The orange morning sun shone through the distant mountains, revealing half of its appearance.
Witch's Town, which had been bustling all night, finally welcomed daylight.
The chaos had subsided a little, but it wasn't a good thing. It meant that the guards of the Princess' Castle were in complete control of the town.
At this moment, on every street, there were guards standing guard at fixed intervals. The solemn atmosphere made the sky of Princess' Town hazy.
There were almost no pedestrians on the streets, and the people in the shops were also on tenterhooks.
They only knew that something had happened at the Princess' Castle, but no one knew what exactly had happened. However, from the current level of martial law, it wasn't a small matter.
Old Potter's little tavern benefited from his good relationship with the guards. Although there were still guards at the door, they weren't too serious. They even laughed and whispered to Old Potter.
After a while, Old Potter walked in from outside.
Lady Merlot immediately welcomed him, "What's the situation outside?"
"Not too good. I asked the guards, and they don't know the details. However, the Princess' Castle has already ordered that in the next few days, only external caravans are allowed to enter Princess' Town, and no one else is allowed to enter. This ban has little effect on official Magi. However, for the acolytes who live here, it's very tragic. "
Old Potter paused and whispered into Lady Merlot's ear, "I've known the guard outside for more than ten years, and our relationship isn't bad. He told me that a large group of guards have already left for the capital. If there are no accidents, they will soon send people over. At that time, the situation in Princess' Town will be even more serious, and even official Magi will be restricted. "
"He also advised me to leave if I can, and to hide in the shop if I can't."
Hearing Old Potter's words, Lady Merlot frowned. It was very difficult to leave at this moment, and it was also very difficult to hide.
"If we only went to the prison to save people yesterday, it wouldn't be like this. It seems that something big happened at the Princess' Castle last night. "A voice came from the side. It was Dorcas.
At some point, Dorcas had also walked close to Old Potter. From his conversation, one could tell that he had also heard Old Potter's words.
Old Potter said, "The guards don't know what exactly happened. However, they are all guessing that something might have happened to the Princess. That's because the one who gave the order this time wasn't the queen, but the Gray Crow Magus. "
Dorcas narrowed his eyes. "This guess shouldn't be baseless. Perhaps someone really did do something last night."
Dorcas purposely emphasized the word "someone".
Madam Merlot didn't understand what Dorcas was trying to say, but Old Potter did.
Old Potter was also a shrewd person. Even though he understood, he still pretended to be at a loss. Dorcas was an outsider, while Angor was a senior member of the same organization. Dorcas would not betray him.
"What should we do now?" Ms. Merlot looked back at the group of talents sleeping soundly on the table and asked worriedly.
Old Potter muttered to himself for a moment, "Let's stay here for now. Mister Padt told me that the wizard responsible for our guide's capture is already on his way here. "
"However, the tavern itself isn't very safe. Take the talent with you and we'll go to the secret room together." Old Potter saw Madam Merlot's puzzled look and explained, "Mister Padt set up illusions and magic arrays in the secret room. They're well-hidden enough to hold out until reinforcements from the organization arrive."
Madam Merlot's eyes lit up. Only those who experienced Angor's illusions would know how powerful they were.
The tavern was currently surrounded by illusions. The guards had come to check more than once, but they never found anything. Madam Merlot and the other talents were only several meters away from them, but the guards still looked as if they had gone blind. This was the result of an illusion. It was truly a miraculous illusion.
With Angor's help, they should be safe enough to protect them.
"They were already setting it up. Looks like the Super Dimensional Wizards were prepared for this." Dorcas said with a hidden meaning behind his words.
Old Potter pretended he didn't hear anything. He turned to Madam Merlot and said, "Follow me. Is Mister Padt done?"
Several minutes later.
Old Potter, Madam Merlot, and the other talents had all arrived at the door of the secret room, including Dorcas.
However, to their surprise, the door of the secret room was flickering with a faint radiance. The light formed a row of runes, which anyone who learned the common language of the continent could understand.
— Entry prohibited.
Everyone looked at Old Potter, who didn't know what was going on either. "Maybe it's not done yet. Let's wait."
They listened to Old Potter and waited in the hallway.
Red Sword Dorcas, on the other hand, looked at the door of the secret room with a serious expression. His spiritual senses told him that there seemed to be some incredible changes that had occurred inside …
…
After waiting for a long time, the runes on the door suddenly changed.
Previously, it was "Entry prohibited." Now, it was "Successful. Please come again."
Everyone, including Dorcas, had a series of question marks appear above their heads when they saw this row of words.
Pass the trial successfully? What did that mean?
Shouldn't something like that only appear in those evil ruins? Or the tower climbing activities in Floating Mech City?
Why did it appear on the door?
What's going on inside? What kind of magic array did Angor set up?
Dorcas looked at the door again. It looked normal yesterday. Why was it so mysterious today?
Not long after the runes appeared, the door was finally pushed open.
As the door opened, a hysterical female voice came from inside. "Next time, don't use me as your experiment subject! I've had enough! "
"You and Torras are the only ones I have with me. Or should I let Torras do the experiment?"
"Don't you have a hand on your shoulder?!"
"Dankros is just a kid. How can you let a kid do the experiment? Besides, Dankros isn't as experienced as you are. "
"What about the wind around you? And the shadow under your feet?"
"Eh, I didn't expect you to be so observant. They both have their own things to do. You're the best choice. "
As soon as he finished speaking, the female voice screamed and kicked open the door that had revealed a gap.
