After he finished speaking, he didn't pay any more attention to the young man who wanted to buy the Devil Flower Demon Bloodstone. He buried his head in the yellowed book in his hand again. However, before he could fully immerse himself in the world depicted in the book, he was awakened again by the noise outside.
He quickly looked up.
"Why …" Did he just sense the aura of a wizard?
At that moment, a terrifying aura that caused his entire body to tremble suddenly swept over him. It only lasted for a second, but he felt as if he was standing at the peak of Tamakan, which was tens of thousands of meters tall.
Even now, he still felt a chill run down his spine.
Which adept had cast their gaze over here? Unintentionally? Or on purpose?
The man tried to figure out what was going on, but he couldn't find anything. However, after searching for a long time, he didn't find any clues until he found a familiar cold gaze in the world of psychic power.
It was the young man who wanted to buy the demon blood stone.
He couldn't feel the wizard's aura anymore, but the look still felt like a sharp blade that stabbed into his spirit world, making him feel as if he was falling into an icy abyss.
When his skin began to turn cold, the man stammered, "Y-you're … a wizard?"
Angor didn't want to use his aura to intimidate the man. However, the demon blood stone was related to Toby's Tribulation of Extreme Wrath. This was the best he could do.
Angor didn't answer the man's question. Instead, he slowly removed the illusion around him and revealed his face.
His signature curly blond hair and eyes that were as clear as the sky in midsummer told everyone who he was.
The man looked down at the magazine on the other side of the table — Nature of Truth. This was one of the most influential magazines in Floating Mech City. It wasn't as good as Forest of Time in the City of Truth, but it was still an authoritative publication.
The cover of the latest issue of Nature of Truth was a picture of a blond man standing in the darkness, gazing at the rising sun. The cover only showed the man's side profile, but it was easy to recognize him.
The man on the cover was the young man who wanted to buy the demon blood stone.
The newly advanced adept who was currently in the limelight and at the peak of public opinion!
"You are …" The man gulped. The young man's name was already at the tip of his tongue, but before he could say it, he heard someone call out the young man's name.
"Mister Padt?!" A surprised voice came from the door.
Angor heard the voice as well. And it sounded familiar. When he turned around to look, his expression froze. He actually knew the person who spoke.
Two people walked in from the entrance of the Breeze Magic Material Shop.
One of them looked like a teenager. He was wearing a pale gold robe. His body looked thin and thin, and he wore a pair of glasses. He had the temperament of a bookworm.
However, no one would dare to call him a bookworm in front of him now. Although he looked harmless, he was the champion of the Rising Star Competition — "Philosopher" Onassis.
As for the other person, he was the one who called out to him.
This was a burly man with good looks and big muscles all over his body. The most eye-catching thing about him was that his lower body did not have legs like a human's. Instead, he had four horse legs and a scorpion tail that glowed with a faint black light.
He looked somewhat similar to the demonic creature recorded in the legends, the centaur. However, a centaur did not have a scorpion tail.
The scorpion tail must have been transplanted from someone else's body. Or rather, this man's centaur upper body and his hands, which were covered by leather gloves, were all transplanted from other creatures.
Angor was familiar with this person.
It was Viking.
The man who was betrayed by Shayaron in the purification garden and still made it to the Altar of Demise without any limbs.
"Mister Padt!" Viking's eyes were filled with excitement when he saw Angor. He had to use all his strength to stop his hooves from jumping up and down. Still, his excitement could be seen from the trembling of his hooves.
Back in the purification garden, Viking blocked an attack from a flying flaming fish to save Shayaron, which resulted in his limbs being burned away. However, Shayaron, who was Viking's companion, did not help him and left him alone in the wilderness.
Back then, Viking lost all his limbs and was bleeding profusely. Without any help, he would die for sure.
Angor was hiding nearby. Before leaving, he cast a Heal spell on Viking to stop his bleeding and prevent him from dying on the spot.
Even though he had stopped the bleeding, he still believed that Viking would die in the end after losing all four of his limbs in the garden of purification.
Who would have thought that Viking would actually survive?
Viking stood in front of Angor and looked so excited that he did not know what to say. "Mister Padt, I didn't think that we would meet each other for the first time here. I … I had already written an invitation letter, and wanted to express my sincere thanks to Sir. "
Seeing that Angor did not respond, Viking continued, "After the purification garden, I heard your voice, and I knew it was you who saved me.
Did you receive my letter, mister? I went to the manor outside Floating Mech City to look for you, but the butler told me that you weren't there, so I left a letter for you. "
Seeing Viking's hopeful look, Angor nodded. "Yes, I did. You do have a good memory for voices. But I only helped you stop the bleeding. I didn't really save you. You're still alive because of your own willpower. "
Hearing Angor's words, Viking became even more excited. "If you didn't stop the bleeding, mister, I wouldn't have survived. Maybe it was just a simple thing for you, mister. But for me … "
"That was the only light I could see in the endless darkness."
Viking couldn't help but recall what happened back then. Not only was he seriously injured and dying, but Shayaron's betrayal also made him feel even more hopeless. At that moment, Viking felt as if he had lost all hope. It was only when Angor cast Heal on him that he came back to his senses.
Viking asked Angor who it was.
"A passerby," Angor replied.
He didn't mention the name, but Viking would always remember the cold voice that saved him from the threat of death.
Maybe it was because Viking's story was too emotional, or maybe it was something else, but the atmosphere became tense for a moment.
Viking was still lost in his thoughts until Onassis' voice broke the silence. "I thought the next time I saw you, mister, would be when the Cloudvine Flower bloomed. I didn't expect to see you again so soon, mister."
Pausing for a moment, Onassis lowered his head and muttered almost to himself, "The Cloud Vine Flower hasn't bloomed yet."
He couldn't help but chuckle when he saw Onassis' dejected expression.
"It's a coincidence that we met. If you really want to call it a philosophical meeting, you can just pretend you never saw me today."
Onassis didn't know how to respond. In the end, he changed the topic. "Are you here to buy materials, mister?"
Onassis's words snapped Viking out of his thoughts. He raised his head abruptly. "Sir, are you here to buy materials?"
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