"I won't regret it," Dave answered without hesitation.
Prome watched the interaction between David and Angor with a smile on his face. Of course, Prome was happy to see them getting along so well. He had always admired Dave's cleverness. Now, with Angor's help, Dave's position in Prome's heart improved even more.
Prome thought to himself. Maybe I can teach Dave more when I'm done with my savior's request.
"Because of Black Jack, my thoughts were disrupted. I almost forgot to ask. Why are you here today? Don't tell me you're waiting for Master Prome. He came here on a whim, "Dave asked.
"If you hadn't asked, I would have forgotten." Angor scratched his head in confusion. "I came here to thank you. But something happened on my way here, so I'm here to see if you have any wizard robes for sale."
Angor briefly explained how he bought the robe.
Prome chuckled. "A wizard robe is a low-level alchemy robe, but it's still a tiered item. You'll need at least an apprentice alchemist to make one. We're not in the Wizard Fair. How can a tailor shop hire an apprentice alchemist? Even if you can afford it, no one will go there. "
"I'm sorry. We don't have any here." Dave hesitated. "But if you don't mind, I can lend you my robe."
Angor considered for a moment. It was a bit rude to borrow someone else's robe, but he would only borrow it for one day. He already borrowed Sunders' robes, so it shouldn't be a problem to borrow Dave's. With that in mind, Angor decided to ask for Dave's robe for one day.
Prome suddenly spoke up, "I still have the robe I got from the resource allocation hall. I gave it up long ago and replaced it with a more functional one. If you need it, I can give you my robe. "
Angor quickly waved his hand. "No need. I'll buy it."
Prome didn't insist. He just wanted to let Angor know that he was being nice to him.
"That's fine too. I haven't worn that robe for more than forty years, and the edges are a little damaged. I don't want to charge you too much. How about two magic crystals?"
He didn't know how expensive the robes were. But since every apprentice in Brute Cavern could get one, even a tiered alchemy robe shouldn't be too expensive.
"Alright, I don't have any magic crystals with me. Can I use my bone card?"
"Of course."
After paying the bill, Prome pulled out an old box from a corner of the room.
The robe Prome took out from the box was still as good as new, but the robe he took out was still as good as new.
"Thank goodness the robe is enchanted with Dust Removal. Otherwise, it would have rotted together with the box," Prome joked as he handed the robe to Angor.
Angor stared at the robe in front of him and frowned.
Damn it, the color of this Magus' robe was actually — a flamboyant and gay bright purple!
Although there were no other patterns on the robe, the color alone was enough to make him panic. He didn't hate the color purple in the past. He had several purple handkerchiefs. Purple represented mystery, melancholy, and tranquility. But the robe in front of him was nothing like the purple color he remembered. He never thought that such a flamboyant color existed in this world.
Angor looked at Prome. The robe Prome was wearing was also flamboyant purple with sequins, gold, and silver decorations.
He had always thought that Prome's purple robe was just an exception, just like how he and his brother Lyon also had a pink shirt with lace edges in their wardrobes. Wearing it once in a while would not remind anyone of the meaning behind the pink color.
But he did not expect that behind Prome's kind and benevolent face, there was a heart as cold as it was cold on the inside!
"You don't like it? There was only one of this color, and it took me a lot of effort to get it. "Prome's middle-aged face showed a" proud young man "expression.
"Y-yes, it's nice." Angor forced a smile.
It was only for one day anyway.
Angor could already foresee that he, Baron Milk, was going to be known as a "freak" soon. The flamboyant purple robe was already the biggest "evil" in the world.
When the bell chimes echoed throughout the underground market, it was time for Angor to say goodbye.
"I'll be there to support you in tomorrow's match!" Dave waved at Angor who was already far away.
Angor staggered and turned around. "No need. I'm not going to do anything anyway." Besides, wearing a flamboyant purple robe was embarrassing.
Dave took out a stack of tickets from his pocket. "I'll buy all eleven matches!"
Angor chuckled and left without hesitation.
…
The next day, Angor saw for the first time how terrible the "Baron Milk" name was.
He hadn't even gone on stage yet, but there were already players gathered in the backstage area to denounce him. When Angor approached them, they all stopped talking. The fear and disgust on their faces were self-evident.
When the match began, Angor once again felt the endless hostility.
