Angor was curious about Sibyl, but he didn't want to find out right now.
He nodded to Sibyl and asked Lady Merlo to move on.
In the next two corridors, Merlot found three more talents in a row. These three talents were led by a fatty, and there was a slight sign of them huddling together. It was similar to the time when everyone surrounded Hookdick when he was still a talent.
The fat one seemed to be interested in Sibyl. He would sneak up on Sibyl and whisper something to her.
Sibyl maintained her "Miss Indifference" persona. No matter what the fat man said, Sibyl would only respond with a "Yes". However, the fat man didn't mind Sibyl's cold attitude at all. He seemed to have gotten used to her persona and enjoyed it.
While the fat man was busy with Sibyl, one of his two followers, who looked a little cunning, came to Angor's side while bowing.
He kept saying thanks and flattering words, but his eyes were darting around as if he was thinking about something.
Angor knew exactly what he was thinking.
Just like how Fosah tried to curry favor with Hookdick. Whenever Hookdick wasn't around, Fosah would go to Butler Goode and ask about his well-being. It was almost the same as what Fosah was doing today.
It didn't matter. He just wanted to curry favor.
Angor didn't mind the idea, but he didn't want to be the target.
Angor didn't do anything to Fosah. He glanced at him and released a trace of his aura. The man didn't dare to move as if he was struck by lightning.
The aura wasn't targeted at Fosah. The others, including Sibyl and Lady Merlo, also felt it.
Lady Merlo, on the other hand, remained calm because Angor had already controlled the pressure to a level she could handle. However, to the other talents, it was as if the sky had collapsed, and they were being crushed under the pressure.
Fosah was the one who suffered the most. He was the first one to bear the brunt of the aura, so he felt it the most. He felt like an ant bowing down at the foot of a mountain, facing a towering mountain.
He trembled and his mouth trembled as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out.
The others were in the same situation as him. It was as if they were sitting on a small boat that had to face the stormy sea of fury.
Everyone felt terrible.
Fortunately, Angor's aura did not linger for long. He quickly withdrew it.
The boy no longer dared to approach Angor.
She sighed. "Mister Padt is already a moderate. If it were someone else, like Mister Padt's mentor, you'd be dead before you could even say anything. As a person at the bottom of the Magus World, it is extremely disrespectful to approach an official Magus without permission. "
Ms. Merlot seemed to be talking to the slippery kid, but in fact, she was warning the others.
When facing an official Magus, one had to treat them with the utmost respect. This was the way of survival in the World of Adepts.
Perhaps it was because of Angor's aura, no one dared to say a word. The fat talent no longer followed Sybil. Instead, he walked behind Lady Merlo in silence.
Miss Merlo claimed that Angor was a moderate, but they didn't believe it since they didn't know much about the wizarding world yet. They only believed that someone as gentle as Miss Merlo was a real moderate, which was why they decided to follow her.
Ms. Merlot looked at her followers and gave Angor an apologetic look.
Lady Merlo, who was always careful with her etiquette, found it rude to leave Angor out of the group to be disrespectful.
In order to prevent this from happening, Lady Merlo quietly moved closer to Angor.
The other talents behind her didn't know what to do. Should they follow Ms. Merlot or not?
Cybil was the only one who didn't say anything. She continued to follow Ms. Merlot.
Since the mist illusion could only cover a limited area, they still followed them after a few seconds. However, they didn't dare to get too close.
"Please forgive them for their ignorance, sir," Ms. Merlot said politely.
"I'm not angry, and I don't need their forgiveness." Angor was telling the truth. So far, these talents didn't do anything to upset him. That included Slippery Kid. As Angor expected, he didn't mind if Slippery Kid tried to suck up to someone powerful, as long as it wasn't him.
While they talked, they went through another corridor. According to Angor's memory, there were only three corridors left on the second floor. As for the people in these three corridors … almost all of them had been punished before.
Some of them were too horrible to look at.
"How many talents are left?" Angor asked.
"Three," Ms. Merlot answered without hesitation. "Three, Glaus, Blaze, and Amesa."
"If I'm not mistaken, they should be in the other corridors. But I hope they're still alive." The fat guard didn't dare to kill supernaturals, but he could do whatever he wanted to the mortals.
Lady Merlo didn't know what he meant until she saw the horrible scene in the new corridor with her own eyes. She finally understood why Angor said "I hope they can survive".
The other few talents also saw the people in the prison who were either skinny, missing an arm or a leg, or even lying dead on the ground covered in blood. As ignorant people who hadn't seen much of the world, their faces instantly turned pale.
They were also glad that they didn't get punished too much.
Maybe the fat guard didn't want to come to them because the corridor was too far away?
But the truth was the opposite. The fat guard knew that they were talents from Brute Cavern and didn't want to punish them too much.
The fat guard was a vicious man, but he knew very well who he could offend and who he couldn't.
The few Extraordinaries that he had extorted were all wandering sorcerers. Even if they were mortals, the fat guard wouldn't dare to touch them.
However, there were others who did, such as … the princess.
They had only gone a few steps down the new corridor when Ms. Mello spotted their target.
"It's Amesa!" Madam Merlot quickly walked to the door of the cell. When she saw Amesa's miserable state, her face turned ugly.
Angor also saw what happened inside. Without hesitation, he set up an illusion in front of the door to block the view of the other talents.
Ms. Merlot gave Angor a grateful look. After all, Amesa shouldn't be seen by the opposite sex right now.
