Chapter 865 The Shadow of Peace Tower <TOC> Chapter 867 Potions in Short Supply
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A cluster of figures clad in dark cloaks were gathered around, some standing, some sitting, and others leaning against the walls of the ruins. Each of them was situated near a metal cage.
These cages were covered in black cloth. Despite Angel’s inability to glimpse what lay beneath, his mind had already begun to formulate some conjectures.
As Angel cast his gaze over, the group clad in dark cloaks reciprocated the gesture. However, the majority simply shot him a cursory glance before returning their attention elsewhere, perceiving Angel as just another potential buyer inspecting the goods on display.
Not only were the cloaked figures present near the cages, but numerous potential buyers were also lifting the black cloth, evaluating and discussing their findings.
Amongst the crowd, however, one man who sat in the heart of the ruins drew attention. He suddenly removed his hood, revealing a peculiar face.
Judging by his appearance, his age was difficult to discern. His visage was entirely obscured by scales reminiscent of a lizard. His right eye, in contrast, bore a vertical pupil akin to that of a snake.
His name was Rosam, the deputy leader of this Ashen Time Merchant Group. To the uninitiated, his first impression might suggest that he belonged to a humanoid species. But, in reality, he was a member of the human race. His skin had been grafted with scales from the dragon lizard of the High Decay Plane, and his eyes were those of a Bloodstealer Demon Serpent. Beyond that, there were numerous modifications made all over his body, with only his brain and heart remaining human.
Such grafting was commonplace in the world of wizards. Among the countless races across the Multiverse, humans were far from the best. Many species naturally had stronger physical bodies than humans, and some could even reach wizard-level at birth. As adults, they could be on par with legends, like the Abyssal Demon Gods.
Thus, in the pursuit of greater power, it was quite common to graft superior organs from other species. However, such procedures were also incredibly expensive. Rosam’s various grafts had cost him at least six thousand magic crystals.
Nevertheless, the investment was worth it. Rosam’s rise to the second-in-command of the Ashen Time was largely due to his formidable physical strength post-grafting, which almost reached the half-step wizard level.
“Rosam, what are you looking at?” The one who spoke was a tall man leaning against a light-gold cage next to Rosam. He followed Rosam’s gaze, squinting slightly, “Oh, an impressive young man. His presence is worth examining. But compared to his strength, his appearance is quite remarkable. If we capture him and sell him to the Puppet Master, I bet we could make a fortune…”
It was common knowledge that Bogula had an unusual obsession with blond hair and blue eyes. The young man in question not only met Bogula’s peculiar preference, but his appearance was also impeccably perfect.
Their merchant group had previously conducted similar transactions with Bogula.
Rosam cast a deep glance at Angel before turning back to the man beside him. “Captain Piers, what if I told you that Bogula once had designs on him, but not only did he fail, he also ended up in a messy situation, would you still dare to consider him?”
With a raised eyebrow, Piers didn’t utter a word, silently awaiting Rosam’s explanation.
“Do you recall, Captain, the projection that caused quite a stir on the vast continent prior to our arrival in Rhodes?” Rosam queried.
Piers nodded in acknowledgement. Although he hadn’t personally witnessed the Vision, it didn’t mean he was ignorant of it. After all, it was an projection that had left half the world of alchemy in awe.
“Are you implying that he has a connection with that projection?” Piers asked with a hint of curiosity.
“Not just connected, if my memory serves me correctly, this gentleman here should be the protagonist of that Vision.” Rosam paused for a moment, and a name slipped from his lips.
Upon hearing this, Piers fell silent for a long while before finally erupting into laughter, “It seems our luck is quite fortuitous.”
Piers’ gaze was ablaze as he looked at Angel. If what Rosam said was true, even the slightest association with this man could be immensely beneficial to their entire Ashen Time Merchant Group. Even the most rudimentary alchemical items from his hands could bring boundless advantages. After all, he was widely regarded as a future Grandmaster of Alchemy.
Subsequently, he leaned towards Rosam, whispering a few words in his ear.
Meanwhile, Angel’s attention was drawn to the burly man standing behind him. Perhaps the burly man felt he had Angel under his control, his initial pretense of indifference had faded, and he now stood just a couple of meters behind Angel, his eyes brimming with malevolence.
To an outsider, the burly man could be mistaken for Angel’s bodyguard. However, to those familiar with the Tower of Sin, it was as if a death sentence had been passed on Angel. The onlooking buyers, who had been inspecting goods, were now looking at Angel with a mixture of pity and sympathy.
