Angor went to the front hall of the tavern and saw Dorcas and Abelle there.
Abelle was sitting at a table in the corner like a little girl, while Dorcas was at the other end of the table. They sat so far away from each other because Abelle was afraid that Dorcas would slap the crowned parrot.
The front hall of the tavern was crowded with people.
Dorcas took a few sips of wine and felt that he could do it again. He took the initiative to start a war of words with the crowned parrot.
Without Angor's protection this time, the crowned parrot would lose its courage and lose its power.
But Dorcas was wrong. The crowned parrot was a hot-tempered bird.
Of course, the crowned parrot was not reckless. It carefully assessed the situation and determined that Dorcas would not attack it here. Even if he did, he would not kill it for Angor's sake.
Since it could not die, what was there to be afraid of?
At first, Dorcas was prepared. He even had a draft in his mind, so he was able to fight back. But a draft was not enough. It was like a real battle. No matter what the opponent did, Dorcas would have to counter it even if he did not want to.
No matter what Dorcas did, the crowned parrot could counter it and continue to spew sweet words.
Dorcas held on for a few minutes and could not hold on any longer.
The crowned parrot, on the other hand, was still going on. You rarely heard the bird swear. At most, it would say "stupid" or "stupid". However, the words it said were extremely hurtful.
Even an official Magus like Dorcas would be infuriated if he heard this.
That was why Abelle was sitting far away, trembling. She saw that Dorcas's face was about to turn red from the excessive heat. She secretly tried to pull the crowned parrot a few times, but the parrot always saw through her in advance and glared at her. Abulei sat upright and still, not daring to move.
Abelle sighed in relief when she saw Angor coming out of the tavern. Dorcas tried to attack the crowned parrot before, but Angor stopped him every time. Dorcas had no idea why Angor would treat the crowned parrot differently.
The crowned parrot did not care whether Angor came out or not. As long as Angor did not stop it, the bird would continue to seduce people with its words.
Angor did not stop the crowned parrot from doing its job. He leaned against the door frame beside the bar and watched the fight that was about to end in a one-sided victory.
In the end, it was Dorcas who couldn't take it anymore. He said something along the lines of "I'll be back" and hurried to greet Angor.
"You're out? It just so happens that I'm in a good mood right now. Let's hurry up and get things done. When I come back, I will fight with that parrot again. "
Angor didn't know where Dorcas got the confidence to say that. "A hundred rounds. I'm sure you can make it."
Dorcas' lips twitched, but he didn't say anything in the end. He followed Angor out of the tavern in a dejected manner.
After leaving, they didn't go straight to the Princess' Castle. Instead, they strolled around leisurely. Because the Princess' Castle was in the center of the entire Princess' Town, it occupied a large area. No matter how you strolled, no matter which street you took, you would have to pass through the Princess' Castle.
There was no need to rush.
After leaving the tavern, Dorcas approached Angor and asked, "Do you think there's something wrong with Abelle's crowned parrot?"
Angor didn't think much of it. "So now you're trying to slander me?"
Dorcas shook his head. "Who said that? I just didn't do my best. Next time, when I'm ready, I'll show you what it means to be —"
"A loser," Angor said without thinking.
Dorcas said unhappily, "What loser? I'll definitely win next time. Never mind, that's not what I'm talking about. I really think there's something wrong with that crowned parrot. I'm not a Summoner, but I've fought against Summoners before and studied some of their creatures. Other crowned parrots don't look like that one. "
Angor already knew what Dorcas was talking about.
Normal crowned parrots had the ability to control wind, mimic words, and summon spirits to become the eyes of their Dominators. Just like Eureka's owl.
Because of its ability to mimic words, crowned parrots were one of the few that could speak. If they were trained properly, they would be able to communicate normally with their masters.
However, they could only communicate normally.
Crowned parrots were low-level summoned creatures, which were about the same level as Heart Eaters. They had some intelligence, but not by much.
Abelle's crowned parrot, on the other hand, had a quick mind. Not only could it speak freely, but its voice could also be used as a weapon to crush a wandering wizard like Dorcas.
"Also, this parrot didn't just have a sharp tongue. It also used a lot of classics from the wizarding world when we were arguing. I know some of them, but I don't understand some of them. I think it knows more about the wizarding world than I do, "Dorcas explained.
One by one, Dorcas summed up the so-called abnormalities, "Strong insight, arrogant personality, likes to call summoners' servants', and knows the ins and outs of the Magus World very well …"
He added in his mind, "It knows spells well too." At least the crowned parrot must have noticed something wrong when Angor used Fear on it.
"Well, I think it's familiar," said Dorcas.
Angor followed Dorcas's train of thought. "If so, maybe it used to have a famous master."
Without a doubt, this crowned parrot must have a previous master. Otherwise, it wouldn't know so much about the wizarding world.
Dorcas nodded. "I think so. Maybe it's a summon of a famous wizard. Who could it be? "
Dorcas tried to think but couldn't think of anything.
"I don't know much about the wizarding world. You should know more about the wizarding world, right?" Dorcas looked at Angor.
"I don't know." Angor didn't hesitate.
He had only been training for a few years, and he was still accumulating his knowledge. He didn't have time to pay attention to these strange stories.
Dorcas looked at Angor and thought of something. He mumbled something and shook his head. "I don't know. Maybe it's just my imagination."
Dorcas didn't ask about the crowned parrot again. He kept quiet all the way.
When they were about to reach the Queen's Castle, Dorcas hesitated for a moment. "You … you're really Padt?"
"Which Padt?" Angor asked.