There were not many people in the audience, but they were all looking at him with murderous intent. Angor did not see any of the "female fans" mentioned by Number 233. They must have been scared away by his flamboyant purple robe.
Angor's expression darkened as he listened to the whispers of "freaks" around him. He felt that life was really a drama filled with ups and downs.
Luckily, he was good at resisting pressure. If it were someone else, his spine would have been crushed by the angry voices.
During the confrontation, the contestants learned their lesson and stopped swearing. They were afraid that Toby would mercilessly turn them into corpses.
Of course, there were also some who talked big in the matches today. Angor already planned to ask Toby to go all out. However, when the countdown ended, the opponent simply threw away his card without giving Angor a chance to do anything. When he left the stage, he stood on the stage and enjoyed the cheers and praises from the audience as if he just won a beautiful battle.
He looked like a retard.
Under the deliberate manipulation of Sky Tower, Angor's opponents were not the elites on the ranking list. They were all weaklings. Angor won all eleven matches today without any suspense.
By the end of the last match, Baron Milk's flamboyant purple robe had turned into a smear of mosquito blood, which made people want to swallow their disgust.
When Angor took the information card from Baroque, the matches for the past two months finally came to an end.
"You've achieved your goal, young man. Will you come again?" Baroque put down the pornographic book in his hand and smiled at Angor.
"I don't know," Angor replied coldly. Angor was grateful that he set Baron Milk's image as a cold and arrogant person. Otherwise, he would not be able to talk to Baroque so nicely.
"Then I'll give you a warning, young man. The matches on Level 15 will not be the same as today's. If you want to rely on that bird that learned the sequence of gravity, it might be a little difficult. "Baroque looked like he was smiling, but there was a hint of threat in his words.
The eyes under the hood drooped slightly, and a trace of hatred flashed through them.
"Is that so? Thanks for the advice." Angor's tone did not change at all. He turned and left.
Baroque watched Angor's back and felt a little strange. Something is wrong with this guy's attitude.
At this moment, a graceful figure appeared behind Baroque.
"The Green Velvet spores in his body are gone. Only Sunders can remove them so quickly. He even sent a Phantom Servant to replace him. Looks like he really thinks highly of Angor, "the female voice reached Baroque's ears.
"Sunders knows we can see through the Phantom Servant's identity, but he still sent a replacement. Maybe he's warning us."
"You mean Sunders knows about our connection with Bouy, sir?"
"I don't know. But I don't think Sunders knows about it yet. Maybe he's worried about his student getting hurt in Sky Tower, so he sent a Phantom Servant to warn us." Baroque paused. "Anyway, Angor has reached the top already. There shouldn't be any problems."
"You're right. But if Sunders thinks so highly of Angor, why didn't he just give him a spot in the purification garden? Why did he have to work so hard to join the competition? "
"Who knows?"
"Melantha, did you hear anything?" Baroque asked in a serious tone.
"A little. But I don't know if it has something to do with that place being sealed off," Melantha said.
"Go ahead."
"Samantha sent her replacement to find Rein Mute. Yesterday, Rein Mute went to Phantom Island, and 'that place' was sealed off by Rein."
"I know. They're here for Sunders' Sorcerer's Garden," Baroque sneered. "They want to go after the descendant of that demon god? They're overestimating themselves. But I don't think Rein will let Sunders get involved. If something goes wrong, we'll lose more than one or two people. "
Baroque frowned. "But this has nothing to do with sealing off 'that place'. Is there something else we don't know about? "
…
When Angor left the Sky Tower, he finally felt a little better about facing Baroque.
It was such a terrible day. Even if Baroque didn't test him, Angor wouldn't want to come to the tower again.
It was already 5: 30. Angor's purple robe was too eye-catching. Anyone who watched his matches today would recognize him.
People were pointing at Angor along the way. Some of them even followed him with malicious intentions.
Angor walked to a secluded area and ordered Toby to attack them before they realized what was going on.
With Toby's speed advantage, these people were as vulnerable as building blocks. Angor didn't even need to do anything. Several minutes later, a bunch of people were lying on the ground.
He didn't ask Toby to hold back, so he didn't know if anyone was dead or alive. But that wasn't important. After making sure everyone was on the ground, Angor humphed and left.
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