions. And Daus, you…”
Daus said: “Me? What’s wrong with me?”
Angel thought for a moment; reasoning with Daus would probably waste time. He gently lowered his raised finger: “Never mind. I’ll ask; you just listen.”
After speaking, without caring about Daus’ expression, Angel looked at the curled-horn half-demon: “Although you always call me ‘impolite human’, before we start, I still want to introduce myself. My name is Angel Pat.”
The curled-horn half-demon said: “You can call me——Day.”
The others didn’t find anything wrong with “Day,” but Angel understood that this fellow was doing it on purpose. Since the descendant was named “Night,” he decided to become “Day.”
“Alright then, Day. Can you start answering our questions?” Angel deliberately emphasized the word “Day” as he spoke.
The curled-horn half-demon curled his lips into a sly smile: “Ask away.”
“Ten thousand years ago…”
Before Angel could finish, Day interrupted him: “I told you before, I basically can’t answer questions about events from ten thousand years ago.”
“Including why Nightfall City fell, you can’t answer that either?” Angel inquired.
Day was silent for a moment before nodding: “I can’t answer that. However, don’t you outsiders have any records at all? If you really want to know, go look it up yourselves.”
“Alright. Then I’ll change the question: have you heard of the Demon God of Mirrors?” Angel asked.
This question had been posed earlier by the Black Count, but Day had brushed it off with a simple: “I won’t answer your questions.”
Now that Angel was asking again, a hint of hesitation appeared on Day’s face.
“The Demon God of Mirrors… Why is it the Demon God of Mirrors again? Who exactly is this Demon God?” Day murmured softly.
“What do you mean? Can you be more specific?” Angel pressed.
Day pondered for a moment and said: “This actually involves matters from before Nightfall City fell, but it shouldn’t touch upon any secrets… I’ll give a brief explanation.”
Day’s explanation was indeed very brief, as he feared that elaborating might breach his contract.
In summary, it came down to one sentence: They were a group of lunatics, and it seemed someone was instigating them from behind the scenes.
“Their target wasn’t the Hanging Prison Stairs?” Angel asked.
“Their target was the Hanging Prison Stairs?” Day exclaimed in surprise: “Why haven’t I heard about this?”
Hearing Day’s response, Angel felt that something was wrong. According to his deductions, the location of the underground church, and the information left by the Demon God’s followers, the official institution they attacked must have been the Hanging Prison Stairs.
But in the end, they didn’t seem to have succeeded?
Moreover, even Day hadn’t encountered them. Were they so weak that they fell at the first few narrow passages?
That clearly didn’t make sense. They had the means to build an underground church so close to the magic formation, yet they were that weak? How could that be possible?
Angel contemplated for a moment and then told Day about the underground church.
After listening, Day was still baffled: “I didn’t know there was an underground church. There was actually an entrance there?”
From Day’s reply, it seemed he didn’t know much about the Demon God of Mirrors. Angel continued: “You mentioned earlier that someone might be instigating these Demon God followers from behind. Who could that be?”
“I don’t know. Even if I did, it would definitely be someone I can’t mention due to the contract,” Day replied.
As he said this, Day gave Angel a pointed look: “By the way, regarding the person you just mentioned, I won’t talk about him either. You should understand, he’s definitely covered by the contract.”
The only person Angel had mentioned was Franklin.
As the master of the Hanging Prison Stairs, it was understandable that Day couldn’t speak about him.
“Since you come from the Abyss, do you know if there’s a Demon God of Mirrors in the Abyss, or any powerful beings related to mirrors?” Angel asked.
“Without a doubt, this question isn’t within the scope of the contract. But I’m still sorry to say that I know nothing about this. Among the Demon Gods I am aware of, there is no Demon God of Mirrors,” Day replied.
Daus muttered from the side: “We’ve asked so many questions, and not a single one has been answered…”
Day also fell into silence; these questions, he truly didn’t know the answers to, or perhaps couldn’t reveal them.
At this moment, the Black Count suddenly spoke up: “Do you know the Noah family?”
“The Noah family? I’ve never heard of such a family name…” Day replied, puzzled.
Angel quietly explained: “The Noah family is a wizard family, not from the Abyss. They once resided in Nightfall City.”
Day pondered for a moment: “Humans? Now that you mention it, I do recall, a family that used the Uisus Language?”
“Yes.” Angel nodded on behalf of the Black Count and continued: “Regarding the Noah family, what do you know? What can you tell us?”
“Aside from their use of the Uisus Language, I don’t remember much.” After a pause, Day added: “However, there was an interesting fellow among the Noah family who did something extraordinary.”
“Something extraordinary? What was it?” This time, it was Vai who asked. His eyes sparkled, clearly already imagining legendary tales of his ancestor.
“Regrettably, I cannot say due to contractual obligations,” Day shrugged.
Vai exclaimed: “It even involves the contract? My ancest… ahem, what exactly did this person do?”
“I’ve told you, I can’t say.”
“Can’t you tell us indirectly, or perhaps… use a metaphor?” Vai persisted.
Day replied irritably: “Do you think it’s that easy to find loopholes in the contract? I can’t say means I can’t say. Also, Angel, I’ve mentioned before not to have multiple people asking questions; I dislike noise. You can do the questioning; after all, you can communicate through your mental connection.”
Angel nodded and through the connection said to the Black Count: “My lord, regarding the Noah family, is there anything else you want me to ask?”
The Black Count thought for a moment: “Ask for that person’s name.”
In fact, both Angel and the Black Count knew who this person was, but Angel still followed the Black Count’s instructions and asked.
However, Day still shook his head: “I can’t say anything about him. Even if you ask me what color clothes he wore, I can’t tell you.”
Upon hearing this, the Black Count pondered briefly and said to Angel: “That’s enough. There’s no need to ask about the Noah family anymore. Let’s inquire about something else.”