Foundation City, on the second floor of the library.
He sat by the window and let the bright sunlight wash over him. He was holding a thick book called "Architecture and Art" in his hand, slowly flipping through the pages.
When Angor was about a third of the way through, the gray-haired old man let out an "oops" in disappointment.
He looked up and saw a wisp of dust drifting in the air. Then he saw Ness's bitter expression.
"I chose the wrong activation path at the forty-eighth node of the third circle." Ness sighed and swept the dust and pebbles on the table into the dustbin under the table.
They came from the stone slab with a symbol from Cazider World engraved on it. Failure meant that the stone slab would break into pieces.
At this time, the garbage basket was already full of gravel.
Ness took a notebook from the side that contained data and information. Inside it was a record of every failed attempt to prevent the same mistake from happening again. He had already used ten pages of the handbook, and every page was filled with notes. It was obvious how many times he had failed in the past few days.
Ness recorded his failure again and looked up at Angor. He rubbed his hands and said, "Look, Angor … I failed again."
There was no request in Ness's words, but his eyes and expression were full of expectation.
He put down Jon's thick book and slowly said, "This is your fourth failure today. Plus the previous days, you've failed at least 20 times. Are you planning to fail every node? "
Ness denied it with a bitter expression. "Of course not. I did calculate the correct nodes carefully. I only activated the paths that were difficult to determine when I had to choose one of the two. If that's the case, I've failed at least 400 times already. "
Ness only failed about 20 times in the past five days, which was already a good number.
But he didn't want to boast, especially in front of Angor. Angor had been living in the underground altar for the past few days. He would go in and out of the dream wasteland from time to time, and he would give Ness a complete stone slab every once in a while. If it was Ness who did this job, he would probably find it annoying as well. He did not dare to lose his temper at all. He was afraid that Angor would refuse to do the job.
Angor looked at Ness's pitiful expression and decided to return to reality. He used the Dream Whelk to drag another stone slab with the same symbol into the dream wasteland. After all, he had promised Nessie before, and he also hoped that Nessie would be able to find the coordinates of the Cazider world through the symbol's constant power.
When Angor returned to the dream wasteland, Ness was already busy studying the new slab.
Angor knocked on the table with a finger, which made Ness look up in confusion.
"Hold on. I have something to tell you," Angor said.
Ness was still thinking about the solution, but he didn't dare to ignore Angor's request. He quickly put down the slab and asked Angor to get straight to the point.
"I'm going to leave the Land of Revelation."
"Huh?" "You're going back to Brute Cavern?"
Angor shook his head. "No. I'm going to the Old Earth to do … something I couldn't do before."
Something you couldn't do before, but now you can do it? Ness muttered inwardly, but he didn't ask about the details. Instead, he asked, "What happened next?"
"So I can't stay in the underground altar anymore. If I want to carry the slab for you, I'll have to remove the stone slab from the altar and take it with me. Will that affect the symbol?"
Ness considered. "You've been carrying the slab here for the past few days. The symbol isn't damaged. So it shouldn't affect anything."
Angor nodded and asked Ness to continue his research while he returned to reality.
When Ness was about to pick up the stone slab again, he heard footsteps coming from outside the building, which was usually deserted.
Someone was coming in.
Ness's eyes lit up when he saw the newcomer. It was a beautiful woman.
Normally, Ness would have walked up to the woman and tried to talk to her. But now, he was more interested in the slab. He only glanced at the woman and lowered his head to continue his research.
But at this moment, the lady walked towards him.
"Sir, I saw a young man sitting opposite you through the open window when I was at the bottom of the library." The lady asked politely, "May I know where he is now?"
On the other hand, Angor returned to the real world and was still near the underground altar.
However, he wasn't alone. Freud and Torras were also there.
Torras sat at the center of the altar, absorbing the death energy around him like a whale. Freud, on the other hand, was staring at Torras with wide eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"How did it go?" Angor landed next to Freud.
"What did you say, sir?" Freud was still in a daze.