"Go inside. Call me if you need anything," Angor said to Ms. Merlot.
By "if you need anything", Angor meant healing spells.
Lady Merlot nodded gratefully and walked into the fog.
The other talents looked at each other in confusion. They didn't see anything because they were behind Ms. Merlot. The only one they saw was Cybil, who was walking with Ms. Merlot.
However, Cybil didn't say anything. She clenched her fists and didn't say a word.
The others didn't dare to ask either. They just waited in front of the door and wondered what happened to Amesa.
While they were waiting, Angor suddenly glanced at something not far away from them.
There was no one there, but he sensed a familiar presence.
He thought for a moment and covered the area with a layer of mist.
As the mist spread, a red-haired figure appeared in front of him.
…
Inside the prison cell.
Ms. Merlot walked to Amesa's side with a worried look.
Amesa was lying on the ground. Her clothes were still intact, but the lower half of her body was in tatters. Blood stained everything below her waist.
Other than the wounds on her lower body, Amesa's face was also slashed a few times, making her look terrifying and hideous.
Amesa was unconscious, but her chest was still rising and falling. She should still be alive. However, it was only a flickering candle that would go out at any moment.
But even in her unconscious state, when Lady Merlot's footsteps came closer, Amesa's body trembled.
It was the result of her habitual fear.
Ms. Merlot felt even more sorry for Amesa.
Amesa wasn't born into a good family. No one knew who her father was, but her mother was a woman who sold her body to earn money. She gave birth to six children, but only two survived. Amesa was one of them, and the other was an older brother who wandered off alone after their mother's death half a year ago.
Amesa had been living near a garbage dump and relied on other people's leftovers to make a living. It was already bad enough. She didn't expect to encounter such a tragedy.
While lamenting, Ms. Merlot checked Amesa's injuries.
At first, Ms. Merlot thought that Amesa had been violated. But after a closer inspection, she realized that this wasn't the case. It looked more like some kind of torture device was used.
The wounds on her face were minor, but the ones inside her stomach were more serious. There were internal ruptures and massive bleeding.
The filth that had infiltrated her organs was the biggest injury Amesa had suffered.
If Amesa wasn't treated in time, she wouldn't survive today.
Mademoiselle Merlot knew some healing spells, but they could only heal wounds. She could not clean the internal organs that were contaminated with filth.
Even if she performed a dissection, it wouldn't be enough to completely remove the filth. Besides, it would hurt Amesa too.
Left with no choice, Ms. Merlot sent a signal to Angor for help.
Soon, someone came into the cell.
To Ms. Merlot's surprise, there was also a red-haired young man in the cell.
As for this red-haired youth, Merlot was not unfamiliar with him. After all, knowing official Magi and avoiding offending them was something that acolytes had to learn.
"Red Sword" Dorcas!
"Tsk tsk tsk. Poor thing. Looks like it's caused by the seesaw at the door. I can't believe that princess actually came up with such a thick nail, "Dorcas commented.
Angor also knew that it was caused by the seesaw. The fat guard wouldn't dare to do such a thing. Only the princess could do it.
"Mister Red Sword, are you sure it's the princess who did this?" Ms. Merlot suppressed her emotions and didn't ask why Dorcas was here. Instead, she asked directly.
"You know me? Hahaha! I see I'm quite famous. " Dorcas didn't feel awkward at all. He continued, "Of course it's her. I looked around the castle and saw that almost all the women, including the female knights, had cuts on their faces. That woman — no, that brat … I don't know who taught him. He's so twisted that he doesn't look like a human. He's more like a demon. "
Amesa also had the same cut on her face, which meant it was the princess who did it.
"I see. Thank you for telling me, mister." Madam Merlot's eyes flashed with anger, but she quickly put it away. The most important thing now was to save Arisa.
Lady Merlo gave Angor a hopeful look.
Angor used his spirit feelers to perform a thorough check on Amesa's body.
While he was inspecting, Dorcas said sarcastically, "It won't be easy to completely heal this injury. The filth has already spread, and the internal organs are beginning to fail. Unless the failure is reversed and the filth is completely removed, it's basically impossible for him to survive."
"You can save her?" Angor stood up and looked at Dorcas.
Dorcas chuckled awkwardly. "I used to have a potion that could save her even if her body was rotten. But now, I — "
"You can't save her, and you're talking too much." Angor didn't want to talk to Dorcas.
Next, Angor took out a scroll that was glowing in white light from his bracelet.
Even though the scroll wasn't activated yet, a pure and holy energy was already spreading out from it.
"What's this? A magic scroll?" Dorcas looked over curiously, "Why do I feel a mysterious aura? Is this the mysterious leather scroll?"
"It's only Mystery energy. It's far from a real scroll," Angor said in a plain tone.
It was a scroll from "Sunlight Garden". Back in Feng De's painting world, Angor drew a magic scroll to test the crazy hat's coronation.
"Sunlight Garden" had self-cleansing, holy healing, anti-filth, temperature-control, simple defense, and recovery of stamina.
Together with the white hat's coronation, the scroll was even more effective. It was enough to treat Amesa's injuries.
With the self-cleansing effect of Sunlight Garden and Holy Healing, Amesa's filth and organ failure would all be healed.
Of course, Angor had other ways to treat Amesa, but there would always be side effects.
Sunlight Garden was the only way to fully heal Amesa without exhausting her potential.
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