"I see." Angor closed his eyes and nodded.
The white-haired old man thought for a moment and felt that he had underestimated himself. Although that was indeed the case, he was still a Deacon. It was rare for him to come into contact with a wizard from the southern region, especially one who had some connections with Froste. If Angor looked down on him because he said "couldn't do anything", it would be embarrassing if he told Froste about it later.
With that in mind, the old man added, "There's no point in worrying about what's going on there. As a watcher, I can't interfere, but I'm sure there'll be a solution. "
"Mister Inspector, do you have a solution?" Angor quickly asked.
The white-haired old man smiled faintly: "The future is uncertain, everything is hard to say. Maybe it's the power of the origin world, or the world's consciousness. Or maybe someone can … "
He could understand the first two possibilities. Either someone from the origin world would come to solve the problem, or the world's consciousness would interfere. But what did "someone" mean? Someone could solve the problem? What did it mean? Who was "someone"?
Before he could ask, the old man suddenly changed the topic. "I heard that the Peach Heart Theater is about to open. They came to the southern region this time."
Angor nodded subconsciously. It was Dodoro who told him this.
The white-haired old man asked, "Why did the Peach Heart Theater choose to perform in the Land of Evernight?"
Angor looked up. "You mean …" Peach Heart Theater came here because of the dome of the Nightmare Realm?
The old man shook his finger. "I don't know. I don't have any sources. It's just a guess. But the Void Caravan has already spread the news. I think it won't take long for people to come here. The southern wizardry region is going to be very lively then. "
As soon as he heard the old man's words, he realized something. But before he could think about it, the ground trembled again.
This time, the ground shook even more violently than before.
The corridor they were standing in tilted a bit.
However, this didn't affect Angor at all. As soon as the ground shook, the old man's distorted force field quickly stabilized the space around them.
They felt like they were standing in the real world, but they also felt like they were stuck in a crack between reality and reality. The corridor around them looked like a fake oil painting, while they were the only ones who were real and alive.
This was the old man's power, no doubt.
Angor couldn't even use his Forcefield to block the force field, which meant the old man was the one who did it.
Now that he was trapped between reality and illusion, the twisted laws, his calm mind began to worry again.
"Sir Watcher —"
The white-haired old man gestured for them to keep quiet again. His gaze turned to the top of his head. His eyes were bright, as if they could pierce through all obstructions and look at the void filled with the unknown.
After a while, the white-haired old man retracted his gaze and muttered to himself, "Although I didn't see him, his aura is already here. I don't know if it's a bloodline ancestor, a city official, or …"
Angor couldn't hear the rest of his words.
Who was the "he" mentioned by the watcher?
The white-haired old man sighed and turned to Angor. "I didn't want to show up, but you caught a third-class citizen, so I had to come."
A third-class citizen? Angor was a little surprised. He slowly looked at the "Shadow of Mist" wrapped in his Forcefield.
"Sir, you're saying this Shadow of Mist is a third-class citizen? A third-class citizen of Phantom City? "
The white-haired old man nodded. "It seems that you know quite a bit. It is indeed a third-class citizen of the Phantom City, but its name is not Shadow of the Mist … Forget it, let's just call it Shadow of the Mist. It's no good for you to know the name of their clan. Maybe its elders will directly sense your existence. "
Angor didn't say anything. The Watcher didn't say it out loud, but the name alone told Angor that the creature was at least as powerful as a demon, which meant it was above legendary.
"Since you know about third-class citizens, you should also understand the significance of third-class citizens to Phantom City."
Angor nodded. Third-class citizen was a relatively low level in Phantom City, but as a citizen, he or she would be protected by Grandmaster Gruz. Just look at Number 01's situation. Number 01 killed a third-class citizen and was forced into a dead end. Even if he went mad, he wouldn't be able to survive.
From this, Angor could tell how important a third-class citizen was.
"By the way, this thing is a third-class citizen, but its seniors are first-class citizens. I heard that the city lord already listed them as Diamond Citizens. Also, there are only two of them in their clan on the surface. "The white-haired old man paused." So, you still want to capture it? "
"… No." Angor shook his head.
Number 01 was already in such a miserable state after killing a third-class citizen. If he really did something to the Shadow of Mist, the consequences would be even worse.
Even if Grandmaster Gruz didn't give the order, this thing's seniors would probably do it.
Angor looked at the Shadow of Mist and hesitated. "Sir Watcher, I'm just inviting it as a guest. Will it believe me?"
The old man smiled. "What do you think?"
Angor nodded. "I don't think I'll believe you."
The old man understood Angor's concern. He was probably worried about the Shadow of Mist's revenge. He waved a hand, and the Shadow of Mist in Angor's hand flew to his palm.
At the same time, the Shadow of Mist's forcefield disappeared on its own.
When the Shadow of Mist was about to gather again, the old man pointed a finger at the center of the Shadow of Mist and sent a strand of distorted energy into the Shadow of Mist.
"I've distorted its memory from five minutes ago. It won't remember you capturing it." After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he tossed the fog shadow back into Gomito's body. "It will wake up soon. The choice is still up to you."
Angor bowed. "Thank you, sir."
