Chapter 830 The Owl Watcher <TOC> Chapter 832 Siblings
Translator: SumTLMan
Who are you?
To the others present, this was a simple inquiry. But to Angel, this question was accompanied by an overwhelming sense of oppression.
It was akin to a crescent moon breaking through the clouds, piercing the barriers of space and time, and pointing its sharp edge directly at Angel’s forehead.
As if in the next second, it could penetrate his skull and shatter his brain.
Angel had never before experienced this kind of strange and intense pressure.
Because it didn’t oppress the mind, nor the soul, but Angel’s physical body.
“Bloodline…” A bead of sweat slid down Angel’s temple as he slowly uttered a word: “Wizard.”
This kind of pressure could not have originated from a wizard’s apprentice. The sensation of being surrounded by the cold edge of a blade was undoubtedly from a fully-fledged Bloodline Wizard!
Why would a full-fledged wizard appear in the barren Old Land Continent? Why specifically at the Pat Manor? What is special about the Pat Manor? A flurry of questions flashed through Angel’s mind.
An answer started to form in his heart.
“Answer my question, who sent you?” The owl’s indifferent gaze remained unchanged.
Under this further oppression, Angel was staggering. If it weren’t for the mana maid beside him giving him support, he would have probably collapsed on the spot.
Angel looked up at the owl, gasping heavily: “I want to ask, who are you?”
“Faced with a wizard stronger than you, you only have the right to answer or not to answer. Since you chose not to answer, there’s no need for me to continue asking.” The arrogant and indifferent voice echoed in Angel’s ears.
As these words fell, countless golden feathers materialized out of thin air, glinting with a cold light, all pointed at Angel.
Under the immense pressure, Angel was unable to move at all. If the golden feathers were to fall, his fate would be obvious.
But at this critical moment, Angel suddenly lifted his head towards the owl, mouthing a few silent words. While the owl was still puzzled, Angel’s figure suddenly disappeared.
“Huh? Is this… the lines of Law?!” The originally indifferent voice now contained a trace of emotion.
At the same time, a shadow suddenly flashed behind the owl. Backlit, no one could clearly see his features. Only his cloak, rustling in the wind, fluttered with a striking red.
Just moments ago, Angel chose to silently chant the Mysterious Soul Whisper. The overwhelming pressure, which targeted only the physical form, vanished the moment his soul slipped from his body. He used his understanding of gravity lines to entrust his body to Toby, then, in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind the owl.
The gravity lines, foggy grey in color, pressed down harshly on the owl.
The owl’s physical form wasn’t powerful, so when the pressure of the gravity lines set in, it instantly lost its ability to fly and crashed heavily onto the ground.
However, before Angel could relax, a cold voice once again reached his ears, “Interesting, an apprentice who has grasped the gravity lines. Are you from Gravity Forest?”
Before Angel could reply, an enormous force rose from behind him.
In an instant, Angel swiftly dodged, leaving trails of grey mist, eventually drifting above the wheat field.
Simultaneously, in his previous location, a woman with an enchanting figure appeared, dressed in a black and red patterned sarong. Her face wasn’t clear, but the unstoppable aura she emitted was unforgettable to Angel.
She was the bloodline side-witch who had exerted that intense pressure on him!
With a slight lift of her hand, the owl that had fallen to the ground flapped its wings, its head spinning. It chirped once and flew to the woman’s hand.
Once on her hand, the owl let out a pitiful cry. With great care, it placed a pile of broken glass on her palm.
“You’ve even broken Blaire’s glasses…” The woman stroked the owl’s head, comforting it softly, “It’s alright. When Red returns from the Fertile Continent, I’ll ask him to bring another pair for you. As for the one who shattered your glasses, I’ll…kill him for you.”
The owl nodded pathetically.
Once the woman finished talking to the owl, she slowly raised her head to look at Angel, “Judging by your age, you must be a seed apprentice from Gravity Forest. Such a tender age, such splendid talent. But unfortunately, today, you’re destined to die.”
With a casual air, she spoke and slowly lifted her jade-like finger, pointing in Angel’s direction.
The overwhelming pressure of the bloodline surged again, this time accompanied by a beam of blood-red light.
The formidable power was about to fall on Angel, but with a simple sidestep, he appeared a hundred meters away, effortlessly evading the attack.
The beam of blood-red light finally fell on a distant hill, instantly flattening the peak. The power was so potent it made Angel’s pupils contract.
“Oh, the pressure on you is useless?” The woman looked at Angel, her eyes slightly squinting. After a long pause, she said, “So, you are in a soul form, have you used the Soul Binding spell? The solidity of this soul is quite strong. Are you a soul user?”