"How's Alda, Sunny, and Torras doing?" Angor asked.
"Alda and Sunny are starting to understand the Soul Trick, but this is the first time they've seen something like this. It'll take them a while before they can start to practice it." Freud answered with a bit of embarrassment, "Alda and Sunny are starting to understand the Soul Trick, but this is the first time they've seen it. As for Torras … "
Freud glanced at Torras on the altar. "I'm sure you've seen his condition, sir. He's been absorbing death aura for three days, and he still hasn't reached his limit. That's way beyond what an ordinary undead can handle. "
"Torras used to be an undead creature that lived for thousands of years. And he's a very special kind of undead. It's normal for him to have a high limit of death aura. "
Freud knew a thing or two about Torras, but as an undead himself, he knew that Torras wasn't on the same level as them. This was why Freud was so surprised.
"Torras woke up half a day ago, but he didn't wake up. According to what he said, he should be able to reach his limit of death aura by today. However, perhaps it's because he's too optimistic, just like Alda, he has an extremely high tolerance for death energy. He didn't show the slightest change in mood. Even if he really did reach the peak of death energy, I don't think he'd show any signs of degeneration. "
"However, if Sir wants him to practice soul techniques, even if his Death Qi reaches its peak, it would be better to wait for him to familiarize himself with it for a month or two …"
Angor brought Torras back to the real world so that Torras could learn soul tricks as well.
But since Freud was the one who suggested it, Angor didn't mind. It didn't matter to Torras whether he learned it earlier or later.
"Good. Torras can stay with me for a while. He can be my messenger so I don't have to go in and out all the time just to find a stone slab."
With that decided, he waited for Torras to wake up.
Freud watched as Torras swallowed all the death aura. "I don't think it's a good idea to let Torras learn ordinary soul tricks. Sir, why don't you consider letting him absorb some special undead to further improve his abilities? Torras is more suitable than I am. "
Freud wouldn't have suggested such a thing if it were Alda or Sunny. He didn't think they had the ability to absorb special undead. However, Torras was different. He used to be a Special Undead and had experience using special abilities. Even in the enclosed space of Silver Palm Island, it took him a long time to become depraved. Now, even if he absorbed a Special Undead, he might be able to digest it without even becoming depraved.
Torras was more suitable for soul tricks.
"Special undead creatures aren't easy to find. But I'll think about it."
Time ticked by. Torras' absorption of death aura was getting weaker and weaker until it reached the upper limit.
Previously, Freud thought that the death qi in the cave would take decades to digest, but now, it was much weaker than before. Torras was absorbing death aura like crazy this time.
When Torras stopped absorbing death aura, he opened his eyes again.
Just as Freud had predicted, Torras didn't show any negative emotions even when the death qi in his body reached its peak. He was still as naive as ever. "What's with that look on your face? Is there something wrong with my body?" She asked Freud with a puzzled look. "What's wrong with me?" Freud nodded.
Freud shook his head. "Nothing. I just didn't expect you to absorb death aura so well."
Torras raised his head proudly. "Of course. I'm the man who killed the legendary pirate, Red Beard!" His handsome face, which didn't match his muscular body, revealed a smug expression.
"Red Beard was only five years old when you were conquering the Eastern Sea. There's no way you could have fought him."
Torras didn't believe him. "Don't lie to me. The Sound of Tides at Night clearly stated that …"
He didn't want to tell Torras that the book was written by a fictional author. He already told Torras many times that Torras wouldn't believe him anyway.
Torras only believed that he was the one who killed Red Beard in the book, which meant Red Beard was even stronger.
Knowing Torras's personality, Freud rubbed his temples helplessly and didn't argue with Torras. He found it hard to believe that the famous "Ruthless King" was actually Torras. It was more likely that he was the "Foolish King".
Torras became even more proud of himself when he saw that Freud and Angor weren't going to argue with him. He walked down from the altar as if he didn't care who he was.
"Sir, I can't absorb any more death aura. Can I practice the soul trick you mentioned?" Torras blinked his eyes.
