The wheels rumbled with a fixed frequency as they drove all the way to the unknown depths of the earth's core. As the train moved forward, Angor could see several candles flickering on the walls of the dark tunnel.
Half an hour later, the train arrived at a large underground world.
Angor was shocked by the sheer size of the place. He was surrounded by forests, streams, and wild animals. He couldn't even see the end of the place. If he didn't see it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have realized that he was underground.
Angor stuck his head out of the train window and looked up. He couldn't see the top, but everything was as bright as day.
"There are some plants at the top that are connected to the ground. They absorb sunlight from the outside and send it to the core. At night, they can also absorb some light from the moon and stars, bathing the world in starlight, "Prome said. Prome sighed. "Due to the brutality of the underground races, the people in Darkivil Empire are fierce and violent. Criminals from all over the world gather here. But I have to admit that the wonders of this dimension are a gift from the heavens to the underground humans."
Subterraneans were actually called Subterraneans, one of the branches of the "Homo" species. They were also called "humans", but they were different from the "Sapiens" species.
From the naked eye, the height of the Subasians was lower than that of the Sapiens. Although there were Subasians that were more than two meters tall, the average height of the Subasians was generally lower than that of the Sapiens and the Karabits.
Just like the "Sapiens" species, Subterraneans had different personalities. Some were kind, while others were evil. However, most of them were evil. Besides, there were few resources underground, so they had to fight for them. This was why they were so fierce.
As soon as Angor got off the train, he saw how fierce these people were.
Someone knew that there were supernaturals on the train, but he still dared to steal from an apprentice. When he was caught, the apprentice burned him into ashes with a fire spell.
Of course, there were only a few mortals who dared to steal from supernaturals. Most of the mortals would have respectful expressions when they saw superhumans and avoid them from a distance.
The train station was located at the northern outskirts of Midnight Sovereign. Angor could see the outline of the capital city of Darkivil Empire from afar.
The city covered a large area with various buildings. Angor couldn't see the edge of the city. He briefly compared the capital of Midnight Sovereign with the cities in China back on Earth. Midnight Sovereign's infrastructure, population, and size were nothing compared to the first-tier cities in China. It was probably a second-tier city at best.
Even so, it was still one of the few huge cities in the Southern Region.
The smell of oil and smoke came and choked him. He covered his nose and frowned. Only then did he realize that someone was burning some sort of flammable, dirty gas in the steam boiler in the train station.
Upon closer inspection, he discovered that a thick layer of black ash could be seen on the leaves of the plants in the suburbs. The air was also filled with a large amount of dust.
"Ever since Yirong's railway was built into Midnight Sovereign, the air quality in the core has deteriorated. Mortal vehicles can only travel by polluting the air like this. I have to say, they're short-sighted. "Prome saw Angor looking at the boiler and walked closer to explain.
"At least we have better transportation, which makes economic exchanges easier," said Angor.
"This is one of the few benefits." Prome pointed at the city in the distance. "Let's go. We'll cause a commotion if we stay in mortal territory. Let's go to Twilight Well first. At least the air there is better than here."
Before Angor could understand what "commotion" meant, he saw a group of men and women dressed like nobles rushing to the train station with several children in tow. They were sweating profusely and panting heavily.
When the group of nobles saw those who were dressed in shining clothes, they pulled their children and knelt in front of them. Then, they knelt down themselves and muttered, "Sir, please accept my child. Look at how fair and tender this child is. He will definitely grow up to be a handsome young man in the future. It would be good even if he could be a constable!"
Angor finally understood. They were here to ask for a teacher. There were dozens of apprentices in the train, but apart from Prome, all of them were below level-2. They probably wouldn't be able to make a name for themselves. Besides, becoming a supernatural wasn't something that could be done by fate. It required talent.
Mortals didn't understand this. They only hoped that their children could become wizards so that they could protect their families for several generations.
No wonder wizards would hide their talents even when they were mortals. Otherwise, they wouldn't attract so much attention.
Prome's luxurious clothes made him the target of the nobles' worship. When Prome saw the group of people running toward him, he sighed and patted his sleeves, preparing to deal with them. If he didn't want to spend more time with Angor, he would have come here on his flying vehicle instead of being surrounded by mortals.
Based on Prome's personality, he would've sent these mortals flying dozens of meters away before they could even get close to him. However, Prome had learned from Dave that Angor was a gentle person who treated mortals with kindness. So, in order not to offend Angor, Prome decided to talk to these mortals casually.
Prome was ready to act like a "master" and wait for the mortals to kneel. However, before they could get close, he heard a loud noise coming from a boiler nearby.
