"The two gargoyles you just warned are already lying on the ground. I was going to knock them out like the old woman on the third floor, but they're so weak. "
Dorcas noticed Angor's intention right away and began to nag at him before Angor could say anything.
Gargoyles lying on the ground? Obviously, Dorcas did something. Angor didn't need to guess to know that the two gargoyles were already broken into pieces.
"By the way, thank you for the poker card. It would've been troublesome for me if I didn't have it."
"You know about poker cards?"
"Of course. If you went to Cross Bar earlier, you would've seen at least ten tables of people playing cards. I think you'll be invited to another round if you go in. "
Angor remained silent. He was going to ask about the Princess' Castle, but after hearing Dorcas' explanation, he couldn't help but ask, "How did poker cards get to Sandworm Bazaar?"
As far as Angor knew, Sandworm Bazaar was a very remote wizard bazaar surrounded by deserts. There weren't many people who went there.
But poker cards were already popular in such a remote area? It hadn't been long since he taught Shirley how to play cards.
"Well, it came from Mesopotamia. It was said that a magician had put on a grand show there in the beginning. I don't know what the show was about, but that's where poker cards came from. " Dorcas said, "It seems that the magician is a woman. She's traveling to various countries to perform magic."
Angor was speechless. He got it.
So the magician who performed all over the continent was definitely Shirley. Or at least, she had something to do with it. Angor didn't expect Shirley to go so far just to promote poker magic.
Angor sighed in relief after a moment of exclamation.
At least for now.
Poker was not ostracized because it was an imported product.
Poker cards were like the video boxes Angor made. They all came from Jon. Although Jon looked like an unremarkable and terminally ill ordinary person, he was not an ordinary person.
But what about the other civilization he brought to the world?
He quietly became a part of wizarding culture.
From this point of view, although Jon was an unknown person?
However, it was also affecting the development of culture in the World of Adepts.
"Are you looking for me this time just to discuss poker? What if you're interested in poker?
When they returned to the Sandworm Market?
I'll take you to the Cross Bar to have some fun. "Dorcas sent a message through the Spirit Bond.
"Poker cards are just a digression. I'm here to ask you about what happened in Princess' Castle."
Dorcas let out a strange laugh. "What, are you interested in how the Empress plays?"
Angor explained calmly, "There are two talents on our side that we can't find.
They seemed to have been taken away by the Empress last night. "
"One called Glaus?
His skin is fair, and his hair is light golden. The other one is called Brazier. His skin is dark, and his hair is dark brown. His hands seem to be wrapped in bandages. "
"Did you see any traces of them in the Princess' Castle?"
Dorcas was silent for a few seconds.
Then, he let out a sigh. "So they are the talents you are looking for, tsk tsk."
"You saw them?" asked Angor, noticing something strange in Dorcas' tone.
"Of course.
They're the main characters of the wonderful show I mentioned. Oh?
Wait, the Empress is the main character?
They're just supporting characters. "
"They're in the Empress' room?"
Dorcas: "Uh-huh."
"How are they doing?"
Are they still breathing?
"How are they doing?
I didn't see the end, so I don't know. But according to how the Empress plays, they'll at least lose a layer of skin. "
…
Angor ended the call with Dorcas and spoke to Merlot. "I got their location. They're in the Empress' room."
"We'll go there right away."
Angor turned around and headed for the stairs on the first floor. The others quickly followed.
Merlot was going to ask Angor about Glaus and Brazier, but before he could, he heard something moving on the first floor.
And a faint smell of blood.
Angor also sensed it, but he didn't stop. Instead, he quickened his pace and went up the stairs.
He saw a familiar gargoyle on the first floor.
The gargoyle was hovering in the air with its fleshy wings, its gaze fixed on a human below. The entrance to the first floor was already sealed, and the human was like a bird trapped in a cage. There was no way he could escape. The gargoyle, on the other hand, could do whatever it wanted until it killed the human.
The Gargoyle's vile eyes were fixated on the human with many bloody wounds on his body. It didn't know that there were other people on the first floor watching it.
"What's going on? That man is wearing the armor of the Empress' castle. Why is he being chased by the gargoyle? "Lady Merlot wondered.
"Probably because he didn't hide his blood properly. The gargoyle found him. He's a traitor," Angor explained.
The human being being chased by the gargoyle was none other than Tom, who came to the prison with the team leader.
He was quite agile, but it was obvious that he hadn't gone through any formal training. Even with a sharp dagger, he couldn't defend himself against the gargoyle that could swoop down at any time.
Not long after, a few more deep wounds appeared on little Tom's body.
A large amount of blood flowed out. If he didn't stop the bleeding in time, the bleeding alone would kill Little Tom.
This was obviously what the gargoyle wanted. If it really wanted to kill Tom, it could easily do so. But it didn't, probably because it wanted Tom to watch it bleed to death.
"What should we do now, sir?"
The one who spoke was Madam Merlot. She did not know what to do. What she was asking was how to choose.
The entrance to the first floor was sealed by the gargoyle, so there were only three ways for them to leave.