Because of how she was treated, Mandela really wanted to go outside and cause a scene so that Angor could clean up the mess. But when she kicked the door open, she didn't see the empty hallway. Instead, she saw a bunch of curious eyes staring at her.
The hallway wasn't wide to begin with, and now it was completely packed.
Mandela took a deep breath and spoke to Angor, who was one step behind her. "I'm going back to rest."
Angor smiled. "Why didn't you say so earlier? Do you want me to put you next to Torras?"
Mandela remained silent for a moment. "No need. I'm not that close to him yet."
"Why are you being so conservative all of a sudden?" Angor muttered and put Mandela back into his bracelet.
After Mandela was gone, Angor turned to the curious "crowd" outside the door.
"Why are you all here? Do you need something from me? "
Old Potter hurriedly stepped forward and explained the purpose of their visit.
"I see. The illusion and magic array are all set up. But there's a small problem."
"A small problem?" Old Potter was puzzled.
Angor frowned. "It's not a big deal. It's still working. You'll see soon enough."
He then looked at Dorcas. "What about you? What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be fighting Abelle's crowned parrot for a hundred rounds? Don't tell me you can't even last a hundred rounds? "
Dorcas' expression changed. "Are you underestimating me?"
"Of course not. I'll be the one underestimating you if I tell you the truth."
"So you're saying …"
Angor scratched his chin and glanced at Dorcas. "Well, you're prepared. You should be able to last twenty rounds."
Dorcas clenched his fists and didn't argue with Angor. Instead, he looked at Abelle, who was hiding behind Lady Merlo. "Hurry up and call that bastard parrot out. I want to see who's going to win!"
Abelle trembled and shrank her head even tighter. "Sir, you saw it. It fell asleep as soon as it came back. And it's not awake yet. "
"Then wake it up!"
"But it's injured. It needs to rest."
Before Dorcas could yell again, Angor interrupted, "What's wrong? Is the parrot hurt?"
Abelle nodded. "I don't know where it went last night. When it came back, there was a deep wound on its back. I treated it and it fell asleep. It hasn't woken up yet. "
"Can I take a look at it, if you don't mind?"
Abelle nodded and handed the basket to Angor.
Angor looked at the sleeping parrot in the basket. Compared to yesterday, the bird looked much dimmer now. Even its feathers had lost some of their luster.
The wound on its back was a bite wound. Judging from the strength and width of the bite, Angor guessed that it came from a medium-sized beast. For example, a large dog, a wolf, or a leopard.
The wound was treated, so Angor couldn't tell much about it. However, a medium-sized beast that could hurt the parrot was either a monster or a phantom beast.
And the closest place with a large number of free-range phantom beasts was the Forest of Phantom Beasts in Princess' Castle.
"Did he go to the Forest of Phantom Beasts?" Angor wondered.
"He most likely went to the Forest of Illusory Beasts." Dorcas chimed in, "Are you done yet? Give it to me when you're done. I'll show you who's the real king of verbal attacks. "
Angor ignored Dorcas and handed the parrot to Abelle. "It's stable now. Let it rest. We'll talk about the rest when it wakes up. "
Abelle sneaked a glance at Dorcas, who was still grimacing. "Okay."
Angor looked at Dorcas as well. "There's no need to rush. There are too many people here. If you lose … "
Dorcas gave Angor a cold look.
"Ahem. Or if the parrot loses, it won't look good. We'll fight again later. "
Dorcas humphed and didn't say anything else.
Angor was right. A verbal battle was indeed unsightly. It was better to fight in private. Besides, that bastard parrot knew a lot of things. It would be troublesome if it suddenly revealed something that talents didn't want to hear.
"I'll take your silence as a yes," Angor said. "Since you're here, let's go in together. The secret chamber I built should be enough to hold all of you."
As soon as Angor finished speaking, a row of runes slowly appeared on the door as if it had a mind of its own.
"Welcome. I'll prepare some delicacies for you at the end of the chamber. I hope you won't keep me waiting for too long."
Dorcas looked at the characters on the door and slowly turned to Angor. "A door spirit?"
Angor cleared his throat. "No, no. You can think of it as an artificial intelligence that has some problems with its logical calculations. "
Dorcas couldn't understand what Angor was talking about.
But he knew that this was only one of the mechanisms of the magic array.
"You'll be fine after we go in, right?" Old Potter asked worriedly. He still remembered the female spirit who argued with Angor earlier.
"Of course. I spent several hours checking the mechanism, and I'm sure no one will die under the normal procedure."
"What do you mean by 'normal'? Are there any abnormal procedures?" Lady Merlo asked.
Angor continued, "The normal procedure is that you go in and go to the end. Abnormal procedures mean that you have broken the door or damaged the wall. Such impolite behavior is not in accordance with the rules and will be punished. "
As for what the punishment is, I don't think you'll want to experience it. So, just follow the rules and follow the normal process. "
Old Potter: "Only that no one will die? Will they get hurt? "
"Their bodies won't get hurt."
Old Potter sighed in relief, but Dorcas quickly added, "You can just say that you won't get hurt. Why did you have to add a prefix? Isn't it obvious that the body won't get hurt, but something else, such as the mind? "
Dorcas' words made everyone nervous again. They all looked at Angor.
Angor glanced at Dorcas speechlessly. "If you don't want to accept anything, then you should just go home and be protected."
Angor leaned against the wall. "Are you coming in or not? I'll close the door if you don't."
Dorcas and Madam Merlot looked at each other. Without saying anything, they took the initiative to step through the door.
The other talents hesitated. But when they recalled Angor's mockery, their pride and dignity gave them the courage to enter.
In the end, only Angor and Dorcas were left outside.
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