Chapter 661 Limitations of Insight <TOC> Chapter 663 Fairy of Flowers
Translator: SumTLMan
On the other side, Sanders in the study was looking at the “Monument of the Strange Ring” in his hand.
As he flipped it over and over, he quickly noticed the emblem hidden within a magic rune beneath the tablet’s base: a lion’s heart entwined with thorns.
With a glance, Sanders understood Angel’s intentions.
“So this lad has reached this step as well, huh?” Sanders laughed.
He didn’t immediately experiment with the Monument of the Strange Ring, but instead placed it at one end of his desk, next to the Falcon Demon Ornament. Both decorations were crafted by Angel, but it was clear from their appearance that Angel’s alchemy philosophy had grown.
“I hope you can go further,” Sanders said with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
At this moment, the door to the study was pushed open forcefully, and Flora stormed in angrily: “I’m so fed up with Little Red! Every time she sees Angel, she actively gives him flowers, making it impossible for me to vent my anger!”
“What? Did Angel make you angry?” Sanders raised an eyebrow.
“Of course not, it’s not him who made me angry.” Flora unapologetically clarified that her anger towards Angel was entirely due to someone else’s displacement.
Sanders raised an eyebrow: “I asked you to go through the front door just to follow the rules.”
“Why follow the rules? I’m a witch, not a mortal. If following the rules would lead me to true knowledge, then I would follow them,” Flora rolled her eyes, and then she saw the Monument of the Strange Ring on the table: “What’s this? I didn’t see it last time I came here. It looks nice…”
Flora leaned in closer: “Oh, this is an interesting ring pattern inside the diamond shape. Mentor, what is this?”
“Monument of the Strange Ring, something more interesting on the inside than the outside.”
“What’s inside?” Flora played with the Monument of the Strange Ring, looking very interested.
“Alright, let’s talk about these things later, let’s talk about the main issue first. I called you here because I’m planning to go to the Nightmare Plane.”
Flora’s expression became serious, and as Sanders spoke, her face grew more solemn. Finally, she nodded: “I understand.”
…
Angel’s bedroom.
“Did you want to see me?” Angel opened his bedroom door and looked at Wimbledon, who was pacing back and forth in the hallway outside.
Ever since Angel returned to his room, he felt Wimbledon lingering outside his door. Using his mental power to reach out, he found that the boy didn’t dare to knock, just mumbling something to himself with an anxious look on his face.
Seeing Angel open the door, Wimbledon’s eyes showed both surprise and hesitation: “Young Master Pat… I just wanted to ask about something.”
Angel leaned against the doorframe: “What’s up? Are you still thinking about Peter Pan, the little flying boy?”
“The little flying boy?” Wimbledon paused: “I really want to know the story of the little flying boy, but what I want to ask is another matter… Have you seen Ananda recently?”
Ananda? An image flashed through Angel’s mind: a sexy beauty with a proud figure. This person was once a gang leader he had seen in Shadow Demon City, born with divine power and said to be the daughter of the city’s defense captain, as well as Wimbledon’s childhood friend.
At first, because Angel didn’t bring Ananda to the Savage Grottoes, he had been nagged and splashed by Wimbledon for a long time. However, Wimbledon was venting his emotions one-sidedly, and Angel didn’t pay attention to him.
“Why are you suddenly asking me about this? How would I know her whereabouts?” Angel paused: “Since I left Shadow Demon City, I haven’t returned.”
“Did she go missing? Instead of asking me, you should ask her family.”
Wimbledon’s face showed urgency: “The day before yesterday, when I went to Windmill Town with my grandpa to purchase supplies, I saw her father, Captain Nebia. He told me that Ananda was missing.”
Windmill Town is near the Mirror World and is also one of the several airports of the Savage Grottoes.
“What’s the point of asking me if she’s gone missing?” Angel raised an eyebrow.
“Captain Nebia told me that Ananda said she listened to you and wanted to take a chance. She’s been gone for almost half a year now,” Wimbledon said urgently.
Listening to my words? Angel was stunned for a moment, but he didn’t seem to have said anything to Ananda, right?
“What does she want to bet on?” Angel frowned.
“A witch, she wants to become a witch. Captain Nebia told me that you once told her that she still has a glimmer of hope to become a witch.”
Angel’s eyebrows furrowed tightly; he knew from the beginning that Ananda wanted to become a witch.
However, Ananda’s mental power value was less than 10 points, not reaching the edge of a gifted person. That’s why he initially brought Wimbledon to the Savage Grottoes and didn’t bring her, for that reason.
But had he ever told Ananda that there was still a glimmer of hope?
Was there?
