Inside a secret room inside Old Potter's Tavern.
The first person Angor saw when he opened his eyes was Old Potter, who was standing not far away from him.
"What are you doing there?" Angor was confused.
"Is there something you haven't told me, mister?" Old Potter asked politely.
"That's all?" Angor rubbed his temples. "I told you, it's fine. Just do whatever you want. If you have any questions, you can ask someone else online. "
Old Potter's disappointment was visible to the naked eye. It was obvious that Old Potter still wanted to learn something from Angor.
"You can leave now. I have something else to do." Angor waved a hand and asked Old Potter to leave.
Old Potter could only nod his head as he opened the door, turning back every three steps as he prepared to leave.
Before Old Potter could close the door, Angor suddenly stopped him. "Oh right, there's something I forgot to tell you."
Old Potter quickly looked up with bright eyes. "Is there something you want to tell me, mister?"
Angor couldn't help but chuckle at Old Potter's excitement. "Do you really want something to do, or do you want me to tell you something about the dream wasteland?"
"Both. Both."
"Then I'm sorry to disappoint you. We can only talk about it in the dream wasteland. I won't tell you anything outside. If you run into me in the dream wasteland, I can tell you. But I can't do that in the real world. "
Angor made a simple gesture with his hand, which meant that he was doing this for the sake of caution.
Old Potter nodded and put on a serious look. "I see!"
After saying that, he made the same hand gesture.
Angor didn't care what Old Potter understood. If Old Potter really wanted to know something, he would have to go to the dream wasteland. But whether or not Old Potter could meet him in the dream wasteland was not up to the old man to decide.
"What is it, mister?" Old Potter slowly calmed down after he stopped talking about the dream wasteland.
"Brute Cavern will send someone to take care of things here in two days. Just cooperate with them for the first day. Don't worry about the rest, and don't go exploring." Angor continued, "If possible, stay away from Princess' Castle for now. Or, leave Princess' Town."
"The wind is about to rise, and the country is about to fall into chaos. If you stay here, even if you are a superhuman, you might be implicated. "
Old Potter replied, "But I still have my own mission."
Old Porter didn't say what the mission was, but Angor could guess. It was either to observe the chaos in Goman Kingdom or to report the strange movements of the royal family to Brute Cavern. In other words, Old Potter was a spy that had been placed here.
However, what Old Potter didn't know was that the things he was investigating were actually not important at all. The people at the top of the pyramid were well aware of the true chaos and the truth about Goman Kingdom.
Old Potter was only doing this to appease the spies in Brute Cavern.
Now that chaos was about to break out, the apprentice-level efforts could no longer be put on. There was also no need for Old Potter to continue staying here. It was best for him to leave the Goman Kingdom.
"Your mission will be canceled sooner or later."
Seeing Old Potter's confusion, Angor continued, "If you don't believe me, you can ask the investigators in two days if you still want to continue your mission."
"Your future is your own. Make your own decision."
Old Potter considered for a moment and nodded. "I understand. Thank you for the reminder, mister."
Angor continued, "Oh, right. I'll be leaving at dawn. Princess' Town might be turned upside down in the next two days. If you can find a place to hide, it's best if you and Lady Merlo do it together. If not, you can stay in this secret room. Before I leave, I'll set up an illusion here. As long as no truth-finder or illusionist is around, they shouldn't notice anything wrong. "
Old Potter sensed the murderous intent in Angor's words. This reminded him of Dorcas' question.
Did Angor really do something to Princess' Castle as Dorcas said?
As Old Potter was lost in his thoughts, Angor looked at him. "What's wrong?"
Old Potter quickly lowered his head. "No, I don't."
"Then go do what you need to do. Be prepared for all kinds of situations. I don't want you to run into trouble again and cause me to be called back to Goman Kingdom to deal with these trivial matters. "
Old Potter nodded seriously and left the room.
After Old Potter left, Angor took out an engraving pen, blood ink, and various consumables to set up a magic array in the secret room.
