On the main street of First Heart City, a black figure was running fast.
The surrounding passersby were not surprised at all by the black shadow. It was as if they were already used to it. They even felt that the black figure was much slower today.
For example, on the roof of a small building on the street, Daruk, who was polishing stones with his grandfather, asked, "Why do I feel that Sheriff Torras is much slower today? He doesn't seem to be on the roof anymore."
Usually, Torras ran and jumped on the roof, which caused a lot of damage to the buildings. But today, Torras was running on the street, which was very strange.
Daruk's grandfather happened to be carving a tree branch. He looked up and slowly lowered his head. "It has nothing to do with the sheriff. It has something to do with the person behind him."
The person behind him? Daruk looked over suspiciously and noticed that there was indeed a figure following behind Sheriff Torras. The figure looked much more delicate, and it seemed to be a woman. She was more than ten meters away from Torras. She was panting and gritting her teeth as she ran.
Daruk also noticed that Torras turned around and roared several times.
Although he could not hear the voice, Daruk's eyes were very good. He could tell what Torras was saying from the shape of his mouth.
"Don't follow me!"
Daruk was puzzled. Torras was clearly chasing the woman away, so why was he moving slower than usual?
In response to Daruk's question, his grandfather smiled and said, "That's because our sheriff is a very kind person."
A kind person? Daruk still did not understand, but his grandfather did not continue to explain.
Daruk had to change the topic. He looked at the woman who was following Torras. "I don't think I've seen this woman before."
"Oh, I've seen her once," Daruk's grandfather said. "A few days ago, I saw her near the square when I was installing trees and stone carvings with the city construction team. At that time, the sheriff grabbed her wrist and ran towards Sky Tower. "
Grandpa Daruk paused for a moment, then clicked his tongue and said with a nostalgic look on his face, "The feelings of young people are really passionate. I can't help but recall my lost youth. It was a beautiful time running under the sunset …"
Seeing that his grandfather wanted to talk about the past, Daruk hurriedly stopped him. "I heard from Constable Torras that he's several thousand years old. He's several times older than Grandpa."
Grandpa Daruk: "… He must be lying. I've seen the sheriff's face after he took off his helmet. It was so tender!"
"Tender as water?" Daruk recalled Torras's exposed chest and abdominal muscles. It was hard for him to imagine how 'tender' his face could be.
Daruk couldn't help asking.
The conversation after that slowly turned into gossip.
At the top of Heaven's Tower, Angor was quietly observing Torras and Mandeira, who were standing behind Torras.
Even though he didn't hear the conversation between Daruk and his grandfather, he could tell that Torras was much slower than before. He didn't jump into the air again either.
"So, it's because of Mandehaira?" Angor asked.
"Yes. Torras might look unruly all the time, but he has a gentle side to him." It was Freud, who approached them.
Angor was surprised. "You mean … Torras is interested in Mandeira?"
Freud shook his head. "As far as I can tell, he's not. If Mandeira was replaced by anyone else, Torras would act the same way. He's a carefree man who doesn't want to take responsibility for anything. However, he only cares about himself. If it involves someone else, he's willing to take responsibility even if he doesn't say it out loud. "
Angor didn't understand what Freud meant.
Freud explained, "I've been trying to figure out how to deal with Torras, but I couldn't think of anything. But Monroe gave me a suggestion. She said we can send someone to work with Torras.
"Even though Torras doesn't like having someone on duty with him, he'll only throw a tantrum at me when a mission is assigned to him. As for the person carrying out the mission … that is, Mandela, he's surprisingly gentle."
Angor finally understood what Freud meant.
Torras was a man who didn't want to take responsibility, but he had a strong sense of responsibility.
This arrangement could really help curb Torras' unruly personality.
"Lady Monroe has a good eye for talent," Angor praised. Back when Monroe was still a candidate for the city lord position, she already invited Jon to be her assistant many times before she knew who Jon was. Now, she even saw through Torras's hidden personality. She had a keen eye for talent.
"You're right, Lady Monroe. You're an excellent woman." Freud was also praising Monroe, but he was secretly glancing at Angor. He was still thinking about the rumor he heard from Leon.
