Chapter 815 The Little Game <TOC> Chapter 817 Mysterious Fluctuations
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By the time they arrived at Saint Seim City, it was already deep into the night.
The city of Saint Seim shares a cultural lineage with the town of Borel, exuding an artistic ambiance at every turn. On the Saintine River flowing through the city, people can be seen singing in their boats, some even declaiming poetry under the starlit sky to passersby on both banks.
What Angel initially thought would be a scene of embarrassment was made to seem unpretentious, even natural, due to the inherent artistic style of Saint Seim City. It didn’t feel awkward in the slightest.
All of the residents seemed to bask in the cultural atmosphere, their very souls soaking up the ambience. Even the merchants and peddlers were dressed in a manner that radiated a profound sense of artistry.
In contrast, Angel and Freud seemed out of place upon their arrival.
Freud was dressed immaculately, in a manner typical of Saint Seim aristocracy. But Angel, with his slovenly and rebellious appearance, would likely have been mistaken for a vagrant and chased out of town by the city guards if not for his quality clothes and Freud’s presence as a reference.
“Lord Pat, why have you chosen to alter your appearance and attire in such a manner?” Freud inquired curiously. If Angel had shown his true face, the gazes of others might have shifted from disdain to admiration.
“It’s simply to avoid some trouble,” Angel paused before adding, “Moreover, why should we care about the opinions of others?”
Freud didn’t press for details about the “trouble”, instead, he silently followed Angel towards the palace district.
As they strolled along, the melodic recitations of wandering poets could be heard intermittently. From nearby taverns, the dulcet sounds of instrumental music wafted through open doors. Angel even saw artists at the riverbank, their canvases filled with depictions of the starry sky, the flowing river, and beautiful women.
“This city of arts and letters,” Angel mused, “I now understand why apprentice wizards are drawn here.” Putting aside his status as a wizard, Angel himself harbored a certain yearning for such a life of artistry. Just as many wizards look down upon ordinary people, yet hold a deep respect for masters of the arts amongst them. Because, to some extent, art transcends social class and cultural differences.
“Saint Seim City is known as the ‘Radiant City of Culture’,” Freud said with a hint of pride about his homeland. “There’s a rumor that the legendary wizard Magic Painter once resided in the Central Empire for a time.”
“Oh?” Angel expressed interest, “The wizard who could link a plane to the three-dimensional world?”
Freud nodded, “Yes, but it’s only a rumor.”
“Even rumors usually have a basis in truth,” Angel said with curiosity. “Did this wizard titled Magic Painter leave any of his works here?”
If there were indeed legacy paintings, Angel was extremely intrigued.
“I’m unsure, but it’s possible. Rumors about Magic Painter came from my time in the Hurricane Tower, as told by Eniya,” Freud’s eyes sparked with realization. “Eniya is actually from the Silver Heron Royal Family, a princess from a hundred years ago. After entering the Hurricane Tower, she apprenticed herself under the White Spell Witch who favored her greatly. Unfortunately, she never advanced. When her internal energy was depleted, she reluctantly returned to the Central Empire. If nothing unexpected happened, Eniya is probably still in the Royal Wizard Order.”
As Freud reminisced, Angel’s memory seemed to unlock.
The Silver Heron Royal Family? He seemed to recall, when he first heard about the wizard world, traveling to the Feran Continent with Morrow on Bohemia. On the ship, there was a rather effeminate noble, the third in line for the Silver Heron succession, Dev. Silver Heron.
However, Dev was eventually killed on the Bohemia by his former house servant, Isley. Isley was the first person on the Bohemia to become an apprentice. His mental power level was as high as 23 points, and he swiftly mastered the Light and Shadow spell, avenging himself by killing Dev.
At the time, Mrs. Merlin, a third level apprentice from the Hurricane Tower who was overseeing the Bohemia, not only did not blame Isley, but promoted him. As for Dev, his life was wasted in vain.
But as far as Angel knew, Dev wasn’t a good person either. Isley killed him out of revenge.
“Do you know Isley?” Angel asked curiously.
“Isley? Seems like a genius apprentice who joined the Hurricane Tower a few years ago, highly regarded by the wizards. Could it be, Lord Pat, that you also know him?” Freud questioned.
“I don’t, but when I was still a mortal, we took the same ship to the Feran Continent.”
Freud was taken aback at first, then shook his head with a bitter smile. He knew well that Isley had only been in the Wizarding World for just over three years, and Angel entered at the same time as him. Thinking back to their time in the Purification Sea, when he, as a wizard apprentice of nearly twenty years, couldn’t even beat Angel… It was just too pathetic.
Nowadays, Angel’s strength has increased even more. Presumably, all the other people who were on the same ship, including Mrs. Merlin, who was on the ship at the time, probably can’t compare to him, right?
Is this the gap between people? Freud thought sorrowfully.
“This Eniya you mentioned, could she be the one who previously raided your old home and took the Dream Conch?” Angel inquired.
