Chapter 1780
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"Interesting. They chose to perform in Floating Mech City, which is full of supernaturals." Opulia shook his head after laughing for a while. "It depends on the time of the performance, or today … Eh, it starts in two hours?"
Opulia looked at Angor and saw him looking at the flyer as well. "A super dimensional wizard is interested in the magic show? Are you going to check it out? "
"No, thanks. I'm looking forward to hearing the good news from Antonio." Angor shook his head.
Angor paused a little and asked, "What about you? Are you going to check it out? "
Oplia subconsciously wanted to shake his head. He was not going to watch any magic. He was not curious about magic at all. Or rather, it should be said that as long as one was a superhuman and knew real tricks and spells, they would not be interested in the childish comical art of magic.
Because of this, Ophelia was quite surprised that Shirley would rent the Grand Theater and perform a magic show that probably no one would watch.
However, just as Opulya was about to shake his head, a strange feeling of clarity suddenly flashed through his heart. It was as if … fate was guiding him.
As a Prophet Sorcerer, in the spiritual world, Opelia was much more sensitive to omens than ordinary Sorcerers.
Opulia often sensed such omens. These omens helped Opulia better understand his role as a Prophet. In other people's eyes, he could act like a "charlatan" even better. Of course, these omens often helped Ophelia obtain some benefits and avoid some potential dangers.
At this moment, Ophelia sensed an omen. It was as if there was some kind of power that was driving him to watch this magic show?
But why? Was there anything special about this magic show?
Oplia lowered her head in confusion and looked at the poster carefully, trying to find some clues from the poster.
It was a simple question, and the answer was "yes or no". Why did Opulia take so long to decide?
Was this a common problem among Prophets? It was a good thing that Dodoro wasn't like that.
Since Opulia didn't answer, Angor didn't want to leave. He was the one who asked Opulia a question. Three minutes later, Opulia finally looked up from the flyer.
"I think I need to check it out," Opulia said with a serious look.
"Why is that? What's so special about the magic show? "
Opulia shook his head. "I don't know. But I think the Goddess of Fate is whispering to me."
Opulia looked back at the flyer and the five cards in Shirley's hand. "These strange cards … they seem to contain some kind of logic. Maybe they're the focus of my attention."
"Poker cards?" Angor raised an eyebrow.
"It's called a poker card?" Opulia looked at Angor in confusion. "Do you know something about it?"
Angor shook his head. "Nothing. I just know that it's a card game."
A card game? Opulia didn't understand... "I'll go to the theater myself... What's the secret about these cards?"
With that, Opeliya nodded at Angor and walked into the square, heading toward the theater.
Angor looked at Opulia's back with a strange expression.
When he was a kid, Jon would always tell him, "Don't think about anything. Let's play a round of Gwent first."
Gwent cards were different from poker cards, but Angor had a strange feeling that poker cards would become popular in the wizarding world in the future.
Angor looked at the flyer in his hand. Shirley's bright smile seemed to reach his heart through the picture.
She mentioned that she had been performing in various cities of Evory for a long time. But those were all mortal cities, so it wasn't a problem for her to fool some ordinary people. Yet she dared to perform in Floating Mech City. Normal magic tricks wouldn't attract people. So this time, she must be doing poker cards.
Angor sighed deeply.
Fine. Let her do whatever she wants. Anyway, the poker cards were her reward.
Angor shook his head and left the square, disappearing into the darkness.
Back in his manor, Angor told Sunders about the Germinal Organization. Sunders didn't say anything. Germinal Organization already showed up in Evory twice. The first time was fine, since they could consider it before making a decision. But the second time, they had to inform the higher-ups of Floating Mech City about it.
After chatting with Sunders for a while, Angor began to wait for Lawson's result.
While waiting, Angor noticed that Greya and Azaz left the manor with a familiar flyer in their hands. It was the flyer for Shirley's magic show.
The next morning, Greya and Azaz finally came back. They seemed to be discussing something.
Angor didn't pay attention to their conversation. He kept waiting.
When the morning star broke through the dark night and the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon, Angor's communicator finally vibrated.
Angor quickly opened it and saw a pale blue spirit appearing in front of him.
"Good morning, Mister Padt."
"Good morning." Angor couldn't wait to ask about Lawson's situation.
"Very well. If you want to know more, you can come and take a look."
…
When the first light of dawn illuminated the sky fortress, Angor had already reached the top floor of the Tower of Infinity — Lawson's metal hall.
The petrified marks left behind by Toby yesterday were all cleaned up.
Lawson was sitting in front of a clean lab table, working on something. Antonio, on the other hand, was standing beside him in his spirit form.
When Lawson heard Angor's footsteps, he summoned a metal chair and gestured for Angor to take a seat.
"Mister Lawson, I heard your operation went well this time."
Lawson nodded and revealed a rare smile on his usually cold face. "There were some twists and turns along the way, but overall, everything went well. We found them soon after we entered the void."
Angor didn't ask what happened to the Germinal Organization believers right away. Instead, he asked about Swan.
"Swan's still alive. I told her to go back."
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