Angel pondered for a moment, and it seemed that there was indeed such a thing. At first, because he didn’t have a spatial bracelet and had bought a lot of things in Twilight Deep Well, he hired Ananda, who had divine power, as a laborer. Later, when Ananda asked him how to become a wizard, he did reveal some things to her because he was in a good mood.
However, the reason Angel was willing to say that at the time was because Twilight Deep Well had a large formation that would make non-gifted people forget all about it. Angel thought that even if he told Ananda, she, as an ordinary person, would forget after leaving Twilight Deep Well.
Did she not forget? Or did she use other means to remember? For example, writing it on paper?
Angel pondered for a moment and said to Wimbledon: “I’ve told her before that her mental power is insufficient to become a wizard. The only way to increase it is to obtain the Cold Night Potion.”
“Perhaps she left to find the Cold Night Potion?” Angel speculated.
“But where can she go to find the Cold Night Potion? Do you really not know where she went, young master?” Wimbledon continued to worry.
Angel shook his head and, in Wimbledon’s disappointed gaze, handed him the empty and clean plate.
“She is an adult with her own thoughts. If she wants to pursue her dreams, let her go. No matter how much you worry, you can’t change her decision.” Angel said, closing the door.
Silent for a moment, Angel walked to the window.
He saw Wimbledon, looking downcast, walking outside the manor, while butler Goode stood behind him, shaking his head and sighing.
There was something else Angel wanted to say but didn’t: Only after hitting a wall can one learn to grow up.
However, he didn’t say it. Although the Cold Night Potion is precious, nothing is absolute. Perhaps persistence can lead to success, and maybe Ananda will eventually find the Cold Night Potion.
Everyone in this world is unique, with different life trajectories. Where fate will lead them is unclear to anyone.
Angel’s gaze shifted to another place – Sanders’ study.
From his angle, he could only see the light on in Sanders’ study, but he couldn’t see the situation inside.
He wondered if Sanders had entered the Nightmare Plane.
The sky was dark, and a stray black cloud hung over Phantom Island. After a flash of lightning, heavy rain poured down with thunder.
Watching the rain trace different paths on the glass window, Angel suddenly sighed, shook his head, and closed the curtains.
As the sunlight shone and clouds dispersed, Angel stretched. He had spent the entire night crafting alchemical illusions with Mysterious Objects, eventually producing five different finished products. They were all shaped like falcon demon figurines, but their poses and shapes were slightly different.
Looking at the time, it was already 7 a.m.
By now, Sanders should have returned from the Nightmare Plane, as entering and leaving the plane is an instantaneous event.
Angel put away the falcon demon figurines and prepared to head to the study to check in.
As he passed through the corridor on the second floor, Angel encountered butler Goode, who was walking from the direction of the kitchen: “Young Master Pat, you’re just in time. Today’s breakfast is fresh milk from Windmill Town’s Extensive Ranch and buttered wheat rolls. For fruit, we have…”
Goode listed a series of breakfast items, and Angel quickly interrupted him: “Please take these to the dining room, and I’ll be there shortly.”
Goode nodded slightly.
“Mr. Goode, has there been any movement on Mentor’s side…?” Angel thought for a moment and rephrased his question: “What I mean is, has he asked you to prepare any breakfast for him?”
Goode shook his head: “Lord has not eaten anything for a long time, only having meals on some special days.”
“Did Mentor leave his room today?”
“He did not.” Goode paused: “However, I seemed to see Miss Flora leaving early this morning.”
Flora had already left? Angel thought about it and let go of his worries. In that case, Sanders should have returned safely from the Nightmare Realm.
After bidding farewell to Goode, Angel came to Sanders’ study.
But before he could knock on the door, a tired voice came from inside: “Angel, what is it?”
“Mentor, I have crafted the Alchemy Illusion Formations. I will bring it to you.” Angel quickly took out a row of Falcon Demon Figurines from his bracelet.
After a while, Sanders’ voice came from inside: “I know.”
Accompanied by a flash of energy, the Falcon Demon Figurines in Angel’s hand disappeared instantly.
“Do you have anything else? If not, you may leave.”
It seemed that Sanders had no intention of meeting him.
Angel thought for a moment and asked softly: “Mentor, about the area where the Mysterious Attic is located…”
“We’ll talk about it later.”
Before Angel could finish, Sanders interrupted his question.
Since Sanders had made up his mind, Angel could only nod and leave, despite his curiosity.
When Angel left, a gust of wind suddenly swirled in the dark study.
The wind blew the curtains, and the morning light shone in slightly. The floor was covered in blood, accompanied by dripping sounds. Sanders, soaked in blood, took a long breath.
Chapter 661 Limitations of Insight <TOC> Chapter 663 Fairy of Flowers