Chapter 2611 Day <TOC> Chapter 2613 Wood Spirit
Translator: SumTLMan
Although the Black Count said so, everyone was actually extremely curious about this ancestor of the Noah family.
What exactly did he do that it couldn’t be mentioned at all?
Everyone looked at Day, trying to read his expression. But Day’s eyes were indifferent, nothing more.
Actually, they didn’t know that besides Day, there was another person present who knew the reason.
That person was Angel.
Angel understood why Day didn’t dare to mention that person’s name. After all, that Noah ancestor was someone who dared to have a romance with Franklin’s daughter.
This was a scandal involving the boss’s daughter. As the guardian of the Hanging Prison Stairs, how could Day dare to leak it?
“Since it’s inconvenient to talk about this Noah family, I’ll change the question…” Angel thought for a moment: “The place ahead is the Hanging Prison Stairs, right?”
Day glanced coldly: “Do you still need to ask me this question? The answer is already obvious.”
Day did not answer directly, probably due to the contract. However, from his tone, it was basically certain that the place ahead was the Hanging Prison Stairs.
“Any other questions? Hurry up and ask. I’m a bit tired and want to return to the candlestick to rest.”
Everyone looked speechlessly at Day. He hadn’t done anything, yet he was tired?
“This guy is being too obviously perfunctory, isn’t he?” Daus said in the psychic band: “I really want to give him a stab.”
Angel: “If you want to bear the backlash of the magic formation alone, go ahead.”
Daus immediately fell silent.
Angel: “You don’t need to mind his attitude now. Before we finish asking our questions, he won’t leave. He’s just feeling a bit unbalanced psychologically, deliberately putting on airs.”
To put it bluntly, he felt that his previous performance in front of the Gate of Dreams was too unbecoming, and now he wanted to adopt a high posture to regain some face, known as having a cold front and hot back.
Daus said meaningfully: “It seems that your secret conversation just now made you understand him better?”
Angel looked speechlessly at Daus. He kept prying here and there, just trying to satisfy his curiosity about the content of the conversation, right? Facing this situation, the best way to handle it was to ignore it.
Angel directly bypassed Daus and continued to face Day.
This time, Angel did not ask directly but presented the fountain statue of the peeing boy in front of Day in the form of an illusion.
Day looked at the illusion before him, and a hint of complex emotion flashed in his eyes, reminiscence mixed with sentiment.
“You recognize this statue.” Angel did not ask but stated confidently.
Day: “I recognize it. It’s just that it was mostly destroyed thousands of years ago, and now it’s impossible to piece together its original form. I didn’t expect to see its full appearance again in this way. To be honest, I’m not surprised that you know the Hanging Prison Stairs, or that you know that person’s name. But for you to fully recreate the statue of the ‘Angel of Punishment,’ that really surprises me.”
“So, you now want to ask me how I know the origin of the ‘Angel of Punishment’ statue?” Angel hadn’t known before that this was the Angel of Punishment; Day’s words revealed some interesting information.
“I won’t ask; there’s no need.” Day said, with a meaningful tone: “Many people have secrets, but few can keep them.”
Angel: “Although I don’t think this is a secret, but if you say so, then so be it. Back to the main topic, is this statue ahead?”
Day: “I cannot answer directly. But you should know the answer.”
“Then let me ask in another way: Is my current question a repetition of the previous one?” Angel’s previous question was whether the Hanging Prison Stairs were ahead. If the statue was also ahead now, then they hadn’t taken the wrong path.
Day: “Yes.”
Angel continued: “There should be another way to reach that statue, right? I mean, not the path we’re currently taking.”
Day replied: “Although this question is skirting the boundaries, given that you already know the location of the Hanging Prison Stairs, I think I can tell you.”
“Yes, there is indeed another path.”
Angel hurriedly asked: “Has that path collapsed?”
Day narrowed his eyes and countered: “You’re not planning to take that path, are you?”
Angel was about to answer when Day interjected: “Forget it, I won’t ask. Wherever you decide to go has nothing to do with me. However, I can give you a reminder: if you take that path, you might have to face an extremely, extremely powerful being.”
“Can you elaborate?” Angel asked.
Day: “Do you think the paths leading to the Hanging Prison Stairs are safe? That path may be remote, but quite a few people know about it. Yet even ten thousand years ago, few dared to tread it.”
“Is it because of that powerful being you mentioned?”
Day nodded.
“In terms of a wizard’s level, how strong is it? And after ten thousand years, are you sure it’s still there and hasn’t been dealt with by the pioneers?” Angel inquired.
Day replied: “Its strength doesn’t lie in its own power but in here.” He pointed to his head.
“Also, I can reveal that it is actually a sovereign, a being who has ascended to the pinnacle through wisdom.” Day paused: “As for whether it’s still there, I can tell you clearly that it definitely is.”
Angel noticed that when Day spoke of this being, he didn’t use human pronouns but general terms. This implied that the entity was likely not human.
“Why are you so certain? Is it also bound by the magic formation like you?”
