Chapter 745 Arrival at Feran <TOC> Chapter 747 The Mad Bear Reappears
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Alvin’s residence was in the upper-class district of Moon Serenade. This area was filled with towering buildings, mainly occupied by wealthy merchants and elites from various fields.
Alvin’s home was on the top floor of a four-story building, overlooking the bustling Marcel Street below.
At the entrance of the district, there was a statue of a half-crouching man with wings. When carriages passed by, the coachmen would doff their hats and pay their respects to the statue.
“The statue represents Marcel. Legend has it that he was a divine messenger from the realm of the gods, descended upon the land of Greenrose and transformed it from a barbaric tribe into the prosperous kingdom it is today,” explained Drew, emerging from the inner room with a cup of hot water in hand.
At the moment, Angel was standing on the balcony of Alvin’s house, surveying a corner of this mortal city.
Angel took the water from Drew and took a sip, “From the sound of it, you don’t believe that Marcel is the so-called divine messenger?”
Drew curled his lip, “Who would believe such nonsense? In reality, despite the coachmen and passersby doffing their hats and paying their respects to the statue, it’s just a superficial act.”
“Oh?” Angel put down the cup and looked at Drew curiously.
“The royal family of Greenrose is very devout to Marcel. Nobles started to follow suit, mentioning Marcel’s name whenever they spoke and constructing his statues everywhere, as if to prove their affiliation with the upper echelons of Greenrose. Since this trend is popular among the nobility, ambitious merchants and commoners who want to enter the upper class also pay tribute to Marcel in the same way,” Drew rolled his eyes, “In truth, most of them don’t believe, and I even suspect that the Greenrose royal family doesn’t believe in Marcel either.”
Angel: “I don’t know about others, but I think the Greenrose royal family must believe.”
Drew looked puzzled, “Why do you say that, sir?”
“The statue bears traces of extraordinary power. Perhaps some powerful figure wanted to collect faith for research purposes? Since the Greenrose royal family is willing to cater to this powerful person, they must be devout believers,” Angel turned to look at the statue again. Although the extraordinary traces were faint, anyone with even a slight level of cultivation could sense them.
“Can faith be collected?” Drew asked in surprise.
“Of course, it can. Abyssal demons are especially fond of collecting faith.”
Over the past few months, Angel had shared some knowledge about the Wizarding World with Drew, including the overall environment. He had also briefly mentioned other planes of existence. As a high-energy world, the Abyss had always had a complicated relationship with the Wizarding World, so Angel had emphasized it in particular.
As a result, Drew was no stranger to the abyssal demons.
“Sir, do you mean that Marcel is actually related to the demon god and is the messenger of the demon god?”
“Not necessarily,” Angel replied. “He may or may not be related to the demon god. However, considering the age of the statue, it has been here for hundreds of years, and nothing unusual has happened in Moonset City during this time. It is likely just a relic left by a wizard who collected faith for research purposes.”
Angel entered the house and didn’t want to concern himself with the statue; even if it was a demon god collecting faith, it was none of his business. The infiltration of demon god worship into Sky Mechanical City and the blatant establishment of the “Profound Alchemy Society” was normal in the human world.
Alvin’s house was vast, with four floors and more than a dozen rooms, all for him alone. Usually, only Drew lived there with him.
The room Angel was assigned was small but had two balconies. The left one faced the bustling Marcel district, while the right one overlooked a lakefront park. Clearly, Alvin had given Angel the room with the best view.
However, Alvin’s good intentions were likely wasted, as Angel had no intention of wasting time admiring the scenery.
Standing on the balcony earlier was only because the statue of Marcel had caught his attention.
After briefly addressing the matter, Angel settled in and continued his research on the “Poem of the Void,” oblivious to the outside world.
Alvin claimed he was reporting about Roman, and it wasn’t until the afternoon of the next day that he returned home looking pale.
Upon his return, Alvin immediately sought out Angel.
“Sir, I’ve handed over the crystal ball containing the recorded footage to the inspector, and he said he would like to meet you after watching it.”
“Meet me?” Angel, engrossed in his research, initially wanted to refuse. However, considering Alvin might not have accurately described the situation and the fact that the White Shell Shipping Company had indeed helped him, transporting him across the Devil’s Sea and safely to the Feran Continent, Angel nodded: “Alright, then.”
As soon as Angel agreed, Alvin arranged for a carriage and accompanied him to the White Shell Shipping Company’s Moonset City branch.
On the way, Alvin whispered, “Sir, regarding the matter you asked me to investigate, due to the extensive time span involved, it may take some time to confirm.”
“Well, it’s fine if you can find it, and it’s no big deal if you can’t,” Angel replied indifferently.
By the time they reached the White Shell Shipping Company branch, the sky had darkened, and the evening glow tinted the pure white building with shades of crimson.
In a reception room, Angel had a private meeting with the company’s inspector.
The inspector was not the man they had seen at the harbor yesterday, but a bald, burly man named Bismarck.
“Sir Pat, nice to meet you for the first time.”
After exchanging brief pleasantries with Bismarck, the conversation quickly turned to the matter at hand.
“Sir Angel, I’ve heard that your illusion spells are extremely powerful. I cannot determine whether the images recorded in the crystal are your illusions or not, so I need your cooperation in the investigation,” Bismarck stated directly, revealing the purpose of inviting Angel. Although his tone maintained a certain degree of respect, there was a hint of aggression in his words.
Angel’s expression remained unchanged as he replied calmly, “Cooperate in the investigation? I wonder how you would like me to cooperate, Sir Bismarck?”
“The headquarters have already sent a representative to come over. They hope that Sir Angel can stay in Moonset City temporarily and have a direct conversation with the representative when they arrive,” Bismarck said, his eyes flashing with evident reverence when he mentioned the representative.
