Chapter 425 Leaving Black Castle <TOC> Chapter 427 Bid Farewell to the Homeland
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When Angel pushed open the doors of the Centennial Hall, he saw a scene where the half-naked Shadow was lying on top of Naga, her face flushed and panting heavily.
“Sorry to disturb, you two continue,” Angel silently closed the door.
After a while, Shadow opened the door with an awkward expression, already dressed.
“So fast?” Angel asked seriously, his gaze unconsciously drifting to his lower half.
Shadow rolled his eyes and said irritably: “What do kids understand? Nothing happened between us, it’s just a bit of fun!”
Shadow gestured for Angel to come in and talk. As Angel entered the Centennial Hall, preparing to discuss the upcoming plans with Shadow, he heard the High Priest’s call for an audience from outside the door.
Shadow pouted: “When I arrived at the Living Soul Garden a few days ago, he came too. This old guy has a keen sense of smell.”
Angel gestured for the High Priest to come in.
When the door opened, the High Priest rode on a green hummingbird, circled twice in the air, and landed on the long table.
“Lord.” The High Priest looked intently at Angel as soon as he landed.
Angel knew what he meant and nodded slightly at him: “I have consulted Lady Isabelle about your request.”
“Lady Isabelle?” The High Priest exclaimed: “Has Lady Isabelle returned?”
Angel: “I don’t know, but perhaps it’s a soul fragment left by Lady Isabelle.”
The High Priest didn’t know how to comment on matters between wizards, so he put away his curiosity about Isabelle and cautiously asked: “What did Lady Isabelle say?”
Shadow also looked over at this question.
“She agreed to your request.”
As soon as Angel’s words fell, the High Priest showed an excited expression.
“However, the magic formation in Ciporak City must not be destroyed,” Angel paused and continued: “In other words, if you want a branch to gain absolute autonomy, we can only find another way to eliminate the defects in the bloodline.”
Upon hearing this news, the High Priest’s eyes darkened slightly, but upon further thought, it was also a good sign.
“I once promised you that I would find a way no matter what. Since Lady Isabelle has also agreed, I will do my best,” said Angel. “I will go back and ask for my mentor’s opinion. If he has a way, I will come back.”
The High Priest felt relieved, but when he heard Angel’s next words, he became worried: “Do you mean we can’t take them away now?”
“Do you already have candidates for leaving?” Angel frowned.
“I have some candidates in mind.” The High Priest nodded: “Moreover, letting them stay in the Living Soul Garden is ultimately not the best choice. Although it seems like a good life, it’s all illusionary. Instead of indulging in false happiness, it’s better for them to adapt to the outside world as soon as possible.”
The High Priest spoke earnestly.
Angel pondered for a moment. Taking the Kulakuka people with him wouldn’t be too troublesome since he had a space bracelet, but sometimes he could hardly take care of himself. How could he take care of others, let alone the entire hope of the Kulakuka tribe? He still had significant concerns.
The High Priest had lived for thousands of years and experienced many ups and downs. After a brief thought, he understood Angel’s concerns and quickly said: “I hope you can take them, not to protect them. As long as you provide them a place to live, even if it’s somewhat challenging, I believe they will grow and thrive with the diligence of the Kulakuka people.”
Hearing this, Angel thought that if it’s merely finding a place for the tribe to live, it shouldn’t be too difficult.
“Actually, I think you can take them.” With a subtle magical fluctuation, Shadow’s voice suddenly entered Angel’s ears.
Angel looked at Shadow, waiting for his explanation.
“The Kulakuka people are native to the Wizarding World and can teach wizardry. Judging by the talents of the Gami brothers, I believe their tribe has a high proportion of gifted individuals. You can take some of them, whether to join your organization, use them in other ways, or even take them as your apprentices,” Shadow continued: “As long as they grow up, they will be part of your faction.”
Angel remained silent, as he had no plans to take on apprentices, but Shadow seemed to make sense; it was like cultivating personal power.
“Even if the people you take are not gifted, their craftsmanship is excellent. If you still have relatives among ordinary people, you can provide a stable source of income for them through their exquisite craftsmanship.”
Upon hearing this, Angel was moved.
He had been away from home for nearly three years and planned to return next year. Bringing the Kulakuka tribe to the old continent would be a good idea. As Shadow mentioned, their craftsmanship was indeed exquisite. Though they might struggle with large items due to their size, they could continuously supply smaller objects with their meticulous carving. This could serve as a long-term source of income for the Pat family.
With this in mind, Angel nodded to the High Priest, who looked hopeful: “Alright, I agree.”
The High Priest’s face lit up with excitement: “Thank you for your mercy, my lord!”