Day: “I can’t tell you the answer, but it isn’t bound. Occasionally, it leaves its dwelling. If you’re lucky, you might not have to face it.”
Day’s words revealed important information: this was a being capable of moving freely, most importantly, it was powerful and still alive.
“Do you think our team can handle it?” Angel consulted with the others via the mental connection and asked.
“Probably not.”
Day didn’t give an absolute answer; perhaps this was a hint?
“Is there a way for us to communicate with it and gain its permission to let us pass?” Angel suggested another possibility.
Day: “That depends on whether any among you can make it willing to communicate. Friendly reminder: aside from that stone slab behind you, the other fools have absolutely no chance of getting to talk with it.”
Angel had always thought Day hadn’t noticed the Black Count, but now it seemed he had been aware all along.
“If we have to fight, how should we confront it? If we want to communicate, what topics should we discuss?” Angel discussed with the Black Count and asked.
Day replied: “As for combat, I don’t know, and even if I did, I certainly couldn’t tell you. Regarding communication, I don’t know either. But between wise beings, do you need to deliberately find topics? Any subject can be introduced naturally.”
“Remember, don’t be deceived by its appearance; its intelligence far surpasses your imagination.”
From Angel’s tone, could this “Wise One” be an unremarkable fellow?
“I heard that the ‘Basket Witch’ Summer Dew and the ‘Grafting Lunatic’ Dongola have both issued a bounty to find a lost ancient race. It’s said that this race is very ugly in appearance but extremely intelligent. The guy Angel mentioned, could he be from this ancient race?” Vai suddenly spoke.
“I’ve never heard of it… You, someone who never steps out the door, how do you know about this?” Daus asked suspiciously.
Vai replied: “Don’t underestimate me; I have my own sources of information.”
While Daus was still puzzled, the Black Count spoke up: “Tea parties are a very good place for information exchange.”
Although the Black Count just casually said this without specifying anything, everyone’s gaze toward Vai instantly changed.
Undoubtedly, Vai is male. And tea parties are places where witches gather, absolutely prohibiting male entry.
And the only way to enter a tea party is to become a woman. Of course, wizards don’t need to cut off anything permanently; they can use transformation spells because transformation spells are the least likely to be detected.
Seeing everyone’s strange gazes, Vai hurriedly said: “It’s not me; I haven’t been to a tea party. It was my maid!”
“Maid?” Everyone was still skeptical.
Seeing this, Vai simply threw caution to the wind: “Even if I did go to a tea party, so what? I don’t care about others, but I don’t believe that you, Daus, won’t go to the Savage Grottoes to participate in the tea party when the time comes!”
A large group of wandering wizards transform into women to attend tea parties.
Ordinary tea parties are fine, but at large tea parties, a whole bunch of unfamiliar faces of witches will inevitably appear.
Of course, some wizards prepare very well, often transforming into witches, walking around as females. After gaining some fame, the possibility of being exposed is much less.
All these words were heard by Vai from the Black Count. Therefore, Vai has always deeply suspected whether his own ancestor once had a witch’s alias, but after reaching the pinnacle, that witch accidentally “passed away.”
Daus said: “Don’t slander me; I won’t go.”
Vai said: “I don’t believe it.”
After speaking, Vai turned to look at Angel: “Lord Super Dimensional, this time the tea party is being held at the Savage Grottoes. When the time comes, please inspect strictly so that certain people don’t sneak in.”
That certain person——Daus, at this moment, was already breaking out in cold sweat on his back, secretly glancing at Angel.
Angel looked at Daus with a smile: “If it’s Lord Red Sword, I believe I won’t mistake you.”
Daus said: “We’re friends; there’s no need to be so harsh… Ahem, I’m not talking about the tea party; I mean there’s no need to be so harsh usually.”
Angel smiled without saying a word.
At this moment, the Black Count, who started this topic, redirected the conversation back on track: “What Vai said is indeed possible. Dongola and Summer Dew are both Karabians. In Karabian children’s songs from thousands of years ago, it is said that they have the bloodline of the Wise One in their bodies, and this Wise One refers to that ancient race.”
“There are many ruins that also prove the existence of this ancient race. However, because this race is too ugly in appearance, the Karabians revised the children’s songs, removing the part about the Wise One’s bloodline in their bodies.”
Hearing this, Angel silently thought: This is really too realistic…
“This ancient race’s specific name has never been translated into the continent’s common tongue; it must be pronounced in the Karabit language. Moreover, their name has evolved several times. Originally, it roughly meant ‘Astute Sages,’ but now it has become ‘Short and Robust Sages.'”
“Because their appearance is extremely diminutive, with only their heads being disproportionately large.”
“This race has not been found alive in the Southern Region to this day. But listening to what Day just said, perhaps it truly could be this lineage.”
After the Black Count finished his explanation, Angel did not hesitate and directly turned to Day and asked: “Approximately how tall is it?”
Day cast a suspicious glance at Angel: “Are you trying to guess its race? Don’t bother; you won’t figure it out. When you see it, you’ll be utterly astonished.”
