The only response he got was a cold glare from Fafnir.
At the same time, a gust of wind was blowing at his cheeks.
Angor sighed in his mind. It wasn't like he couldn't follow Fafnir. In fact, he hoped that Fafnir would come with him. After all, Fafnir's strength was obvious. With Fafnir's strength, no one would dare to provoke them.
But Fafnir didn't seem to want to go with him. She only followed him from afar. Even when Angor was in danger, she would only watch from afar.
Angor didn't know what Fafnir was trying to do.
Did she want to see how an ant would survive in the Abyss? Or was she trying to write a diary of human observation?
Angor couldn't find an answer no matter how hard he tried. Angor shook his head and kept walking. She wouldn't kill him anyway, would she?
Fafnir hesitated for a moment before following Angor toward the door.
Fafnir followed Angor because she wanted to know why Oderklas would give such a dangerous mission to a human apprentice. Oderklas even gave Angor a fire mark.
Moreover, Fafna was very clear that if she wanted to see Oderklas, he would definitely not be willing to see her. But if Angor could complete the mission and earn Oderklas' friendship, would Oderklas be willing to see her?
Because of this, Fafnir decided to go with Angor.
Besides, she didn't have anything urgent to do right now.
Inside a valley filled with clouds and mist, Angor stood in front of a 20-meter-tall door.
The dark door, which was hidden in the clouds, approached him with a mysterious and magnificent aura.
This was the second time he came to this door. He still felt amazed when he saw the carvings of all kinds of strange monsters on the door. When he saw the carvings of an Abyss Dragon, he sneaked a glance at Fafnir. The carvings were different in color, but they looked very similar to Fafnir's real form.
Fafnir didn't feel anything. She only looked at the single eye on top of the door, which was surrounded by black mist.
Through this eye, she seemed to be able to see a Demon God in an ancient time and space, raising its huge head and quietly looking at her.
"Another old bastard." Fafnir cursed inwardly.
However, he soon realized that he had overestimated himself. He could not push the door open.
The Cross-Level Door had a setting. If you wanted to open the door, you had to at least have the strength to enter the door. The door was connected to the third level of the Abyss Plane. Going there would be suicide, so he couldn't open the door.
After standing awkwardly in front of the closed door for several minutes, he slowly walked back to Fafnir.
Fafnir snickered. There was another way to reach the third layer of the Abyss, which was the same way she took Angor to Ice Valley.
He didn't expect Angor to use this gate to get to Level 3.
He deserved it.
"Mister Fafnir, may I ask if you can do this lowly human a small favor?" Angor walked to Fafnir with an awkward smile.
Fafnir only stared at Angor with a mocking look.
They didn't know what to say.
When Angor thought Fafnir wouldn't help him, Fafnir suddenly approached him. Fafnir reached out a hand and gave the door a push.
The locked door was pushed open.
"Put away that disgusting look, human. I'm not helping you. I'm going to Level 3 as well." Fafnir looked back at Angor and snorted.
Fafnir's sharp tongue wasn't new to her. Ever since she met Fafnir, she never lost her sense of superiority. Angor did not mind the disdain in her tone at all. She could scold him, and he would thank her on his own.
Before the door was closed, Angor quickly dashed toward it.
Behind the door was a vast snowfield in Level 3.
Angor still remembered Sennefer's route. She was heading toward Winter Palace of Nilting. As expected, Fafnir followed him.
When he passed by the Winter Palace of Nierting, he did not enter it. Instead, he chose a direction and continued to fly forward.
He planned to go to Silent Coast.
According to Oderklas, he needed to find the Fire Stone. Oderklas also showed him a way to find a certain half-blood demon in Rasudran.
Although it seemed like there was only one path for him at the moment, it didn't mean that he had to follow it.
He was going to find Balalaika at the Resting Ground.
He remembered that Balalaika was a merchant. Maybe he could find something useful there.
Fafnir followed behind Angor. At first, she was wondering which route Angor should take to reach Demon City. But as Angor went further, she began to frown.
Fafnir was also puzzled by Angor's choice. If they kept going, they would reach the Silent Dead Sea.
What was he going to do there? Was he going to ask the Pilgrim of Misfortune to help his bird?
