Fafnir glared at him coldly. "What right do you have to ask me to answer you?"
Fafnir's words were exactly the same as what he said before he fainted. However, he noticed that Fafnir's tone was much more relaxed than before despite the fact that he was still talking about the same thing.
Maybe it wasn't completely off the table.
"Honorable Lady Fafnir, may I know what I need to do to get you to answer my question?" Angor asked politely.
Fafnir was satisfied with Angor's attitude. She finally stopped calling Fafnir "lowly" and "stupid".
"It's not that I can't tell you, but I need you to do something for me." When Fafnir said this, there was a trace of undetectable dimness in his eyes.
"What is it?" Angor looked at Fafnir cautiously. If Fafnir couldn't do it, he couldn't do it either.
Fafnir saw through Angor's thoughts and sneered. "I'll take you to a place. You only need to deliver a message."
Deliver a message? It didn't sound like a difficult task, but considering Fafner's level of connections, he reckoned that he was also a major figure. Fafnir didn't want to go herself, but asked someone to deliver the message for her. There must be a reason why she didn't want to, couldn't, or didn't dare to go.
It was either dangerous, restricted, or rejected. These were probably the reasons why Fafnir needed someone to deliver the message for her.
And these three general conceptual reasons, generally speaking, all contained a certain sense of danger.
Angor quickly thought about it. He wanted to ask for more details, but he didn't want to offend Fafnir, so he changed his question. "If it's just a message, it shouldn't be dangerous, right?"
"Everything in this world is dangerous." Fafnir sneered. "Traveling can lead to demons, resting can lead to disasters, eating can lead to bad luck. These are all dangers. Also, for a lowly human to be sitting in front of me, there is a considerable danger to his life. "
Fafnir's words were a blatant threat.
Not only did she not kill Angor, she even gave him a chance. She was already being merciful to him. She did not expect him to be so bold as to hesitate.
Seeing Fafnir's dangerous expression, Angor finally realized that the woman in front of him was no ordinary person. Her aura alone could kill him a thousand times over!
With that in mind, he quickly put on a smile and changed the topic. "Of course. What do you need me to tell you, sir?"
"Don't think I'm threatening you. If you want to get rid of its bad luck, you'll have to see Oderklas first." Fafnir didn't tell Angor what he was talking about. "Don't think I'm threatening you. If you want to get rid of its bad luck, you'll have to see Oderklas first.
Oldklass? It was a name he didn't recognize. It must be Fafnir's messenger.
"There are actually many ways to get rid of the Pilgrim of Misfortune's misfortune. For example, the true body of the Pilgrim of Misfortune could help you remove the curse, but would you dare to look for it? Or something beyond the limit, such as a demon god, could do the same. Would you dare to look for them? "
Fafnir didn't answer any of these questions, let alone Angor.
"Therefore, there are only a few ways for you to truly make the calamity disappear. The simplest one is to find a safe place and let time wear it down. "
Time could erase all misfortune, but there was no safe place in the Abyss.
It was impossible to return to the wizarding world from the Abyss Plane. Sunders had used two Section Ephemera in a row to leave the Abyss Plane, but both failed. It was hard to tell whether he was still alive or not.
Once someone was shrouded in misfortune, it would be very dangerous to enter the portal.
Obviously, this method wasn't suitable.
"In the end, the aura left by the Pilgrim of Misfortune is also a curse in disguise. However, there are some things that are related to the fluctuation rate in it. "
Fafnir briefly explained the meaning of fluctuation. In the wizarding world, it meant that a large area of positive variables collapsed, while negative variables gathered and grew. This was something related to Occult divination.
"It's a curse, but it can't be removed with normal methods. I know a branch of humans who can do it. It's the one on the other side of the Phase Plane, called Wizard Calamity. " Fafnir paused for a moment. The red light of the bonfire was reflected in her eyes. She seemed to see some memories from many years ago through the raging flames.
Wizard Calamity. Angor's eyes widened a little. He remembered seeing this name somewhere before.
"There's a special kind of wizard in the Western Continent called Calamity. I think it's an ancient school of Curse Wizards. However, we don't have any knowledge about it in the southern region. Only the Western Continent has some records about it. Unless you're protected by the faith of divination, you can't face them directly. They're like shadows, everywhere around you, and you can never see where they're coming from. " — Fein Werder, Space Travel
Angor frowned when he recalled this part of the record.