"Give me a month or two."
"A month or two?" Torras nodded. "Then I'll go back to Foundation City. I'm the sheriff here. I wonder what's going on in the city now?"
"It's safer without you around," Freud said.
Torras humphed in disbelief.
Angor took out the Church of the Deceased and gave it to Torras. However, before Torras entered the building, Angor gave him a new task.
"You want me to stay in the library forever?" Torras frowned. "Can I not?"
"No. Remember, as soon as Ness' slab breaks, you come back to reality and tell me."
Torras didn't want to stay in the library forever, but he had no choice but to accept Angor's request.
Once Torras returned to the Church of the Deceased, Angor told Freud about his plan to go to the Old Earth.
Freud nodded. He already knew that Angor was going to the Old Earth, but he didn't know what he was going to do. Perhaps Angor was going to deal with some family business.
Angor put the Church of the Deceased into his bracelet and took out a revolver — Prelude to Rebirth — and handed it to Freud.
"Hold on to this. There's still a white bullet inside. If one isn't enough, I'll find a way to get more at Specter Water. "
Freud didn't refuse. Alda and Sunny were going to learn soul tricks in the future, so Alda probably wouldn't need the gun. Sunny, on the other hand, would most likely become corrupted by the aura of death.
With that done, Angor walked to the altar and cut open the stone slab with the runes on it so that he could take it with him.
As soon as he picked up the stone slab, he heard a series of cracking noises.
Lowering his head, he saw that there were a few deep cracks on the originally intact altar.
Freud thought for a moment and said, "The altars are made of ordinary stone. Thanks to the protection of the runes, they weren't corroded by the miasma of death. Now that you've removed the runes, the altar is no longer protected. But why did the cracks happen so fast? "
Freud didn't think too much about it. He assumed that Lady Shila's power must have corroded the altar after staying here for so long.
Angor checked the cracked altar carefully to make sure that he didn't miss anything. Then he took the slab and left the cave with Freud.
…
Torras returned to the main hall of Foundation City's library. This was where he met Angor before, so he came in from the same place.
"Mister said that Wizard Ness is in the building on the second floor. Building … Tsk tsk. Even the building has a library," Torras muttered, but he still headed to the second floor.
When he reached the library, he paused for a moment and picked up a few books from inside. He planned to spend some time with Wizard Ness to relieve his boredom.
With a pile of books in hand, Torras arrived at the building.
As soon as he stepped inside, he saw Wizard Ness sitting by the window, as well as … a woman with her back facing him.
Why does she look so familiar? Torras muttered to himself and approached the woman.
As soon as Torras approached, the woman turned around. When she saw Torras, her expression froze for a moment. An indescribable emotion appeared in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.
Torras waved a hand happily. "Oh, it's little Hela. Why are you here?"
"My name is Mandehara. I don't have a surname. Please don't change my name, "Mandehara said in a low voice.
"Alright, little Hela."
Manderhaila rolled his eyes and didn't say anything, silently agreeing to Torras' address.
"You still haven't answered my question. Why are you here?"
"She's called Mandehara?" Ness spoke up. "She's here for Angor. We asked her what she wanted, but she wouldn't tell us."
"Are you looking for Mister Padt? He's not here. Do you want me to ask him? "Torras offered.
Mandehara remained silent and shook her head. "No need. I'm here for him."
With that, Mandehara headed outside.
Torras grumbled. "What's wrong with you? Forget it, I won't think about it anymore. "
Torras sat down in front of Wizard Ness with his arms crossed.
Mandehara stopped and looked at Torras in confusion. Wasn't this guy supposed to follow her around? Why didn't he do it today?
"Why aren't you leaving?" Mandehara pretended to ask casually.
"I accepted a task from Mister Padt, so I have to stay here."
Mandehara's lips twitched as if she wanted to say something. But in the end, she didn't say anything. She exhaled deeply and quickly left the building.
Torras was confused. Ness picked up the cold tea on the table and took a sip with a smile on his face.
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