"The Padt that Abelle mentioned. Are there other Padts in Brute Cavern? "
"As far as I know, I'm the only one with that name in Brute Cavern."
"So you're really … that Music Box Warlock?"
Music Box Warlock, Mystery Next Stop, Lionheart Bramble, and Illusion Controller were all titles given to Angor by various magazines.
After Angor decided to call himself "Dimensional Wizard", there were fewer and fewer such titles.
For some reason, Angor found them annoying. But now, he really missed them.
"Although I think Music Box Warlock sounds pretty good, I still prefer people to call me Super Dimensional Wizard."
Dorcas said, "Yes, yes, extra-dimensional wizards. I heard about your music box from a friend, so I said it out of instinct. "
At that time, Dorcas had seen an unparalleled illusion through the music box. It was the first time he had seen such an intoxicating illusion that was filled with blanks and hidden meanings. Especially the various remnants on the floating island, it was as if he had seen history.
That experience was very valuable to Dorcas. It even affected some of his thoughts.
Of course, it wasn't the music box's power. It was just the empty space. Everyone had different thoughts when they looked at it. It was like reading a book. Different people would have different opinions. Some people would get more and more enlightened, while others would become more and more obsessed.
For Dorcas, some of his thoughts were changed, but his mind was clear.
Because of this, the music box left such a deep impression on him that he confused Angor's official title.
"Do you like it?"
Dorcas didn't know what Angor meant.
"I mean, what do you think of the music box?" It was rare for Angor to listen to a customer's feedback.
"Not bad. Or should I say, very good." Dorcas didn't want to tell Angor that the music box changed his mind, but he didn't want to go against his own wishes. Therefore, he emphasized the word "very" to express that he really thought the music box was good.
"Music box? I haven't made one in a long time." Angor looked away. "I made all the music boxes in the auction when I was an apprentice."
"If you like it, I can make another one for you when I have time," Angor said.
"Really?" Dorcas was pleasantly surprised.
Angor nodded. "Of course. Next time, I'll give you the music box when you bring Goldie here."
Dorcas didn't know what to say. He thought Angor was giving it to him for free. It turned out that Angor was just reminding him not to forget about Little Gold.
However, even so, Dorcas was still at an advantage. After all, Dorcas promised to give Little Gold to Angor.
"My Little Gold is about to give birth. Once I get enough energy, it won't be long before it gives birth. I'll choose the best one for you then, "Dorcas promised.
Since Dorcas said so, he wouldn't give Angor an inferior one. This was a pleasant surprise.
Maybe because Dorcas expressed his love for the music box, they chatted more freely than before. However, Angor noticed that Dorcas would give him a complicated look from time to time.
Especially when they talked about what Goman King had done in the past.
"I don't know much about Goman King," Angor said.
Dorcas didn't know what to say.
It wasn't because Angor didn't know what was going on. It was because Angor was still a young man. No, a teenager.
An absolute genius whose cultivation speed was the fastest in the entire southern wizarding region.
Dorcas always thought Angor was at least a thousand-year-old monster. Now that he knew Angor's cultivation time was less than a fraction of his, Dorcas' expression became complicated.
He was only eighty years old as a young wizard, but when talking to Angor, he felt … old.
Angor didn't know that Dorcas had been imagining things since the Sandworm Market, so he didn't understand the complicated look in Dorcas' eyes.
But since Dorcas didn't mean any harm, Angor didn't mind.
They had already arrived at the Princess' Castle.
…
They were standing at the fence on the right side of the castle. The fence was low, but there were shining runes on it, which indicated that it was quite sturdy.
Through the fence, they could clearly see the lush forest behind the fence, as well as the castle in the depths of the forest.
It seemed strange to see a forest in the Princess' Castle, but that wasn't the main point. The main point was the illusion beasts and monsters inside.
"According to Old Potter's map, we're on the right side of the castle, which is the Forest of Phantom Beasts, while the left side is the amusement park."
Dorcas frowned. "Are we really going through the Forest of Phantom Beasts? The amusement park won't be easy to spot, right? "
"It doesn't matter which way we go. But if we go through the amusement park, we might run into the princess' daughter. According to Old Potter, she goes there to play from time to time, and the park is right in front of her window."
Angor wasn't afraid of running into the so-called princess. However, he had already made up his mind to stay away from the Goman Royal Family's business, so he would avoid meeting the princess if possible.
This was why he chose the Forest of Phantom Beasts.
Seeing Dorcas still hesitating, Angor said, "Don't worry. Those beasts won't notice us. Don't forget that I'm an Illusionist. "
"I'm not worried about the beasts. I can hide myself too. I'm just worried about how to break the runes here without being noticed."
"Oh, runes. Don't forget that I'm an Enchantment Alchemist."
Angor used the same sentence twice.
He was just going to tell Dorcas the main point, but his words somehow hit Dorcas where it hurt the most. Angor's training time was a fraction of Dorcas'. Not only was he an Illusionist, but he was also a Grandmaster Alchemist from the R&D Department!
Dorcas felt like a piece of trash compared to Angor. He spent a lot of time on his training, but why was he so much less efficient than Angor?
Dorcas silently licked his wounded heart. For the time being, he didn't want to talk to Angor. In fact, he didn't even want to walk together with Angor anymore.
Dorcas was a man of his word.
When Angor quietly lifted a corner of the runes and they entered the Forest of Phantom Beasts, Dorcas told Angor that he wanted to go his separate ways.
Angor considered and didn't really mind.
Dorcas was going to see something exciting. Yeah, about the princess.
As for Angor, he was going to save the girl in the dungeon.
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