Angor told Old Potter that it was an illusion. However, if something unexpected really happened in Princess' Town, an illusion alone would not be enough. Therefore, the best solution was to combine an illusion with a magic array.
If Old Potter chose to stay here, this secret room would be safe for the time being, which would give him a chance to log into the dream wasteland and ask for help.
If Old Potter left the tavern, this secret room could be used as a secret hideout for Brute Cavern. After registering at the questing hall, this secret hideout could provide some protection for the members of Goman Kingdom in the future.
While taking out the materials, he also summoned Mandela to join him.
However, Mandela did not speak right away. She sat quietly on the side, thinking about something.
The obscure and dark aura on her body gradually floated, making her seem as if she had turned into a pitch-black shadow.
When Angor was almost done with the magic array, Mandela finally came to her senses. However, Mandela still did not speak. Instead, she stared at Angor with a complicated expression, which included disgust, disgust, and hesitation.
Mandehara remained silent. Angor suddenly looked at Mandehara. "I have an idea. Can you lend me some of your energy?"
Mandela was surprised. "My energy is still mixed. It still contains the smell of corruption."
"Don't worry. You can filter it first."
Without waiting for Mandela's permission, Angor used his spirit feelers to pull away half of the dark aura around Mandela.
After losing the darkness aura, Mandela's soul felt empty. If he wanted to recover, he would need to rest for a few more days. Even so, Mandebra did not stop him. If it were her old self, she would fight for every bit of power she could get. But now, she also craved power, but not this kind of power that could make her lose her mind.
After borrowing Mandebra's spiritual energy, Angor picked up his pen and used it to draw on the ceiling in an even and gentle manner.
As soon as the rune was finished, a thick, gloomy aura began to fill the area.
Mandela took a deep breath and felt her soul rejoicing. "This is the aura for nurturing dead souls. You're going to do that here?"
"You'll see soon enough."
Next, Angor did something that Mandebra couldn't understand. Soon, the gloomy aura began to change subtly. The smell of death was gone, replaced by something pure and purified. It became calmer and more peaceful. It could still nurture dead souls, but now, it was more versatile. Even living beings could find peace here.
"What's this?"
"Dead Silence Rune," Angor explained, "A rune used to nurture dead souls. But I changed it a little and borrowed your energy. Your energy is special. It's filled with death aura, but it also feels like it's coming back to life. "
"Just as I thought. A little change and some filtering, and it's a new effect."
Mandela did not understand Angor's explanation at all. She only felt that it was a great idea. Hence, she was very curious about the effects of the mageweath after it was modified.
"What effect? Can't you feel it? "
Angor gave Mandela a strange look and took out a wilted apple from his bracelet. He did not know when the apple got here. Judging from the beak marks on it, it must have been left behind by Toby when he was eating something in the bracelet.
He tossed the apple to the corner of the room.
He then pointed at the apple. "You can feel it now, right?"
Mandela sensed it for a moment, then turned back and said, "This is … food preservation?"
Angor nodded. "What do you think? Not bad, right?"
Angor did not wait for Mandehara's reply. He continued to draw other magic arrays while speaking proudly, "I got this idea from Metal Dance magazine. There are a lot of useful alchemy tricks in the magazine, but they're too complicated. I just need to modify them a little, and they're pretty good."
Mandela really wanted to complain. You took my energy just to preserve food?
But she did not want to get rid of the energy anyway, so she decided to let it be. But why did Angor need to draw magic arrays to preserve food?
"Because you didn't kill the princess. To prevent the chaos in Princess' Town, our men got hurt here. I'm going to modify this secret room so that we can stay in it for a long time. "
"Since we're going to stay here for a long time, we need to consider the quality of life." Angor chuckled. "That's also from Metal Dance."
"… What kind of dishonest magazine is this?" Mandela asked.
"Crooked ways? I think it's interesting. "
Mandela let out a long sigh, "But do you Magi need to eat every day like normal humans?"
Angor was surprised.
Huh?! She had a point!
A level-1 apprentice was already strong enough to endure hunger, and level-2 and level-3 apprentices were even stronger. As for wizards, they could go without food as long as they had enough energy to nourish their blood.