"I just don't want the southern wizardry region to be targeted by 'him'. I'm still a watcher here," the old man said lazily. This was a free proof, which was also a legitimate reason on the surface. Without such a reason, as a watcher, he couldn't interfere with the affairs of the southern wizardry region.
Of course, he could use Free Evidence for anything. There were still many things he could do, but there was no need for that.
On the surface, he was helping Angor for the sake of the southern wizardry region. But the real reason was Froste. He and Froste were both members of Order, and they used to work together as Mystery Hunters. They had worked together many times and had a good relationship. Last time, Froste suddenly came to the southern wizardry region and stayed for a while for Angor's sake. As a watcher, the old man knew about this.
He knew Froste's background and thought that Angor had the potential to become a Mystery Alchemist. If Angor could really become a Mystery Alchemist, Froste would help him achieve his goal.
The old man didn't think Angor could become a Mystery Alchemist. But since Froste valued Angor, he was willing to help.
This was the real reason why he came here and talked with Angor for so long.
If it was only for the sake of the safety of the southern wizardry region, the old man would probably just tell Angor something like what he did with Filo.
As the old man spoke, another tremor came. This time, it was even more frightening. It felt like the entire corridor was going to be turned upside down.
The white-haired old man looked up again. "That guy is really a lunatic. Such a big commotion will only make him die faster. "
"Sir, what's going on outside? Why is the whole lab shaking? "
The old man spoke in a soft voice, "A madman is playing his last dirge for his own death."
"Has 01 already … killed the Schiz larvae?"
The old man glanced at Angor. "You know quite a lot. But he didn't kill it yet. If Schiz Larva is so easy to kill, 'his' bloodline ancestor wouldn't be listed as a Diamond Citizen.
But he still has a chance to kill Schiz Larva. He's trying to do so now. If he succeeds, he'll be able to kill Schiz Larva. But it's hard to say what will happen to this place. Maybe Devil's Water will become even scarier. "
The old man sighed and looked at Angor. "You should leave now. You know what to do here."
"I understand. Thank you for your advice, Mister Watcher. May I have the honor of knowing your name, sir? "
The white-haired old man: "I'm just a Guardian now, and I can only be a Guardian. When a new Overseer takes over my position, I'll tell you my name if there's a chance. "
When the Overseer was in power, he was a calm and indifferent observer. Even if he knew the name, he could be judged as unfair. Because of this, even in Cuolo's Chronicles, there was no mention of the Overseer by name.
With that, the old man waved a hand and sent Angor out of the distorted space-time.
Angor returned to the corridor, which was already tilting.
He could no longer see any watchers around him. The only thing he could see was Gomito, who was about to wake up.
He wasn't going to fight Gomito head-on this time. The old man's aura was too dazzling.
Angor exhaled deeply. "Let's go."
If it was in the past, Dankros would definitely agree. However, the white-haired old man had given him too much pressure, and he was still in a daze. He could only subconsciously cling onto Blood Night's protection to prevent himself from falling to the ground.
Toby, on the other hand, was not affected by the distortion. He chirped at Angor, "Let's go!"
Angor quickly used his illusion nodes to cover his body before running away.
However, Angor heard a familiar voice before he could take a step forward.
"Sir Watcher?" Angor was surprised.
"It's me."
"How may I help you, sir?"
"Your bird chirped just now, and it reminded me of something …"
At this time, in the distorted space, the old man looked at Angor's confused face through a thin membrane … and the bird in his chest pocket.
"My bird?" Angor looked down at his pants and looked at Toby in the eyes. "You mean Toby, sir?"
"Yes. Your bird has a strange origin. I can't see where it came from. It's probably the only creature like this in this world. "
The old man paused for a moment before continuing, "As I said, 'they' are coming. They're not like this baby mist, who doesn't know where to look for treasures. "
The old man didn't say anything else. But when he saw Angor's next move, he knew that Angor knew what he was trying to say.
Angor wasn't stupid. The watcher didn't explain further, but he knew what the old man was trying to say.
Who were "they"? Thinking back to the fog and shadows mentioned by the inspector, he could basically infer that the visitor must be a Transcendent from the Phantom City.
They must be here for Number 01.
As for why the watcher suddenly mentioned "Toby", it was because Toby's uniqueness had become a "treasure" in the eyes of certain beings.
When Angor was talking about Phantom City, Froste warned him that if he went to the origin world with Toby, he must avoid Phantom City at all costs.
Gruzdeward was always greedy when it came to any mysterious creature. Once Gruzdeward found out about Toby's existence, he would do everything he could to capture Toby.
It was hard to say whether Gruzdeward would come or not. But if his subordinates found out about Toby's existence, they would probably try to capture it as well.
Which was why the Watcher reminded Angor of something else.
Angor believed that he would never forgive himself if Toby got caught because of his carelessness. Therefore, the watcher's warning was more useful than any other information he got.
Angor didn't know where the watcher was right now, so he could only thank the air.
He quickly put Toby into his bracelet space. He couldn't stay outside for now, so it was better to hide somewhere.
After putting Toby inside, Angor thought for a moment and took it out. He created a green energy field around the bird and put it back into the bracelet.
He didn't know who was coming from Phantom City, but the bracelet alone might not be enough. Adding a new energy field would be better.
When he was done, he heard Gomito moaning behind him. It was probably about to wake up.
It was time for him to leave.
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