Chapter 1835
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Angor walked along the Falling Cloud Platform until he reached the edge of the platform.
Most people wouldn't dare to come here since the edge of the platform was so soft that one could easily slip off. The platform was several hundred meters above the ground, and there was nothing to hold the platform. If someone accidentally fell off the platform, he or she would be crushed into meat paste.
However, Angor didn't care whether the edge of the platform was dangerous or not. He stepped out of the platform.
The falling scene that he had imagined did not happen. Instead, he stood steadily in mid-air.
There was a completely transparent sky bridge under his feet.
Angor didn't stop. He quickly moved forward. In front of him was an endless sea of clouds, as well as an island in the distance.
That was his destination — Phantom Island.
Passing through the clouds with a suitable thickness, the moist water vapor made his red hair droop slightly. His medium-length hair blocked a lot of his vision. Angor didn't care about his image at all. He reached out a hand and pushed the hair covering his right eye to the back of his head.
Just as he was about to grab the hair on the left side of his forehead, his right eye caught sight of a figure not far away.
On the cloud-shrouded sky bridge, there was a tall and straight figure standing quietly at the end of the sky bridge. Behind him was the floating Phantom Island.
Angor narrowed his eyes and saw who it was.
It was a young man wearing a white uniform with golden patterns. He was very handsome, but his eyes and expression were constantly emitting a cold and distant aura.
He was standing right in front of Angor's eyes, but Angor had a strange feeling that he was far away from the real world. Instead, he was standing at the end of fate.
It was Dodoro, a Baiyuan from Pocratee who had been sleeping for more than a thousand years.
Angor recognized Dodoro, but he didn't greet him. Instead, he pretended that he didn't know the man and slowly walked toward Phantom Island.
Before Angor could walk past Dodoro, Dodoro reached out a hand and stopped him.
Angor was about to pretend that he didn't know Dodoro. However, when he looked back, he saw Dodoro looking at him with a pair of bright eyes. The cold and distant aura was gone.
Dodoro didn't say anything, but Angor could tell from the look in Dodoro's eyes that the man recognized him.
Angor was about to ask "Who are you?", but he swallowed his words.
"Why are you here, Dodoro?" Angor pretended that he just saw Dodoro.
"I'm waiting for … my lord." Dodoro's voice was calm, but his special tone betrayed his excitement.
Dodoro's answer indicated that he already knew about Angor's return, which was why he came here to wait.
"Why are you looking for me?"
Dodoro nodded and was about to say something when Angor stopped him. "I have something to tell you as well. Let's go inside."
With that, he stepped onto the sky bridge and arrived at Phantom Island. Seeing this, Dodoro followed.
Neither Angor nor Dodoro spoke a word along the way. When they left the forest and saw the manor in the distance, Angor could no longer hold back his curiosity. "How did you recognize me?"
This question had been bothering Angor for a long time. His current appearance wasn't made up by illusions. It was a real shapeshifting spell. How did Dodoro, an apprentice wizard, know who he was? Many wizards couldn't even recognize him.
Dodoro always answered Angor's questions without hesitation this time. "I saw it."
"What did you see?" Angor rubbed his chin and gave Dodoro a puzzled look.
"I saw the scene just now." Dodoro described the scene in which a red-haired man walked across the sky bridge in a leisurely manner. His final destination was Phantom Island.
"What's the meaning of this?" Most of the images Dodoro saw were meaningful. Did this one mean something different as well?
"It doesn't mean anything, but I'm sure it's you, my lord," Dodoro said.
Angor sighed in his mind. As expected, no matter how powerful a transformation spell was, it couldn't defeat a prophecy spell.
Or rather, it couldn't defeat the Baiyuan Clan's prophecy. It was difficult for other Prophets to see through Angor's disguise since he had an item that could block prophecies. However, the Baiyuan Clan was different. They didn't see anything spontaneous, so they couldn't use the Crimson Shelter.
Perhaps the prophecy was a bit random, but there was no doubt that it was a terrifying prophecy talent. A prophecy that could bypass all barriers and reach the final destination was terrifying.
Angor was glad that he had a good relationship with the Baiyuan Clan's prophecy talent.
After passing through the unicorn pasture and the flying field of the demon falcons, Angor returned to the manor.
Two Phantom Servants, one older and one younger, were standing at the entrance of the manor. Judging from their masks, the older one was Butler Goode, while the younger one was Hobbiton.
"Welcome back, Mister Padt." Goode bowed to Angor, and Hobbiton did the same.
"Where's Greya?" Angor asked.
"Lady Barbie and Mister Azaz are in the hut by the lake. Do you need me to call them?"
Angor shook his head. "No need. I'm just asking."
"Do you need something to eat, Mister Padt?" Butler Goode asked as they walked to the main hall.
"No. I have something to discuss with Dodoro." Angor shook his head.
Next, Angor looked at Hobbiton. Under Hobbiton's puzzled gaze, Angor took out several round stones engraved with red runes from his bracelet and handed them to Hobbiton.
"These are …" Hobbiton stuttered.
"This is the tribute for the boulder ritual." Angor briefly explained how the boulder was placed and used for the ritual.
"Mister Padt, did you give them to me?" Hobbiton's eyes lit up under his mask as he caressed the stones lovingly.
Angor gave Hobbiton a meaningful glance but didn't answer.
Butler Goode looked at the round stones and seemed to have thought of something. However, he didn't say a word.
"I'll go inside first. I'll bring you some tea later." He followed Dodoro into the guest hall, leaving Goode and Hobbiton outside. Goode was still thinking about something, but Hobbiton was still trying to express his thoughts.
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