“So, is it taller than me or shorter than me?” Angel persisted in his questioning.
“I can’t say, but I can tell you that humans and its race are reproductively isolated. To put it bluntly, the sizes just don’t match.”
As for what sizes, there’s no need to spell it out.
But whether humans are bigger or it is bigger, that’s anyone’s guess.
Seeing Angel’s perplexed expression, Day couldn’t help but say: “Why must you insist on taking that route? If you want to explore the Hanging Prison Stairs, you can still return via the current path; there’s no need to gamble on the other side. Besides, there’s nothing worthwhile over there… Unless you’re planning to plunder that one.”
“If you really intend to rob that one, you’ll certainly reap a bountiful harvest, because what it has in abundance are books. And books mean knowledge… But do you truly have the courage to rob it?”
After Day finished speaking, a heavy silence fell over the group. After all, they didn’t even know what this being was, but Day’s warning clearly indicated that the entity was not to be trifled with.
An ancient monster that has lived for ten thousand years and can roam freely within magic formations, just the thought of it sent chills down their spines.
Everyone could only turn their gazes to Angel. After all, the decision of where to go next rested on his shoulders. Perhaps Angel knew of other routes that could avoid that existence?
While everyone waited with bated breath, Angel was pondering another matter.
Day had mentioned that what that existence possessed most were books… If his memory served him correctly, during his journey through the Nightmare Plane, the only place where he encountered bookshelves was in a certain enormous hall.
Piecing together the clues, Angel thought for a moment and softly uttered: “Three Eyes.”
Day’s head whipped around instantly, his eyes filled with surprise and suspicion as he looked at Angel: “You…”
Seeing Day’s reaction, Angel knew his guess was spot on. The blue-skinned giant in the hall within the Nightmare Plane, the Three-Eyed Blue Demon, indeed corresponded to that existence in reality.
However, the Three-Eyed Blue Demon in the Nightmare Plane was not particularly formidable; in reality, according to Day’s description, it should be unimaginably powerful.
For such a race to ascend to the realm of a sovereign, this individual must indeed be exceptionally gifted.
Angel ventured: “Does it have a fondness for alchemy?”
Day looked puzzled: “Since you know of it, why did you ask me earlier?”
Angel replied: “I just suddenly recalled some… unpleasant memories.”
Even as he spoke these words, he communicated through the mental connection to his companions: “I’ll explain everything later; I think I know what this being is.”
Day didn’t inquire further about Angel’s unpleasant memories but instead answered his earlier question: “Whether it likes alchemy, I don’t know, but it certainly practices it, and at a very high level. Besides alchemy, it’s proficient in many other disciplines; its title of ‘Sage’ is well-deserved.”
“A sage who has honed its skills over ten thousand years, mastering alchemy and numerous other arts, are you truly prepared to face such a being?”
Angel couldn’t answer this question immediately. If what Day said was true, then they might be facing an omnipotent opponent.
Alchemy’s subfields include magic potions, runes, machinery, artifacts, and so on. Just a slight setup would be enough to give people a headache.
Just like that bottle of mushroom magic potion that Angel had thrown into Princess Castle back then; he only used a potion that made people continuously grow mushrooms to drive the Princess crazy. And what they are facing might possess magic potions more terrifying and elusive than the mushroom potion.
Magic potions are just one part; runes and the like haven’t even been counted yet… Speaking of runes, a speculation suddenly arose in Angel’s mind: the opponent can move freely within the underground magic formation; could it be that this magic formation is also their handiwork?
If this speculation is true, then it would be even harder to deal with.
Angel was already considering that if it really doesn’t work, they would abandon this path. See if they could take another entrance; on this path, they would definitely encounter the opponent, but other entrances might not necessarily.
“Regarding the situation of that existence, I’ll ask up to here; I’ll tell you the details later. Do you have anything else you want to ask?” Angel asked through the mental connection.
Angel first looked at the Black Count. The Black Count directly said: “What I want to ask, I estimate only you can answer me. So, I have no questions now.”
Angel pursed his lips and looked at Daus.
“My questions are many…”
Angel said: “Be concise; I don’t have time to ask them one by one for you.”
Daus hurriedly said: “Help me ask: Is there anything valuable ahead? Where is it? How can we obtain it? If possible, it’s best to ask where there are remains of predecessors.”
Angel thought: As expected of Daus, it’s not enough to covet the treasures of the ruins; he also wants to profit from the dead.
Angel looked again at Kael and Vai.
The two little apprentices hadn’t expected that they would also have a chance to ask questions; they were both surprised and moved. Especially Vai, who was already cheering “Long live the idol” in his heart.
Kael’s question was undoubtedly related to history. Angel estimated that Day would most likely not answer.
As for Vai’s question, it was very… Vai.
“Lord, could you please ask: Besides that very, very strong existence, is there any other danger inside? For example, magical creatures, mechanisms, traps, and such.”
This was a very typical Vai-style question. Although it sounded a bit timid, being prepared is not a bad thing.
Therefore, the first question Angel posed to Day next was the one Vai had asked.