Bismarck and Angel were both third-level apprentices, and because of their similar ranks, their conversation was conducted with superficial respect. However, Bismarck’s attitude when talking about the representative was filled with awe, allowing Angel to surmise that this person was likely a full-fledged wizard.
“How long do you want me to stay, Sir Bismarck? A day or two, or a month or two?” Angel looked up, his gaze meeting Bismarck’s in mid-air.
“The representative has just set out, but it will certainly take less time than your journey across the Devil’s Sea. I estimate about three months,” Bismarck replied expressionlessly, as if he didn’t notice the chill in Angel’s words.
“Three months is too long. I have my own tasks and cannot stay on the Feran Continent for an extended period.”
“Please don’t put me in a difficult position,” Bismarck paused before his words turned sharp, “Or is it that you’re actually feeling guilty, and the images recorded in the crystal ball are all illusions you’ve created?”
Angel scoffed, “Are you really foolish or just pretending to be?”
“Can’t you find someone to authenticate the images in the crystal ball?” Energy fluctuations started to emanate from Angel’s body, “You may not know the truth-detection spells, but don’t the people of Sky Mechanical City know them?”
“Would I really tamper with the crystal ball to deceive you? Can’t you come up with a more plausible excuse?”
Bismarck’s expression darkened, “Sir Angel is correct. Indeed, we can rely on truth-detection spells to investigate, but I don’t know them. Why not wait for the representative to arrive and let them verify it personally?”
“Since I dared to bring it up, I certainly wouldn’t fake it,” Angel paused, “However, I think you probably understand that as well. But you still want me to stay, so I’m curious, why are you forcibly keeping me here?”
Bismarck remained silent.
Angel chuckled, “In fact, I don’t particularly want to pry into your intentions. However, since you won’t speak up, I won’t waste time playing this charade with you. You know the truth in your heart. I will take my leave.”
With that, Angel stood up and prepared to leave.
As Angel was about to walk away, Bismarck’s expression gradually turned icy, and his eyes flickered. Suddenly, he stretched out his hand, and two chains flashing with golden light shot towards Angel, intending to bind him.
Angel, who had been subtly gathering energy, instantly cast an ice wall to block the chains, then swiftly moved to the other side of the wall. Illusion nodes began to float from his fingertips.
Although Bismarck was also a third-level apprentice, he was in no way comparable to Roman. Roman had been roaming the Devil’s Sea for many years, and even though he was once aligned with the academic faction, he gradually shifted towards a more practical combat approach.
On the other hand, Bismarck was entirely of the academic faction, and without resistance, he was ensnared within the mist.
“In consideration of Sky Mechanical City, I initially didn’t want to strike first. However, since you attacked me first, I have a valid reason to kill you.”
Within the mist, Angel didn’t immediately take action, but simply sent Toby in to harass Bismarck. Nonetheless, his words conveyed a palpable intent to kill, which reached Bismarck’s ears.
The main reason Angel refrained from killing Bismarck outright was that he wanted to learn why Bismarck was so insistent on keeping him around.
As for the reason involving the crystal ball, even Bismarck himself seemed embarrassed, trying to concoct an explanation. Angel couldn’t possibly believe it.
Toby left several bloody marks on Bismarck, while Angel attempted to pry open Bismarck’s mouth using his nightmare spell.
Yet Bismarck remained silent, his cheeks pale and lips tightly sealed.
It wasn’t until Angel used his nightmare fear spell that Bismarck saw something terrifying, causing him to curl up in horror. Seizing this opportunity, Angel began interrogating Bismarck.
However, Bismarck was so frightened that his words were disjointed, and the information Angel extracted from him was ambiguous.
Nevertheless, Angel at least learned that Bismarck’s insistence on keeping him around likely wasn’t orchestrated by the Rat Ant Underground Society.
As for the reason, even though Bismarck’s explanation was unclear, he repeatedly emphasized two words: Roman and Leviathan.
Angel surmised that his detention was somehow related to the Leviathan.
Why Roman was mentioned was perhaps because Roman had some hidden information. But Roman was already dead, and any knowledge he possessed had been buried in the Devil’s Sea, so Angel couldn’t investigate further.
At this point, Angel lost interest in further questioning and casually cast an attack aimed at Bismarck’s forehead.
Although there might have been misunderstandings and deceptions, it was a fact that Bismarck had attacked him first, providing enough reason to kill him.
Just as the attack was about to hit Bismarck’s forehead, a powerful wave of force emanated from Bismarck’s body.
Angel, who had originally been walking away, stopped in his tracks and looked back with a puzzled expression.
“Who dares to attack my disciple!” A roar echoed, accompanied by a phantom appearing in front of Bismarck. The overwhelming power displayed the individual’s strength, undoubtedly that of a wizard-level existence!
Damn it! A mere apprentice has the mental imprint of a formal wizard?! Angel cursed inwardly. How did this fellow gain such favor from his mentor? It’s worth noting that even Sanders hadn’t reached the level of having a mental imprint left for him!
How unlucky! Although it was just a mental imprint, it could reach the real body.
Even if he let Bismarck go now, the other party must have already seen him.
This cliché of hitting the small one only to have the big one come, and then being stuck in a never-ending cycle, was too old!
Although Angel was complaining in his heart, he had no choice but to act as the arrow was already on the bowstring. He had to make a decision – to kill or not to kill Bismarck?
As Angel struggled inwardly, the phantom’s tone gradually lowered:
“Huh, what a familiar wave of illusion magic?”
Chapter 745 Arrival at Feran <TOC> Chapter 747 The Mad Bear Reappears