First, they could break the wall. However, there were many magic arrays engraved on the wall, which were used as the foundation of the entire prison. It wouldn't be easy to break them.
Second, they could kill the gargoyle. As long as the gargoyle died, the door it controlled would naturally open.
Third, they could wait for the gargoyle to kill the human. When that happened, the gargoyle would turn back into a statue, and the entrance would open.
What they needed to do now was to make a choice between the three options.
Angor didn't answer Lady Merlot's question because he had already shown his choice with his actions.
Several white tentacle-like phantom limbs spread out from Angor's body and tied up the gargoyle before it could react.
The gargoyle was surprised that there was someone else on the first floor.
However, this was also the last thought it had before it died. The phantom limbs tightened their grip and crushed the gargoyle into countless pieces.
Angor didn't pay any attention to the gargoyle's body. Instead, he walked to Tom.
"Mister Wizard, you're here, aren't you?"
Angor didn't remove the illusion, so Tom couldn't see him. But Tom still spoke, and he was still looking at Angor, as if he could really see Angor.
But Angor knew that Tom couldn't see him. Maybe it was a coincidence or some kind of ability.
"Sir, you didn't leave after killing the gargoyle. Are you going to kill me?"
"I hope you don't kill me, sir. I have a strong sense of inspiration. I can become your servant and serve you."
Perhaps in order to show off his inspiration, Little Tom continued: "I had already vaguely sensed Sir's presence before. Sir, you've been following me and my leader all the way to the prison. "
Angor raised an eyebrow at Tom's words. So Tom's appearance wasn't a coincidence. The boy did have a talent for inspiration. And this talent had a lot of potential.
Otherwise, Tom wouldn't have sensed Angor's presence at all.
"Why didn't you tell your leader about me?" Angor finally spoke up after listening to Tom's monologue.
Tom sighed in relief. As long as he could talk, he still had a chance. "Because I felt that this might be my chance."
"Your chance to kill the leader?" Angor was asking a question, but he sounded confident.
Previously, he had found a fatal wound on the leader's back. Moreover, there were no other injuries on the leader's body. In other words, it was very likely that he had died before the wandering apprentices escaped, and those escaping apprentices did not vent their anger on the leader's corpse. The leader's death wasn't caused by the wandering apprentices. It was more likely that he was attacked from behind when he was unprepared.
Angor already guessed that it might be the leader's henchman. Only henchmen could stand behind the leader.
At that time, the only trusted aide that the leader had brought into the prison was Little Tom.
"Yes. I killed the leader. But I thought that sir, you must be planning something by following us. Maybe you'll kill the leader in the end. But sir didn't do that, so I had to do it myself. "
"And the opportunity came very quickly. The leader found that the fat guard had fainted on the ground for some reason. When he squatted down to check, his back was exposed in front of me. I used the hidden dagger to stab his heart from behind."
When Little Tom talked about the experience of killing the team leader, there was obvious delight on his face.
"According to what you said, if I follow you and kill the leader, I will definitely kill you as well. Aren't you worried about that? "
Little Tom said, "I'm not worried because I'm prepared to die. As long as that man can die, I don't mind dying. "
Little Tom's expression was very calm, and his tone was also very calm. However, the determination hidden under that calmness was rather powerful.
"Did he have a grudge against you?"
Little Tom said, "Blood feud."
It seemed that little Tom entered the castle and became the leader's henchman just for revenge.
"If you're already prepared to die, why are you begging me now?" Angor pondered for a moment before continuing, "You're already prepared to die.
Tom didn't beat around the bush. "If possible, I want to live. Of course, if you choose to kill me, sir, I won't complain. "
Of course, Angor could tell that Tom was telling the truth.
Tom did want to die, but he also wanted to live.
"Since I didn't kill you back then, I won't kill you now."
Tom quickly knelt down. "Thank you, sir. I'm willing to be your servant."
"Do you think I'll accept a traitor as my servant?"
Tom didn't know what to say.
Tom might hate the leader, but he was still a traitor. In other people's eyes, he was still a traitor even if he had a good reason to do so.
And the wizard in front of him thought the same.
"Then …" Little Tom didn't know what to say. He spat out the syllable for a long time without saying anything else.
Angor spoke up, "But your inspiration is useful."
Angor gently poked Tom's forehead with a finger.
Little Tom's expression was dazed for a moment, but it quickly returned to normal.
Next, he cast a Heal on little Tom so that the boy would not bleed to death.
After receiving the treatment, Tom stood up, bowed to Angor, and left without saying anything.
When Tom's figure disappeared from the door, Lady Merlo, who had witnessed the entire conversation, asked out of curiosity, "You have something planned for him, sir?"
"It's not me who has plans for him. It's you who has plans for him."
Ms. Merlot was stunned for a moment, her face filled with confusion.
"He has a very high level of inspiration, which means his spiritual power level isn't bad. I told him to look for Old Potter. After you leave the castle, check his innate talent. If possible, check his background as well. If there are no problems, list him as one of the innate talents this time. "
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