“Given Eniya’s status, if she’s still alive, she would definitely still be leading the Royal Wizard Order. It might very well have been her,” Freud frowned. “If she’s alive, she should be a peak third level apprentice. Can you handle her now, Lord? If not, we should consider other options…”
“There’s no need.” Angel didn’t want to waste time. As long as there were no official wizards, Toby the bird alone could crush them.
Freud ceased further discussion, instead nodding in silent agreement.
Upon reaching the vicinity of the palace, Angel made no attempt to conceal his presence, directly flying into the sprawling domain of the Silver Heron Palace.
Once inside the palace, Angel retrieved a glass vial from his bracelet, which contained a single diluted drop of blood – the very same blood that had previously trapped Sunny within a blood formation.
With the appraisal of the Eye of Nalda, Angel confirmed that this blood belonged to a humanoid species, likely something akin to a treant. The blood contained a plethora of intricate, peculiar curse, along with an overwhelming vitality.
While souls may not fear the light, they are nonetheless somewhat restrained by potent life forces. Moreover, the vitality within this blood was laced with complex curse. Had Sunny remained in the blood formation for much longer, these convoluted curses could have potentially led to her downfall.
Angel had produced this drop of blood with the intention of locating the individual who had ventured to the orphanage.
Upon opening the glass vial, a strange energy diffused outwards.
Angel patted Toby, who was squatting absentmindedly on his shoulder, “Toby, give this blood a sniff. Can you tell who its owner is?”
In response, Toby rolled his eyes at Angel and swatted a claw at him.
Staggering slightly, Angel rubbed his reddening face, his expression nonchalant. Of course, he knew Toby wouldn’t comply, but given the boredom of waiting, teasing Toby was a good way to kill time.
That’s right, Angel had no intention of seeking anyone out. The energy of the blood hadn’t completely dissipated, and if the owner was still within the Silver Heron Royal Family, they would undoubtedly sense its aura. When they came to investigate, he could simply capture and interrogate them.
As time trickled by, Angel sat in a small courtyard. He even found a lounge chair to recline in, munching on a piece of magic meat as he awaited any developments.
Ten minutes later, Angel suddenly lifted his head and gazed at the deserted courtyard. “Come out,” he murmured, “Your aura is so strong. How do you expect to hide without any attempt to conceal it?”
There was no response.
Sighing, Angel lightly tapped the table with a finger, creating a ripple of sound magic that spread out in all directions.
Every creature within the range of the ripple felt as though their ears were ringing.
When the ringing subsided slightly, the small courtyard was filled with dozens of armored knights. Among them, one clad in golden armor was staring at the glass vial beside Angel through his helmet…
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Let’s rewind to an hour ago.
After Angel departed from the orphanage, Jiebo followed the aura and arrived in its vicinity. Of course, he perceived Angel flying towards Saint Seim City with a soul, but he wasn’t in a rush to pursue, instead leisurely exploring the orphanage where Angel had deliberately rushed to and spent a significant amount of time.
Jiebo stood at the entrance of the orphanage, noticing that the interior was shrouded in mist, evidently filled with traces of illusion spells.
“What was Angel doing setting up an illusory realm here?” Jiebo mused to no avail, then looked up at the nameplate of the orphanage: “Dream Orphanage? What an odd name.”
After some thought, Jiebo decided to venture into the orphanage.
What was Angel doing during his stay here? When he left, why was there suddenly an extra soul?
As Jiebo lifted his foot, preparing to find a weak point in the illusion and step into it, he began to hear strange, enchanting sounds emanating from within the illusion. There was the laughter of children, the noise of adults, and he even thought he heard the roar of a magical beast?
“Curiosity grows, what exactly did Angel do inside?” Jiebo’s eyes slightly squinted, and he directly integrated into the illusory realm.
As soon as he entered the illusion, before Jiebo could react, an eerie, cold laughter echoed in his ears. It was as if someone was whispering right next to his ear, he could even feel the movement of the air.
Jiebo furrowed his brows, retreating several steps before realizing that there was no one around him.
Just when Jiebo thought he had overreacted, another peculiar sound came from a pitch-black tree beside him.
He looked up, a terrifying face with green skin and tusks instantly appearing close to his face, less than a finger’s breadth away.
Because Jiebo had not used his mental powers to scout ahead, the sudden face-to-face encounter startled him.
By the time he recovered, the green-faced figure had already vanished.
At the same time, a gust of wind sounded behind him.
With a casual flick, the green-faced figure who had been sneaking up on him with a blood blade turned into a mist and disappeared forever from the world.
After sensing for a moment, Jiebo raised his eyebrows and remarked, “An illusion spell? Moreover, this type of illusion is quite unique, almost indistinguishable from reality. Is it derived from Phantom Master’s legacy?”
Jiebo didn’t immediately understand the purpose of Angel setting up this illusion, was he intending to turn this orphanage into a haunted house?
Jiebo pondered for a moment, then concealed his presence, flew into the sky with the wind, and observed the goings-on within the illusion.
Once he ascended, Jiebo was presented with a scene that seemed straight out of a play.
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