Chapter 591 Unknown Magical Creature <TOC> Chapter 593 Reunion with Morrow
Translator: SumTLMan
That was a young woman shrouded in a water curtain, as if stars were flowing through the water, twinkling with dazzling light.
Although her face was obscured by the water curtain, her graceful figure and long blue hair were faintly visible.
She looked at him through the water curtain.
Angel didn’t know who she was, but he could sense that there was no malice in her gaze, just some indescribable complex emotions.
When Angel noticed her gaze, she didn’t show any embarrassment and naturally turned to talk to the wizard beside her.
However, Angel vaguely felt a wave of energy emanating from her, not knowing where it was heading.
As she wasn’t looking at him, Angel felt it would be impolite to keep staring. After all, she was clearly a formal wizard, and staring would be not only rude but also provocative.
Angel shifted his gaze back to the window, but his thoughts began to race.
……
In front of the sand table, Douglas described the current situation of the outer city.
“Lord Phantom Master, what do you think?” Douglas looked at Sanders with a solemn expression.
Sanders glanced at the illusion sand table and said indifferently: “What I think is not important, but I wonder how you would handle it if this dark area expands?”
Douglas and the surrounding wizards looked at each other for a while before responding: “We have considered this possibility and asked Professor Angelo to judge. The information he obtained…”
Douglas looked at the woman shrouded in the water curtain as he spoke.
The woman nodded at him and stepped forward: “Let me explain. Professor Angelo is still collecting data and analyzing the composition of the Dark Domain. Although he hasn’t reached a definite conclusion yet, he says the current Dark Domain is extremely stable. Its stability is based on the framework of the ‘Eternal Day’ magic formation. If it goes beyond the range of ‘Eternal Day,’ it will not be stable, and the Dark Domain’s energy will be diluted.”
Sanders: “So the conclusion is that the dark area won’t expand?”
The woman nodded: “Once the Dark Domain’s energy is diluted, it will be easier to deal with. Therefore, Professor Angelo predicts that it won’t expand.”
“I trust his string-plucking more than baseless speculation without evidence,” Sanders said indifferently. “After all, Angelo’s nickname is ‘The String Plucker,’ not ‘The Speculator.'”
Douglas interjected: “Professor Angelo needs time to collect data to pluck the strings. He has been collecting data since he arrived here the day before yesterday. He should be able to pluck the strings soon.”
“Before plucking the strings, there is no better reference, and sand table exercises will not be of much use,” Sanders commented. Under everyone’s unpleasant expressions, he looked at Douglas and asked the purpose of his visit: “I heard that Angelo has already calculated the life and death situation of the wizards entering the outer city. What are the results?”
Mentioning the life and death situation of the wizards, Douglas’s expression became solemn, and his righteous face appeared even more awe-inspiring.
“According to Professor Angelo’s estimate, the wizards who fell into the outer city are both alive and dead. I don’t know about other wizard organizations, as they were unwilling to provide the essence blood of the wizards entering the outer city, so it couldn’t be calculated. However, in our Sleepless City, a total of six people entered, and one is currently dead, with five still alive.”
“The one who died is Witch Dinan.” When speaking of the deceased, Douglas showed sadness. Formal wizards were considered top-notch combatants in any wizard organization, and losing one was heartbreaking.
Douglas inserted a flag on one side of the sand table and said: “According to the calculation, the location of Witch Dinan’s fall is here.”
Sanders looked at the position on the sand table: “This is… the teleportation hall?”
“Yes, we speculate that Witch Dinan wanted to leave through the teleportation formation in the teleportation hall. She might have been crushed by spatial energy or encountered an attack in the teleportation hall. However, based on the current life and death situation, we lean more towards the former.”
Crushed by spatial energy? It’s possible.
However, given the consideration of a formal wizard, she should have taken into account the instability of space and would not have made such a choice.
Unless she had no other option. If she didn’t take the teleportation formation, she would surely die. If she did, there was a slim chance of survival.
That is to say, she might have encountered a dangerous situation that threatened her life.
What was the so-called danger? Was it the two fox and frog creatures, or the unknown creature that crawled out of the channel? Or something else?
As Sanders was secretly pondering, the woman covered in the water curtain suddenly said: “Phantom Master, have you come here for Angel this time?”
“What do you mean?”
“It is well known that your disciple once came into contact with the Mysterious Realm in Black Castle. Although he did not become a Mysterious Alchemist due to Isabelle’s intervention, he is almost a foreseeable alchemy master in the alchemy world.” The woman’s voice seemed to be praising but carried a hint of jealousy: “This time, the Mysterious Aura of Sleepless City is obviously a freshly made Mysterious Object. You brought him here, isn’t it for him to observe? In the end, he might be able to aim for the Mysterious Realm again?”