“Bring the people you’ve chosen here, let them take their belongings, and we’ll leave today.” Angel paused: “Although I can temporarily provide food and water, they still need to bring some emergency rations in case I cannot take care of them during an emergency.”
“Yes, I will bring them now.” Hearing this news, the High Priest’s spirits lifted, and he even walked with less of a shuffle. He mounted his hummingbird, bid farewell to Angel, and flew into the distance.
After the High Priest left, Shadow said: “Actually, you could choose them yourself. Wouldn’t it be better to choose those with talent?”
Angel replied: “I don’t have any tools to test for talent. Do you?”
“Now that I’m even wearing the clothes you gave me, how could I possibly have any?” Shadow suddenly revealed an evil grin: “But, you could directly break through their mental defenses to find out.”
“Whether they have talent or not is another matter; there’s no need to use forbidden methods.” According to Shadow’s method, those without talent would either die or become idiots from the immense mental shock. This method of testing for talent was prohibited in the Wizarding World… but if you really did it, as long as you didn’t go too far, no one would actually punish you. Because no wizard would be constantly watching ordinary people.
“It all depends on fate; whether they have talent or not doesn’t matter to me.”
Shadow shrugged indifferently and slumped down on the chair: “Whatever you say.” As he spoke, his hand wandered onto Nagas’ peaks beside him.
Angel turned his head away, unable to bear the sight.
After a while, when he heard no movement from Shadow, Angel said: “When we return to the surface world, let’s rest for a day. I need to replenish some food. Shall we leave the day after?”
“Whatever you want. I also need to get some new clothes. However, let me make it clear that if you want to reach Silent Hill early, you can only rely on my vehicle. Don’t complain about it later.” Shadow knew that his vehicle was a bit too… feminine, but what could he do? Vehicles were free, weren’t they? He had stolen this vehicle from a female apprentice he killed.
Angel shuddered at the thought of the thin, feminine cape. And the image of two men flying under a woman’s cape was simply too beautiful…
“No need, I have a vehicle.” Angel paused: “I crafted it just a few days ago, haven’t tested it yet.”
Hearing this, Shadow showed no surprise. Angel was almost able to craft mysterious objects, so what was so remarkable about creating a flying vehicle?
Although he wasn’t surprised, a hint of envy flashed in his eyes: “What kind of vehicle is it? Show it to me, let me feast my eyes.”
Angel actually wanted to test the vehicle as well, so he was about to take out the “Gondola” following Shadow’s words. But before he could act, the High Priest’s voice requesting an audience once again resounded in the hall.
Angel glanced at Shadow: “We’ll talk about it when we leave tomorrow.”
The High Priest brought thirty families, a total of 81 people, into the hall. Except for the High Priest, all the Kulakuka tribesmen were somewhat fearful, shivering and not daring to approach Angel and Shadow, the two towering giants.
Angel noticed that there were no elderly people among the thirty families, and even young children were scarce, with the majority being young adults.
“My lord, I have brought them here and informed them of their mission,” the High Priest paused: “I’ve told them everything except for the issue concerning their souls.”
Shadow scoffed: “That’s basically the same as not saying anything. Isn’t the problem we’re trying to solve about their souls?”
The High Priest looked embarrassed, as the matter of souls was difficult for him to explain. Was he supposed to tell them: “Your ancestors’ souls have all dissipated, and your future might be the same”?
“How did you explain it to them?” Angel asked.
“There is an issue within their bloodline that requires your help to resolve. Also, I hope they can continue the Kulakuka tribe and expand their territory,” the High Priest respectfully replied.
“I understand,” Angel nodded at the High Priest and walked over to the anxious Kulakuka tribesmen. “I promised your High Priest that I would take you away and find a new home for you. I will fulfill this promise, but my only requirement is that you must always follow my orders as your highest command.”
Angel glanced at the hesitant High Priest and paused. “I am a wizard. I can swear by the World Will that I will not harm you deliberately. Once you are truly settled, I will no longer interfere with your choices.”
“Can you do that?” Angel asked.
The tribesmen looked at each other and eventually turned their gaze to the High Priest standing behind Angel. The High Priest made no move. If he told the tribesmen to listen to Angel now, his words would become the highest command, contradicting what Angel had said earlier. Therefore, it was only right for the tribesmen to judge and decide for themselves.
After a while, no one spoke. The oppressive silence made Angel somewhat irritable.
The High Priest also looked embarrassed, constantly observing Angel’s expression. He feared that Angel might suddenly refuse to take on this responsibility any longer.
Chapter 425 Leaving Black Castle <TOC> Chapter 427 Bid Farewell to the Homeland