Indeed, Angor's aura had changed a lot. It was different from before.
Could it be that Leon's rumor was true?
"Then why did you give this task to Mandela?" Angor suddenly asked.
Freud shrugged. "I had a sudden idea, so I did it."
In fact, Freud had thought about it for a long time. When Mandeira first entered the dream wasteland, Torras was the first person she talked to. Mandeira didn't ask Torras to follow her, but Torras was someone Mandeira was familiar with. It would be easier for Mandeira to stay with someone she was familiar with first.
Besides, Torras was a friendly person who didn't mind Mandeira's cold attitude. This was a good way to neutralize Mandeira's feelings.
The only thing Freud was worried about was that Torras might leave Mandela behind while patrolling the area.
Now, Angor knew that Torras was much gentler than he thought.
"Did anything happen to Mandehila recently?"
"While Mandeira was working, Ty spent most of his time chasing after Torras, just like now." Freud pointed at the two figures that were getting smaller and smaller in the distance. "I can see that, at least at this point in time, she's focused on the chase. She's not thinking about the real world."
"That's good." Using his nightmare illusion, he used his "Omniscient View" to observe Mandebra's expression. Mandebra's expression had changed a lot since he was sent to the dream wasteland. At least, he was no longer as cold as before.
"Mandeira is a very sensitive person. I'll try my best to change her personality without leaving any traces."
Angor nodded. "That's all for now."
With that, he turned around and walked into the tower.
Meanwhile, Mandeira, who was still chasing after Ty, looked into the distance. She felt like someone was watching her just now. But when Mandehara turned around, he saw nothing.
"Maybe it's just an illusion?" Mandehara didn't think too much about it and continued to chase after the bastard in front of him.
"Do you have something to say?" Angor sat down in the room where Freud usually did his research.
Angor noticed that Freud kept sneaking glances at him. Freud seemed to have a lot of things to talk about.
Freud scratched his gray hair in embarrassment. "Sir, your brother told me something, and I'm interested in …"
Angor looked at Freud in surprise. Freud wanted to talk about something related to his big brother?
"I have a question for you, sir." "Have you become a wizard, sir?" Freud asked after a moment of hesitation.
"Yeah. Didn't I tell you when I came here last time?" Angor didn't think Freud would ask such a question, but he didn't try to hide it.
"No, you didn't."
Angor suddenly remembered something. "Oh, I forgot to tell you about it."
Freud was thrilled when he heard about Angor's breakthrough. But when he saw Angor's "oh, I forgot" attitude, he couldn't help but want to complain.
How could he forget something so important?
If Freud became a wizard on his own, he wouldn't act like a normal wizard no matter how he tried to keep a low profile.
Angor, on the other hand, was different. However, it was only his aura. Freud didn't think that Angor's breakthrough was related to him at all. If Leon didn't tell him about Angor's breakthrough, Freud would have been kept in the dark for a long time.
Thousands of complaints surged out from his heart, but in the end, they all turned into a single sentence: "… Congratulations, Sir."
"It's a bit of a rush. I'll tell you more about it later. But I'm curious. How did my brother Leon get involved? "
Freud's face was expressionless as he slowly told Freud about the rumors that Leon brought to him.
"It already reached Floating Mech City? Huh? Was it reported by Sky of Truth? " Angor frowned. Last time, this magazine reported about him and Isabelle's return to the southern wizarding region. "How did they know?"
Freud took out a stack of papers from his drawer.
"I asked Leon to copy the article from Truth's Sky. Have a look, sir."
Puzzled, he took the paper and saw the handwriting on it. It was written by his brother, Leon.
It took him several minutes to go through all of them.
Most of what was written in the book was true. There was even a part where it mentioned that Wizard Padt was already outside of the truth gate, which was also true. But most of the content was so touching that Angor felt it was a bit too much.
Aside from the compliments, Angor wanted to know how the news got to Floating Mech City so fast.
Did someone from Dark Castle spread it?
Angor looked at the author of the article.
"You're Grandpa Stone?"
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