"Also, when I went to the Rose Aquarium with Torras, the chef, Azaz, said that apprentices usually learn Mana Bread when they go out on a journey. As long as you learn this gourmet magic trick, even a level-1 apprentice won't go hungry."
Angor already felt like he was being stabbed by an arrow. Now, when Mandela mentioned Mana Bread, he felt as if another arrow had pierced his heart.
"So, why do you need to do these useless things?"
Faced with Mandhaela's question, the air suddenly became silent.
After a long moment of silence, Angor slowly explained, "A magic array is a whole, which requires the cooperation of various runes, and there are also situations where the runes don't fit together. The current mageweath is very compatible with the entire Magic Array. That's why I inscribed this mageweath. "
"Is that so?" Mandela narrowed his eyes.
"Of course. Also, the runes can nourish the soul. Why do you want to keep them fresh? That's not worth mentioning at all. "
Mandela didn't know what to say. You're the one who brought this up first.
"Forget it. You don't know anything about magic arrays, so I won't blame you. You're more interested in Torras' answer than these trivial things, right? "
Anyone could see that Angor was trying to change the topic, but Mandela didn't hesitate to take the bait.
All of his attention was focused on Angor.
"You're the one who spent the most time with Torras, and you're the one who spent the most time with Torras. You should know him very well. "
"Let's not talk about his reaction for now. I really want to know, based on your understanding of him, how do you think he will react when you leave this time?"
Mandela remained silent for a moment. "I don't think so."
"Bingo," said Angor.
Mandela didn't look happy at all. Instead, his expression turned sour.
Angor raised an eyebrow. "You said it yourself, didn't you? You already guessed his reaction."
Mandela lowered his head again. "I thought something unexpected would happen."
"If your life is full of surprises, you won't be able to do anything serious. Think about it. How long has it been since you left? How do you expect him to react in such a short time? Is he going to look around frantically? Or is he going to cry and ask where you are?
"Imagine yourself. How do you think your family will react if you leave them for half a day?"
"I don't have any family." Mandela's eyes darkened.
"It's fine. Think about it yourself. Half a day isn't that long."
Mandehara agreed with Angor's words. She had to leave for half a day to see how Torras would react to her departure. That was a bit too much.
"Then I won't be online for a few days. Can you —"
"Nope." Angor refused without hesitation. "I'm very busy right now. Not only do I have to help you with the Queen's Castle, but I also have a quest at the Sandworm Market. I don't have time to play games with you. I just need your help this time, so I'm making a deal with you. But there won't be a next time. "
After a while, Mandehila said, "Alright, I'll go take a look myself."
"Then … Torras didn't mention me at all?" Mandela was still a little unwilling to give up, and he continued, "Then … Torras didn't mention me at all?"
Angor considered. "No. I told him that you won't be online for a few days."
Mandela's eyes lit up. "What did he say?"
"He said he already knew," said Angor. Then he told me that he wanted to go back to Foundation City, so I sent him away. "
He was planning to give Torras a better answer, but since Mandela already shot two arrows at him, he decided not to do so and simply told Mandela what he knew.
Angor thought Mandela would be sad, but to his surprise, Mandela actually looked happy.
"He went back to Foundation City as soon as I left," Manderhaera muttered to himself, "and he went back to Foundation City right after I left. As I thought, he always feels bored when I'm not around. He won't feel lonely if I'm around. "
Angor's expression turned strange as he listened to Mandela's ridiculous story.
He thought Mandela would be hurt by Torras's words. He didn't expect her to come up with such a story.
Moreover, it seemed to make sense.
But he knew the truth. Torras didn't even think about Manderhaera at all.
Should he tell her the truth?
Angor looked at Mandela, who was smiling happily and lost herself in her own thoughts. After thinking for a while, Angor decided not to ruin her dream.
The others were fine, but Mandehila's situation was special.
For her, having a little bit of hope was better than losing all hope.
Besides, it wasn't like her dreams couldn't come true.
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