Chapter 613 A Modest Concert <TOC> Chapter 615 Puppet Blank Bodies
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Without Foxx, this makeshift concert could no longer go on. Frogg was so angry that his curled hair flew up, cursing Yorkshire from his mouth, looking as if he couldn’t wait to drink its blood and eat its flesh.
“Quack quack, this disgusting guy really ruins the scenery. Why would the Queen send someone like this, who has no use besides controlling with strings!” Frogg rarely abandoned the ups and downs of his tone while speaking, showing how deep his hatred for Yorkshire was.
Frogg took a few deep breaths and bowed to Angel: “Your Highness Shava, it doesn’t matter if Foxx leaves, how about I cleanse my mouth and chant for you?”
Angel quickly waved his hands, he had finally let out a long breath after Foxx left and didn’t want to continue suffering from Frogg’s torment.
“Forget it, let’s perform again next time. Without the accompaniment of the harp, it’s inevitably less interesting. Mr. Frogg surely wouldn’t want his work to be flawed, right?”
Frogg extended his webbed forelimbs, fiddled with his slightly loose brown curls, and after adjusting his position, nodded as if he understood: “Quack, Your Highness Shava is right, it is my responsibility to present you with a perfect work. Since Foxx has left, this concert has to end.”
Frogg shook his head and walked down from the box somewhat dejectedly.
Angel finally relaxed and then looked at Frogg, who had a depressed face: “Mr. Frogg, do you know what happened to Yorkshire?”
Frogg quacked twice, with an expression of watching a good show: “Not as skilled as others, beaten and chased, well deserved!”
—Of course, who would expect anything less from their opponent? Angel thought so in his heart.
As for Sanders’ strength, Angel had full confidence in it. Even if Foxx joined the battle, Sanders should have no difficulty dealing with it. Even if there was an accident, escaping wouldn’t be a problem.
Angel was not worried about Sanders’ side, but he was still concerned about Nausica’s whereabouts.
He looked back at Coral and Hilary, then at Frogg, and after pondering for a moment, said: “Mr. Frogg, can you expel the parasitic seed within them? I have some questions I want to ask.”
According to Angel’s personal observation, these two animal musicians had different skills. Foxx had a strong ability to observe details and would be more suspicious and thoughtful about any strange things. However, Frogg seemed somewhat careless. Although he chanted poems of wind, flowers, snow, and moon, in reality, he was more like a careless and rash man.
With Foxx gone and only Frogg remaining, it was actually easier to strategize.
Indeed, after hearing Angel’s request, Frogg showed no doubt and pointed at Coral and Hilary’s noses: “Quack, did you hear that? Your Highness Shava asked you both to leave. Why don’t you hurry up and go?!”
As Frogg scolded them, two glistening specks of light flew out of their mouths.
Witnessing the entire process, Angel fell silent… So there was such an approach, directly commanding the parasites to leave?
After the parasites disappeared, Hilary remained asleep, while Coral seemed to gradually awaken. Angel glanced at Frogg, who was sitting on the wooden chair where Foxx had previously played the harp, looking melancholic towards the exit, seemingly still hoping for Foxx to return and continue the unfinished concert.
Making sure Frogg wasn’t paying attention to his actions, Angel pulled Coral to a corner.
As Coral opened her eyes, Angel immediately covered her mouth, whispering in a low voice amidst her puzzled gaze: “It’s me, don’t make a fuss.”
After making sure Coral nodded, Angel released his hand: “Are you alright now?”
“What just happened? Eh, Brother Angel, how come you’re here?” Coral showed a surprised and infatuated expression, wanting to rush over.
Angel quickly dodged, flying into mid-air: “I have an urgent question for you.”
Seeing Angel’s serious expression, Coral put away her exaggerated expression, nodding to Angel while observing the surroundings with her eyes.
Since the area was empty of humans, with only Frogg the frog remaining, the enclosed space seemed much quieter.
Coral glanced at Frogg from a distance, took a fearful step back, and whispered: “What’s that green frog?”
Angel gestured for her to be silent: “You don’t need to worry about that for now. Just answer my question first. Have you seen Nausica?”
Amidst Coral’s puzzled expression, Angel briefly explained the events that had taken place in Sleepless City, particularly mentioning that their previous state of amnesia was due to being parasitized.
“Before you were parasitized, did you notice Nausica? What was she doing at that time?”
At first, Coral was shocked by the “parasite” mentioned by Angel. After being reminded several times by Angel, she came back to her senses and recalled the situation at that time.
