Just as Froste was filled with doubts, his ears suddenly twitched and he raised his head to look in a certain direction.
Angor was still shocked by Froste's strength when he heard the noise behind him. He turned around and saw Froste staring at an unknown space.
A small dot of light appeared out of nowhere and slowly floated in front of Froste.
The moment this tiny speck of light appeared, it began to expand and transform. In the end, it turned into a ball of raging flames.
Angor looked at the flame and saw a red light flashing in front of his eyes.
He rubbed his eyes and looked at the flame again. This time, he saw something moving inside the flame. The red light that he had seen earlier had come from the image.
It was a figure inside the flame.
The figure stood in the darkness. Angor could not see the person's face, gender, or clothing. The only thing that stood out was a bright red scarf that looked like blood.
The scarf emitted a bright red light and covered half of the figure's face.
The red scarf was pulled very long, and it fluttered in the void like a wandering scarlet viper.
Angor felt something strange about the scarf. Staring at it, he felt like he was being dragged into a mysterious vortex.
There was nothing but darkness around him.
His soul and consciousness slowly disappeared. When Angor thought even his basic senses were about to disappear, he heard someone coughing in the darkness.
Angor opened his eyes and saw nothing but red. His body was tightly bound.
"Let him go. He's just a common wizard in my temporary residence." Froste's elegant voice echoed in Angor's ears.
"A common wizard? In my opinion, it's not ordinary at all. " It was a man's voice. However, his nasal cavity seemed to be covered by something, so his voice sounded a little muffled.
Despite that, the man still put Angor down.
When the strange sensation on his skin disappeared, Angor landed on the ground. Angor finally noticed that it was a long red scarf that tied him up.
This long red scarf came from the image in the flames. As Angor was untied, the scarf slowly retracted back into the image.
When the scarf completely disappeared from the world, the figure in the image gave Angor a cold glare.
Following that, the image of the flame slowly dissipated. Finally, it turned into specks of light and disappeared into the void.
Angor exhaled deeply. He could still remember how he felt when the scarf wrapped around his body. Suffocation, powerlessness, and the feeling of his soul and consciousness sinking. Everything felt so real.
He had no idea what was going on.
Just a second ago, he was still talking to Froste. How did this happen in the next second? Who was that figure in the flame? And what was with the red scarf? Also, why did he suddenly attack him?
Angor's mind was full of questions.
While he was still confused, Frost's voice traveled into his ears. "I'm sorry to have implicated you. But Zorn didn't want to kill you. He just wanted to make sure no one else heard our conversation. "
"Just like me, Zorn is a member of the Order Faction," Froste said, "Zorn is a member of the Order Faction. After I escaped from the Box of Reincarnation, I told the Order Faction about what happened here and asked for reinforcements. Zorn was sent here by the Order Faction. He contacted me just now to confirm the mission. "
Froste shrugged. "That's all Zorn wanted to keep. Since I already told you about the Box of Reincarnation, I won't hide it from you."
Angor had a rough idea of what was going on. But he was still curious. According to Froste, Zorn wasn't here. So how did the scarf travel through time to bind him?
Froste smiled. "Zorn is a Mystery Hunter as well. He's not as experienced as I am, but he did manage to get rid of a Mystery Hunter before. That scarf was one of the spoils of war he obtained during that mission. "
"So the red scarf is also a Mystery item?" Angor hesitated.
Froste nodded. "Yes. But I won't tell you the details. After all, it's not a Mystery item in the form of Order. Knowing more about it might not be a good thing. "
Angor nodded in understanding. It wasn't a Mystery item in the form of Order, but it could still be controlled. Just like the Dark Symphony, it was also a half-lost Mystery item.
Angor was still curious about the scarf, but he knew that curiosity killed the cat. Besides, Froste once warned him that when a Mystery item went out of control, even if they were separated by a great distance, they could be dragged into the Mystery item's rhythm.
When it came to these mysterious items, if one did not have sufficient strength and knowledge, the less one knew, the safer it would be for them.
Froste explained, "Zorn is already near the small world where the Box of Reincarnation is. My short rest is about to end."
"Are you going to enter the Box of Reincarnation again?" Angor asked curiously.
"I'll have to talk to Zorn when I get there."
As he spoke, Froste stood up from his seat. He stretched out his hand and lightly tapped the void. A black vortex gradually formed. "It seems that our unfinished conversation will have to wait for next time."
Angor had a lot of questions about Mystery items, and he hoped Froste could give him some answers. However, things always changed faster than he planned.
Angor bade farewell to Froste in a serious manner. He was still wary of Froste, but he had to admit that Froste had helped him a lot in the past few days.
Froste smiled and said, "Rather than asking me to take care of myself, I hope you can take care of yourself."
Angor gave Froste a puzzled look.
Behind Froste was a space vortex that was slowly taking shape. He stood in front of the vortex and observed Angor's reaction.
Angor felt Froste's gaze lingering on his left earlobe, his gloved right hand, and finally stopped at Angor's right eye.
"You've had a lot of adventures." Froste stared at Angor's right eye. "But no matter how lucky you are, it won't last forever.
"Every person who stepped through the thorns and finally became a Magus, their life experiences are enough to write a magnificent epic."
"So, what you have to remember is that you may be very special in your own world, but in this general plane, you're just one of the many living beings."
"So that I can ask you to return the favor in the future, you'd better survive. It won't be easy to do that.
"So, take care. I'll be looking forward to our next meeting. "
With that, the vortex behind Froste turned into a tunnel leading to an unknown space.
Before leaving, Froste gave Angor one last look.
After spending several days with Angor, Froste realized that Angor was hiding many secrets. Angor's hidden right hand and eye, the strange soul, the flame mark that carried the energy of origin, and so on.
Even Froste, who always tried to control his curiosity, couldn't help but look into them.
However, whenever he tried to find out more about Angor, he always had a bad feeling about it. He had a nagging feeling that things would become troublesome, or even have unpredictable consequences.
Because of this, Froste didn't bother to look into Angor's secrets. However, his curiosity didn't diminish. As he found more clues about Angor's secrets, such as the summoned object, Froste became more optimistic about Angor's future.
The more secrets one had, the more powerful one would become.
"Maybe he'll really become a Mystery expert one day?"
With this thought in mind, Froste stepped into the dark vortex.
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