“I hope you’re more sensible than the previous apprentice. If I’m in a good mood, I might let you leave the Tower of Sin alive.” The burly man’s threat rang in Angel’s ears, accompanied by a chilling laugh.
Angel glanced back at him, a faint smile playing on his lips, then strode towards the ruins.
The burly man noticed Angel’s unusual reaction. That smile seemed to carry no intimidation, but on reflection, it appeared eerily… unsettling. However, the burly man quickly dismissed these nagging doubts. He was far more confident in his own strength than bothered by these unexplained trivialities.
Upon reaching the ruins, Angel was greeted by someone.
“Honored guest, I am Rosam, the vice captain of the Ashen Time Merchant Group. How may I assist you?” Without his hood, Rosam greeted Angel with a broad smile plastered across his face.
This scene drew puzzled looks from the other buyers in the vicinity. Those capable of purchasing goods here were naturally familiar with the members of the Ashen Time Merchant Group. The members of the merchant group never adhered to the concept of “service”. Their attitude was one of indifference: take it or leave it. Especially when it came to the two leading figures in the merchant group, if you weren’t buying their core products, you wouldn’t even be deemed worthy of conversation, let alone be treated with such deference.
Not only the surrounding buyers but even the other members of the merchant group turned their curious gazes, secretly speculating about the identity of Angel.
Angel did not respond immediately but looked up at the sky. After a peculiar hoot, an owl descended from above, landing on the ruins of a high wall nearby.
“Sir Rosam, I’m not here to purchase anything,” Angel stated, extending his hand. Blaire promptly retrieved a grey card from her feathers, gingerly placing it into Angel’s palm.
“I’m here to collect something,” Angel handed the grey card to Rosam.
Upon receiving the card, Rosam glanced at Blaire, seemingly recognizing her, a newfound reverence shining in his eyes.
“Esteemed guest, are you here to claim Lady Silai’s goods?”
“That’s right,” Blaire, who had maintained a haughty demeanor since her arrival, answered, “Indeed, my master, Lady Silai.”
“Lady Silai’s goods are personally guarded by our leader. Please, follow me,” Rosam lowered his head, his tone filled with humility.
Lady Silai? The name struck a chord with Angel, as if he had heard it somewhere before. However, he did not dwell on it, instead falling into step behind Rosam.
At this point, the burly man hesitated slightly. Although unfamiliar with Rosam, he could clearly perceive his formidable capabilities. A third-level apprentice at the very least, with numerous implanted organs of exotic species… Witnessing Rosam treating Angel, his “big fish,” with such respect, he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d bitten off more than he could chew.
As the burly man wavered, Angel, having taken a few steps, paused and turned, his gaze settling firmly on the hulking figure.
Under Angel’s piercing stare, the burly man’s mind began to spin, and amidst the dizziness, he found himself unwittingly falling in step with Angel.
By the time he realized the truth, he found himself standing in the heart of the ruins.
In this desolate landscape, only four figures punctuated the silence: Rosam, Piers, Angel, and himself.
A sense of dread began to seep into the burly man’s bones, triggered by the eerie event he had just witnessed. He felt as if he had provoked an untouchable entity. Despite his firm decision to leave, an inscrutable force seemed to be fueling the chaos, and by the time he came to his senses, it was already too late.
What solidified his suspicion of a potential catastrophe was the sight of the man who introduced himself as Piers, the leader of the merchant caravan.
In his eyes, this man named Piers had an almost godlike strength. Both he and Piers were of the bloodline side, and the overpowering aura of blood energy that Piers unconsciously exuded was enough to make his legs wobble. But the “big fish” in front of him remained unperturbed and even carried on a casual conversation with Piers. What was even more terrifying was that, although Piers seemed to be communicating on equal terms with the “big fish”, the burly man could sense a trace of subtle respect in his words.
At this point, the other buyers who were inspecting the goods also noticed this anomaly.
Although they didn’t recognize Angel, they knew the identity of the burly man.
As his legs started to give way, the burly man heard a soft whisper carried on the wind: “It seems that Shark Disciple has kicked an iron plate this time…”
“Shark Disciple” was the burly man’s alias in the Tower of Sin.
Chapter 865 The Shadow of Peace Tower <TOC> Chapter 867 Potions in Short Supply