"Did the boiler explode?" Prome was surprised.
Everyone looked at the boiler, including the nobles.
Layers of thick, white smoke rose from the boiler and covered the entire train station in a few seconds.
Faint murmurs could be heard from the surroundings. "This smoke is too big. Mortal things are trash."
"Yeah, let's get out of here."
"Wait, I can't see anything. Let me use a wind spell to disperse the smoke. Wait, wait! That's not normal smoke. Wind can't move it at all. "
Prome frowned. Before he could figure out what was going on, he felt someone patting him on the back.
With that, all the smoke in front of him disappeared. The white smoke, the loud noise, and the explosion were all fake! There was still some smoke in the air, but he could still see clearly.
"Angor, next time you want to use an illusion, you should tell me in advance. You scared me." Dave walked over. "If you didn't pat me on the back, I would've run away already."
Prome finally realized that it was Angor who patted him.
"That's an illusion?" Prome didn't notice it at first. Now that he thought about it, he realized something was wrong. An explosion shouldn't cause so much smoke, and the smoke was dispersing too fast.
There were clearly so many inconsistencies, so why didn't he see through it earlier? Prome looked at Angor in shock.
"A simple illusion. Just in case those nobles come after us again. Let's go. "Angor gestured to Prome.
Prome nodded.
As they walked out of the train station, they heard people cursing and swearing on the platform.
"Something's wrong, this isn't real fog!" "This is an illusion, someone is using illusions!" "F * ck, who's fooling around, using illusions here!" "How do we break this illusion? Shouldn't it disappear when we see through it? Why is the smoke still here? "
David turned his head and saw a group of level-2 apprentices performing a 'mime' on the train platform. His heart flashed with a trace of shock. Did he just use an illusion to trap so many people?! And there were so many people who were stronger than Angor!
Luckily, Angor was Dave's friend. Dave believed that Angor would end up in the same situation as the people on the platform. Even if he noticed something wrong, he would not be able to do anything.
"What about them, Angor?" Dave pointed at the apprentices who were still dancing around the train station.
Angor shrugged. "My illusion only covers a small area. They just need to walk out. Or if one of them finds the illusion nodes and breaks them, the illusion will also disappear. "
"Then what about the mortals?"
"The magic I used only lasted for five minutes. They'll be fine after that, "Angor said.
Prome also praised Angor. "Your illusions are amazing. If you climb the tower now, you won't need to rely on your alchemy weapons or Toby."
Angor waved a hand. "If I use too many illusions, people will be wary of me. Besides, I don't have enough firepower, so I need to rely on my alchemy weapons. "
While they were talking, Angor sensed that the illusion behind him was starting to crack.
"Someone found the nodes." Angor raised an eyebrow. He was planning to find out who found the illusion nodes so quickly. But on second thought, he realized that he would be in big trouble if someone found out that he was the one who released the illusion. "Forget it. Let's go."
Not long after they left, a group of apprentices with dusty faces rushed out of the building.
"Which son of a bitch did this? Let's fight! "
"I'm not leaving until I'm done with you!"
No matter how much they yelled, the troublemaker was already far away.
Behind them, a woman who was covered in leaves and branches spoke to someone beside her in a soft voice, "That illusion is called Melodious Illusion … I think you learned that cantrip before."
"Yes, Melodious Illusion. However, the person who set up this illusion technique was far more brilliant than I was. They used some unknown method to mask our sense of dissonance. If it weren't for the fact that they didn't continue to manipulate our senses, it would've been very difficult for me to break this spell technique. " The person who spoke was a sexy beauty who wore a lustrous veil and only used a purple silk cloth to wrap around her twin peaks and perky buttocks. "I dare say that the illusion just now was definitely set up by a real illusionist. Furthermore, it was definitely someone with an extremely high talent. That kind of feeling where even one's subjective judgment was blinded isn't something that just anyone can do."
"Someone from the School of Illusions … If I remember correctly, there are quite a number of people from the School of Illusions in the mystical realm. I wonder who did it," the woman in the leafy dress said in a low voice.
"No blood. Looks like the nobles are too annoying. That's why they set up the illusion. That's good. Not only did it scare the mortals, but it also showed those young apprentices who are always spoiled by mortals. " She leaned on her friend's shoulder and said, "Oh, my dear Lady Daichese, didn't you say you found a rare treasure? Why don't you show it to me later? "
Daichese shook her head. "Don't even think about it, Anna. I'm going to trade it for an Intermediate White Orchid Potion. If I show it to you, you're going to steal it. "
Anna pouted. "What kind of treasure is that? I can't even look at it. "
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