“At that time, we trapped Hookedick on the outskirts of Savage Grottoes. Just as we were about to finish him off, the mysterious sound of the harp that could evoke inner desires began to play again,” Coral paused: “I had a bad feeling and ordered Gank to continue pursuing Hookedick while I still had my wits about me, because Gank’s emotions had already disappeared and wouldn’t be affected by the harp sound.”
“Then, I can’t remember what happened next.” Coral fell silent.
It was strange that if Gank had gone to pursue Hookedick, why couldn’t they find any trace of him here? Angel rubbed his temples; Coral knew too little, and there were no valuable clues: “Do you think Hilary might know something?”
Coral glanced at the still sleeping Hilary and pondered: “I don’t know, but I remember Hilary didn’t seem to be too affected by desires. However, although she wasn’t affected, she always became drowsy whenever she heard the harp sound, and another Hilary would appear… the crazy Hilary, just like when she faced Jiebo.”
“So, whether she saw anything or not, I can’t be sure.” Coral paused: “Let me wake her up. I brought the potion her mentor prepared for her…”
As Coral spoke, she looked down to fetch something from her bag.
But when she looked down, she froze. Her outfit had turned into an extremely flamboyant clown style, clearly adult-sized, making it both ridiculous and awkward on her. It was filled with a spoof-like theatrical air.
Cursing under her breath, Coral tried to calm her rising anger and reluctantly accepted her current attire.
Fortunately, her shoulder bag was woven from colorful pheasant feathers, or else her bag might not have survived the parasitic species’ bizarre sense of aesthetics.
Finding the potion in her small bag, Coral woke Hilary and led her to a dark corner where they whispered for a while. Angel kept an eye on Frogg, although he didn’t think Frogg would make any sudden moves; it was better to be safe than sorry.
Soon, Hilary came over. Since being parasitized, she had been mostly asleep. Despite sleeping for so long, her face still had a fatigue that made one yawn involuntarily. Hilary rubbed her eyes and whispered: “I’ve heard from Coral what happened here. Let me briefly tell you what I saw before I fell into a deep sleep.”
“When we were trying to corner Hookedick, it was… another ‘me’ who was controlling my body, but now I am gradually able to get some information from ‘her’.” Hilary paused, seemingly choosing her words carefully: “Coral ordered Cherie to intercept Hookedick, that’s for sure. But at the same time, I saw Nausica following Hookedick as well.”
“Nausica is chasing Hookedick too?” Coral’s eyes lit up: “In that case, if we find Hookedick, we should be able to find Nausica, right? And we can also find Cherie along the way!”
“No!” “That’s not right!” Hilary and Angel almost simultaneously said this sentence.
Hilary and Angel looked at each other and signaled for him to speak first.
“I forgot to tell you just now, actually, Hookedick is here too.” Angel pointed to a pile of rotten flesh in the distance: “That’s Hookedick, I’ve already killed him.”
The news of Hookedick’s death surprised both of them, but there was also a hint of regret in their surprise: “We’ve been searching for nearly a month, finally locking down Hookedick’s location… I didn’t expect you to kill him in the end.”
Hookedick had almost trapped them in the Purification Sea before, so their hatred for Hookedick was no less than Angel’s. Although the final outcome was ideal, it was not them who killed Hookedick, so there was inevitably some regret.
Angel looked at Hilary, wanting to hear why she had also just denied Coral’s guess.
Hilary’s eyes were dark: “Because I saw a strange creature abducting them.”
Angel’s eyes narrowed, having listened for so long, he finally got a crucial clue: Nausica was abducted, indicating that a third party was involved!
“A strange creature, did you see what it looked like?” Angel asked anxiously.
Hilary shook her head: “It was too dark at the time, I couldn’t see what it looked like, but from its ability to easily wrap up Cherie, we can infer that it was definitely a very powerful creature, and it might even be quite large in size…” Hilary pondered for a moment, as if she had thought of something: “There’s another strange thing, I don’t know if it’s my illusion, but I remember that just before I passed out, I seemed to see a golden light flashing on its body.”
Golden light? Angel closed his eyes, connecting the words of Fiero, Hilary, and Coral, creating a series of images from when the events took place.
From Douglas creating the planar passage to the encirclement of Hookedick, and finally, the reappearance of the harp sound, the three fell into various situations…
The final image was set in the “golden light” that Hilary mentioned.
It seemed that a string in his mind had been touched, and Angel suddenly opened his eyes: “The golden light you mentioned, is it a golden thread?”
Chapter 613 A Modest Concert <TOC> Chapter 615 Puppet Blank Bodies