Fafnir didn't know what to do until Angor stopped in front of a stone tablet.
There was an inscription on the tablet: Undying Brigade, Resting Ground.
Angor felt a little nervous when he saw the tablet. He knew Balalaika was a merchant, but he also knew that Balalaika hated humans.
He didn't know if he could leave the Resting Ground safely.
And without the Sand of Resurrection, he wasn't sure if Balalaika would agree to his deal.
He had to try.
Angor took a deep breath and stepped over the tablet.
Night and day changed in an instant. The gloomy day in the outside world seemed to have been blown away by the wind, turning into a dark and silent night.
When he saw Darkness again, the change in his mind was completely different from the last time he saw her.
Sunders once said that the sea in this world wasn't the sea of this world, and the night here wasn't the night of this world. They were both frozen in time on the last night before the fall of the gods.
Angor looked up at the sky. There were no stars or clouds.
It was just an ordinary night, but because it was the longest night in the old world, it carried the weight of history.
He heard footsteps coming from beside him. It was Fafnir.
"I didn't think you'd come looking for that profiteer." Fafnir humphed coldly. "I suggest you leave. What she wants isn't something you can give her."
"I just want to give it a try."
Since he had already entered the Resting Ground, he wasn't going to back away. No matter if it worked or not, he had to try.
Angor walked to the graveyard not far away. The place was still quiet, with only the occasional flickering of will-o '-the-wisp.
The place looked empty, but Angor knew that many Undying Adventurers' corpses were sleeping under the ground.
He walked very lightly, as if he wanted to use this method to not disturb the sleeping skeleton.
When he turned around a quiet path, he saw a small bar located in the depths of the graveyard. Lonely lights, cloth curtains fluttering in the wind, and the faint figure of a woman inside the bar.
It was almost the same as the last time. But this time, there were two more people standing by the door.
When Angor got closer, he saw that one of them was a Grave Knight, and the other was a man wearing a bow-tie and a tight-fitting suit.
"Man" was only Angor's first impression of the man. When he saw the twisted horns on the man's forehead, he knew he was wrong. The man was not a human, but a half-blood demon.
But Angor found it hard to believe that this was a half-blood demon's outfit.
He looked more like a butler of a noble's manor.
"Stein, the owner doesn't want to see you. Please leave." The Grave Knight's deep voice came from inside his helmet.
The half-blood demon named Stein first glanced at Angor, then at the flame mark on Angor's earlobe, as well as Angor's pitch-black eyes. Then he looked at the Grave Knight again.
He showed an elegant smile. "Sir Knight, my name is Stein Trofel. 'Stein' is the most insignificant part of my name. You can call me by my full name, or just 'Trofel'. Also, I hope to impress the charming Lady Balalaika with my sincerity. "
A burst of mocking laughter came from the Grave Knight's helmet. "Stein is the surname your mother gave you, and Trofel is the lowly name the Shepherds gave you. You actually disdained your mother's surname, you are indeed a disgusting bastard."
Stein's expression didn't change at all because of the Grave Knight's insults. He still maintained his elegant smile. The curvature of his lips, the frequency of his blinks, and even the control of his facial muscles seemed to have been carefully calculated.
"Although I'm indeed a hybrid of the Neya Clan and a demon, I remember that the Undead Team is also made up of half-blooded demons, right?" Stein was implying that they were actually the same. Even if you called me a bastard, you're the same.
The Grave Knight sneered. "At least I won't become a demon's pawn."
After the Grave Knight finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to Christian. This troublesome fellow had been chased away time and time again, but he kept coming back again and again. He wanted to stay here and hope that Balalaika would meet him.
Moreover, Stein didn't want Balalaika to see him for himself. He wanted to see the Shepherds who called him "Trofel".
Since the Shepherds didn't dare to come, they sent Stein instead.
As for the Neya Clan, they were old friends with Balalaika. Balalaika didn't want to make a deal with Stein, but she didn't force him to leave for the sake of the Neya Clan.
The Grave Knight ignored Stein and allowed him to stand in front of the bar like an elegant doorman.
He then turned around and looked at Angor.
Angor purposely altered his eyes, but the Grave Knight still recognized him. If it were someone else, he would have chased them out already. But Angor … was a different story.
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