The woman’s words caused the gazes of the wizards present to turn towards Angel, who was not far away.
Acquiring a Mysterious Object is not as valuable as having an alchemist who can craft them.
They, of course, know this, but unfortunately, they don’t have such talent. If their disciples could access the Mysterious Realm, or even have a chance to become a great alchemist, they would probably wake up laughing in their sleep.
Keep in mind, the entire Southern Region has only a handful of well-known alchemists, most of whom are in Sky Mechanical City.
Imagine this: In the vast Savage Grottoes, which rank high among the southern wizards’ organizations, there is only one person called an “alchemist,” the “Rose Crown” Liana.
For their small and medium-sized wizard organizations, having an alchemist is already good enough.
“So, he is the rumored Angel. Lord Phantom Master has really put in great effort,” Douglas complimented.
Sanders: “…” Actually, he didn’t have that idea.
He brought Angel to Sleepless City purely because of Angel’s other identity: “Shava.”
Since Angel could be called “Your Highness” by that fox, maybe Angel’s identity here could be useful. Moreover, this place isn’t like the Nightmare Plane; he can fully protect Angel and let Angel hide in the Gravity Garden. Therefore, he brought Angel here.
As for their speculative thoughts, he didn’t have them before this.
However, Sanders naturally wouldn’t deny it but just gave a faint smile, looking at the lady in the water curtain: “Lady Herolin’s resentment is quite heavy. Are you still holding a grudge about the past?”
Herolin snorted coldly, didn’t speak, but her attitude undoubtedly revealed it.
The wizards were confused, not understanding what grudge existed between Herolin and Sanders. A first-level wizard holding a grudge against a second-level true knowledge wizard? What’s the catch?
Most importantly, Sanders seemed quite complacent, showing no signs of feeling resented.
Herolin stopped speaking, and Sanders put away his smile, turning to Douglas: “Are you so sure that a Mysterious Object is being born in there?”
Douglas: “Lord Phantom Master, what do you mean by that?”
“Could the chaotic surrounding spatial energy not be some kind of spatial passage?” Sanders paused: “Of course, it could also be caused by a Mysterious Object with spatial properties.”
Having said that, Sanders didn’t care about their thoughts, went to the side, and communicated with Angel through a mental link.
Sanders briefly explained the life and death situation inside.
Angel was silent for a moment and asked: “Is Mentor planning to go in?”
Sanders: “Let’s wait and see. Angelo is collecting data and information. We’ll see the result after he plucks the strings.”
Plucking strings? Angelo? As Angel was wondering who this person was, Sanders’ next sentence explained his identity.
“The String Plucker” Angelo, was the very prophetic wizard that Douglas had consulted. The so-called string plucking was a predictive method used by Angelo, using a special spell to pluck the Strings of the World to determine unknown outcomes.
However, Angel noticed a detail: Sanders only mentioned his nickname and said nothing about his background.
“So…” Angel glanced at Toby on his shoulder, who was staring intently at the outer city, and asked quietly: “What is the real purpose of Mentor coming here? Is it to kill those two magical creatures or to save Lady Gloria?”
Angel had come to Sleepless City with Sanders, mainly because of Gloria, as Toby couldn’t let go of his concerns.
Upon arrival, however, Angel found that the waters of Sleepless City seemed deeper than he had imagined.
Sanders had also analyzed a lot with him, but Angel always had an uneasy feeling, yet he didn’t know how to refute it. In such a situation, let alone finding out Gloria’s whereabouts, he would have a problem protecting himself if he wasn’t careful.
So, what he cared more about now was, what exactly did Sanders want to do here?
“My original goal was that mysterious harp, and along the way, I planned to save Gloria… But now…” Sanders’ eyes were dark as he looked at the ever-changing darkness: “It’s hard to say.”
As for how it was “hard to say,” Sanders didn’t elaborate, and Angel didn’t continue asking.
Starting from Mechanical City, Sanders and Gloria had been close, seemingly reaching some sort of agreement. He didn’t know what the agreement was, nor did he intend to ask. But since Sanders was willing to save Gloria, at least it was an explanation for Toby.
Angel’s gaze also rested on the outer city.
The world of wizards was constantly experiencing tumultuous events. Sometimes it happened right beside him, and sometimes he was even in the midst of it.
The deeper he delved into the world of wizards, the more he realized his insignificance.
Now he understood, to some extent, why official wizards treated wizard apprentices like grass and ants.
In an increasingly dangerous world, even wizards were barely surviving, let alone apprentices.
Chapter 591 Unknown Magical Creature <TOC> Chapter 593 Reunion with Morrow