"Now that you mention it, it has something to do with you."
Something to do with me?
Isabelle chuckled. "You know the soul of the little girl in the well outside Dark Castle, right?" "Yes, Sir.
"Flowey?" Angor frowned.
"Yes."
"What does that have to do with her?" Angor was still confused.
"The Root of Calamity, the thirteenth daughter of Goman King you mentioned, Flowey once saw her in the well. It was also from Huahua that we knew what she looked like. "
Isabelle's answer reminded Angor of the notebook Flowey Sparrow left behind. Most of the mysteries in the portrait had been solved, but the faceless figure remained a question mark.
Now, Isabelle said that Flowey had seen her in the well.
Did that mean the thirteenth daughter of Goman King was the faceless figure in the portrait?
According to this train of thought, many of the myths that had puzzled him before could be explained.
Flowey's drawings were never realistic. She never learned how to draw properly. She only drew according to her own understanding, and her strokes were rather immature.
From Flowey's perspective, Goman King's thirteen women were half ferocious and half serene. If she were to draw them, it would be difficult to capture their features. Plus, Flowey was obviously very afraid of them, so she did not draw her face but replaced it with circles of dark shadows.
The more Angor thought about it, the more convinced he became. But there was still one thing he couldn't figure out.
"Why did she go to Flowey?"
She didn't seem to have anything to do with Flowey, and Flowey didn't become an undead. Why did she go to Flowey?
Also, according to the notebook, Flowey went to the well more than once. If she wanted to harm Flowey, she could have killed her right away. But if she didn't, why would Flowey be so afraid of her?
"It's because of the concept I mentioned before. A special soul."
"You mean Flowey is a special soul too?" Angor realized something.
"Yes. Flowey is a special soul. The Root of Calamity went to the well many times because she sensed Flowey's special ability. Isabelle: "Use all kinds of language to stimulate, tempt, and guide Huahua's thoughts, hoping that Huahua can help her."
At this point, Isabelle said with a sigh, "Under the temptation and threat of the source of disaster, Flowey didn't follow her. The reason was probably because you built an illusion for her under the well and let her see hope. That's why I said that this matter has a lot to do with you. "
Angor could already picture the scene in his mind.
Flowey shivered and curled up in a corner of the illusion. Outside the illusion, the Goman Thirteen Ladies tried their best to talk. "How did you die? Have you forgotten? If you don't want to be a coward, join me and destroy Dark Castle … "
He wasn't sure if Flowey didn't join Goman King because of him, but Isabelle's words helped him to understand the reason.
After a moment of silence, Isabelle continued, "That's the truth. Destroying the undead is good for you, Flower, and Dark Castle."
"What will you choose?"
"I want to talk to Flowey alone."
Isabelle nodded. "Of course. She's looking forward to meeting you again."
"I won't lend you Prelude to Rebirth. But I can help you get rid of the undead creatures as you wish."
Just as Isabelle had said, killing the undead wasn't a bad thing for him. He needed to accumulate more white light bullets, and Dark Castle would owe him a favor. That was already a good deal.
As for not lending the gun, he was being cautious. Most of the time, he might not be able to get it back even if he lent it out.
Therefore, controlling the Prelude to Samsara himself was his bottom line.
Kimberly sighed in relief. "Fine, I won't lend it to you."
It didn't matter who controlled the gun as long as it could solve Dark Castle's problem.
Isabella sneered, "Do you think I care about your lousy gun?"
"Isabella, Dark Castle still needs the help of Prelude to Rebirth. What do you mean by that?" Isabella scolded Angor before he could say anything.
"Even without the gun, we can still get rid of the undead with some time …" Isabelle lowered her head and muttered.
Isabelle's expression grew colder. If she didn't take half of the Mystery item, Prelude to Rebirth would only have the potential of a Mystery item. Isabelle's sarcasm didn't affect Angor at all. Instead, she felt like she was slapping herself in the face.
"That's enough, Isabelle. I think it's time for you to get some rest. Don't keep going down the wrong path. Think about why you can't become a truth-finder. "
Isabella's words made Isabella's face turn green and white. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end, she closed her mouth and didn't say anything.
"I have something else to do before we get rid of the undead. I'll have someone bring Flowey to you later. " Isabelle nodded to Angor and tore open a space fissure to leave this place.
Before she stepped into the darkness, she turned around and said to Angor, "Oh right, I almost forgot to congratulate you."
Congratulate? Kimberly and Isabella raised their heads and looked at Isabella in confusion. They didn't know what she meant by 'congratulations'.
"What are you congratulating me for?"
"I heard from Lawson that you're now an official member of Floating Mech City's R&D Department. Isn't that something to be congratulated?"
With that, Isabelle turned around and left.
However, Kimberly and Isabelle couldn't believe what they just heard. Angor was already an official member of the R&D Department? How was that possible?!
No one in Dark Castle had ever received such an honor. Even the Fairytown Wizard Alliance only had one official member of the R&D Department. That person was an old master alchemist who was more than 800 years old!
Angor wasn't even 30 yet. He wasn't even a wizard yet, and he was already a member of the R&D Department?
Kimberly couldn't believe what she just heard. She was just trying to teach someone something yesterday, but it turned out Angor was much more powerful than her!
Isabelle was also shocked. She never regretted her actions, but she couldn't help but question herself. Did she really go too far back then?
She tried to kill Angor because she chased after Bogula. She wouldn't mind if she did. But she didn't. Instead, Angor's potential grew stronger and stronger until it reached a dazzling level!
She offended a powerful master alchemist because of "blond hair and blue eyes". If she didn't do that, she wouldn't have to trouble her teacher, and she might even be able to recruit Angor.
Should she really do as her tutor had said … and reflect on herself?
While Isabelle was still thinking, Kimberly approached them with a smile. "So you're already a member of the R&D Department. I heard the department has the most advanced mechanical alchemy knowledge in the southern wizardry region. How about we … exchange ideas?"
Kimberly thought that "exchange ideas" sounded too shameless, so she added, "Of course, I'm not that good at alchemy. But I did find some interesting knowledge when I went out for training. I can exchange ideas with you."
Angor didn't have anything else to do, so he agreed.
His conversation with Kimberly was mostly about Kimberly asking questions, and Angor answering them. The conversation lasted for more than four hours. If Natasha didn't show up, Kimberly would have gone on forever.
Natasha didn't come alone either. She was holding another glowing soul in her hand.
It was a little girl in a light yellow dress. She had a small nose bridge, and her smiling eyes were like crescent moons.
It was Floral Sparrow.
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