Before Angel could respond, the woman continued, “Even if you’re a soul wizard, let’s first deal with your physical body. Where is your body? Let me see…”
A spell of detection radiated from the woman, and quickly, a smile spread across her face, “Found it.”
At the same time, a beam of red light shot towards a tall tree on the other side of the wheat field. Angel’s body was up in that tree.
She thought she had secured a decisive blow, but ultimately, she failed.
“Gravity lines again?” The woman’s expression suddenly faltered. The tree she had attacked was now entirely reduced to ashes, but the body that had been hidden in the tree was gone, leaving only the residual waves of the gravity lines.
Following the remnants of the gravity lines, the woman turned her gaze back to Angel. By now, Angel’s soul had returned to his body, and a seemingly inconspicuous grey bird fluttered around him.
“A bird has grasped the concept of gravity lines?” Instead of continuing her attack, the woman scrutinized Angel meticulously. Judging by the bird’s behavior, it should be his magical pet, but the odds of both a person and his pet possessing gravity lines were minimal, and she had no memory of such an individual.
Yet, such an example was vividly presented before her, which made her doubt if she had seen wrongly.
If she hadn’t, it meant that the young man opposite her was definitely not from Gravity Forest. Given the Wizard Garden in Gravity Forest, just cultivating one person who understood the law lines was already a stretch.
Could it be that during her years on the Old Land Continent, a new Gravity Garden had emerged?
“You’re not from Gravity Forest.” This was a statement, not a question, from the woman. “Who exactly are you?”
In fact, there was a moment when Angel wanted to retreat and escape. The reason he stayed was that he felt something was wrong with the woman’s mental power.
From the beginning to the end, she had not used her mental power to perceive her surroundings. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have discovered Angel’s soul had left his body only after her attack, nor would she have overlooked Angel’s body.
Moreover, when the woman was examining his body previously, she didn’t use her mental power either, but a detection spell, the fluctuations of which he could clearly feel.
Because she couldn’t mobilize her mental power, she had been using her vigorous vitality to oppress Angel’s body from the beginning, instead of using her aura to restrict Angel’s actions.
If she couldn’t utilize her aura, Angel was confident that he could retreat calmly.
“Still unwilling to answer?” The woman’s face was filled with regret, and her eyes were filled with a killing intent, “Then there’s no other way…”
“Mentor Eureka! Don’t!” A shout, accompanied by the sound of galloping hooves, came rushing from the distance.
The voice was filled with obvious urgency.
The woman suspended in mid-air momentarily checked her intent to kill, turning to look back.
Angel, hearing this voice, shuddered, his eyes filled with reminiscence.
A man clad in knight’s armor was approaching on horseback from a distant path. With a flick of his whip, the horse neighed, lifting its front hooves, churning up a cloud of anxious dust.
The man dismounted, removed his helmet, and knelt halfway to the ground: “Lady Eureka, I implore you to stop.”
Angel silently regarded the face filled with masculine determination, sighing slightly within.
The reasons he had chosen not to execute a “strategic retreat” were not only to test whether the woman had issues with her mental strength, but also due to his worry for Mentor Jon, and… the man before him.
“Leon, I ordered you to stay in the ice chamber to record data, why have you come here?” Eureka asked coldly.
“Lady Eureka, I will accept my punishment later, but I beg you to spare him.” Leon looked towards Angel on the other side, his eyes filled with the fervor of a long-awaited reunion, yet he did not dare to express it too openly in Eureka’s presence.
“Do you know him?” Eureka inquired.
“As I’ve mentioned before, he is my younger brother, Angel!”
“Angel… so it’s him? The one who went to the White Coral Floating Island Academy?”
Seeing Leon nod, Eureka furrowed her brows.
Something seemed amiss. White Coral Floating Island Academy was not much different from Gravity Forest, neither was a large wizard organization. How could they cultivate someone who had grasped the gravity lines? And just one man and a bird at that?
Most importantly, Eureka remembered Leon saying that his brother had left four years ago.
However, the young man before her was already a third-level apprentice, and he had broken through two barriers of high-level apprenticeship. Even if the White Coral Floating Island Academy had exhausted all its resources in cultivating Angel, it wouldn’t have been possible for him to achieve this level in just four years, right?
“So you’re Leon’s brother, Angel?” Eureka fixed her gaze on Angel.
Angel shifted his gaze from Leon and looked at Eureka, “Yes, Lady of the Tainted Blood Shadow Dagger?”
Hearing her own moniker, Eureka’s expression didn’t change, she merely gazed deeply at Angel, “Are you from the White Coral Floating Island Academy?”
“No, I come from the Savage Grottoes.”