The wizarding world was huge. It was divided into four realms. The southern region was one of the four realms, and so was the Western Continent. Even though both realms belonged to the wizarding world, there was an immeasurable distance between them.
There was an uncrossable space gap between the two realms, which was separated by countless worlds.
As such, it was not an easy task for the adepts of the southern region to reach the Western Continent.
However, what did Fafnir mean by the "face of a phase"? Judging from her tone, there was still Adept Calamity on the other side of the Phase Face?
Fafnir gave him a mocking look. "Such a stupid question. As expected of a human from Barren Face."
Face of Barrenness, another unfamiliar term.
Although Fafnir was being sarcastic, she didn't refuse to answer. Instead, she slowly told him some of the things she knew.
Angor's eyes glowed as he listened to Fafnir's explanation.
The Phase Face and Barren Face actually had a relationship of containing and being contained. The Phase Plane was a huge collection, and the Phase Plane was included in it.
The Abyss was a high-magic world. It was as vast as the wizarding world.
The wizarding world was divided into four realms, while the Abyss was divided into seven Phase Planes. The area they were in now was the Barren Face.
The Southern Region Sorcerer World was the closest to the Barren Face of the Abyss. Therefore, when they entered the Abyss, they would usually come to the Barren Face.
Wizard Calamity, as Fafnir mentioned, would occasionally appear in another Phase Plane, which was called the Phase Plane of Avarice.
If that was the case, the Phase Plane of Avarice should be closer to the Western Continent.
Apart from these two Phase Planes, there were several other Phase Planes. Angor guessed that the Eastern Region and the Northern Region had similar Abyss Planes as well.
Angor's eyes shone with excitement.
This was the first time he heard of such a secret. Before coming to the Abyss, he did a lot of research on the Abyss, but he didn't find anything about the Seven Phase Planes. Even Sunders never mentioned them.
Either the others didn't know about it, or the people who knew kept their mouths shut.
"Is the other side of the Phase Plane far away?" Angor couldn't wait to ask.
It wasn't easy to travel to the other three realms in the wizarding world. The southern region's path to the Origin World was already cut off, but the other three realms were still open. If he wanted to go to the Origin World, he would have to go to the other three realms.
If he could use the Abyss as a relay station to reach the Phase Plane of Avarice, then use the Phase Plane of Avarice to reach the Western Continent, he would be much closer to the Origin World.
Fafnir didn't seem to understand why Angor was so excited. "It's not far. You just need to go through the Phase Gate to reach the other Phase Planes."
Fafnir paused for a moment. "But the weakest guardians of the Phase Gate are demon lords. Are you sure you want to go?"
A Demon Lord was an existence that even Sir Monchi didn't dare to face. There were even some Fiend Lords whose strength was in no way inferior to ordinary Fiendcelestials.
Manjimoni, who was sleeping in the Fringe Forest, was a demon lord who fell from his throne. At that time, all of the truth-finder wizards in the Overwatch Bastion were mobilized, but none of them were able to cause any harm to him. Manjimone was not a true demon lord, so it was easy to see that.
Angor quietly cleared his mind. He would worry about the future later. Besides, he might not have the chance to go to the Origin World.
Fafnir didn't understand Angor's mood. "Since Wizard Calamity still can't take this path, there's only one way left for you to remove the curse."
"Go find Oderklas."
Fafnir talked about a lot of useless things, but in the end, she still went back to Oderklas.
When talking about Oderklas, Fafnir's voice was no longer as cold as before. Angor could tell that there were more complicated emotions in it.
"Oderklas and I are of the same race. We used to be close, but we didn't see each other for many years because of some unimportant matters." Fafnir paused. "He's a master of curses and once touched disaster. If you go find him, he might be able to remove the curse from his body."
Fafnir's words were simple, but Angor could tell that there were a lot of emotions in them.
Oderklas and Fafnir were of the same race, which meant that the demon was also an Abyss Dragon, which meant that he could easily kill Angor.
Angor didn't think that such an Abyss Dragon would be so kind as to welcome him. Angor didn't even need to see the Abyss Dragon before he was killed by a single breath.
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