With two wizards and a clone who was one of the most powerful wizards in the wizarding world, the Demon Craftsman would not die even if he wanted to.
Fifteen minutes later, the Demon Craftsman regained his ability to move.
Following You Shang's hint, the Demon Craftsman quickly took out his magic hut and invited everyone inside.
In the wizarding world, entering a stranger's hut was considered a taboo because no one knew what traps were hidden inside. Alchemists' huts, in particular, contained all kinds of traps.
However, this taboo only applied to people of the same level or with similar strength. There was no way they would be afraid of a level-2 apprentice's hut.
Without any hesitation, they entered the hut.
The Demon Craftsman's hut did contain traps, but he did not dare to activate them. In particular, he noticed that the red-haired Magus, who had pleaded for him earlier, was looking in three different directions before, during, and after entering the door. Those were the traps the Demon Craftsman asked his teacher to set up.
Not only were they not afraid of traps, but they also knew where the traps were.
The Demon Craftsman did not dare to act rashly. The Demon Craftsman only gave You Shang a vicious glare. You Shang did not mind at all. Instead, he began to plan his next move.
You Shang entered the hut before the Demon Craftsman. As soon as he entered, he began to flatter Angor, who was standing in the middle of the hut.
There was only one reason for the compliment, which was to ask Angor to let him go. Angor could erase or delete his memories, either way. You Shang's only request was not to touch the memories related to the Oath of Life. If anyone did, he would die for sure.
You could say that You Shang's survival instincts were at their maximum. If Angor wanted to, he could even read You Shang's childhood memories to You Shang. Even without reading the memories of the Oath of Life, it would still take a lot of courage to make such a decision.
The Demon Craftsman came in after You Shang. He was stunned when he saw what You Shang did. He did not expect You Shang to go this far. But when he thought about it carefully, he realized that the enemy was so powerful that they could kill them as easily as squashing ants. If he still wanted to maintain his dignity in front of such a powerful figure, he would really die trying.
With this in mind, the Demon Craftsman hesitated for a moment and followed You Shang's example.
Angor was speechless when he saw both of them asking to erase their memories.
He had just entered the Magic Hut and was still exploring to see if there was anything they needed in the hut. But before he could even begin to explore, these two people came to him one after another.
You Shang's words were exactly the same … or rather, the Demon Craftsman completely copied You Shang's words. Angor's ears were buzzing.
Angor pinched his forehead. "That's enough, you two. Just follow my orders, we don't. "
The Demon Craftsman did not know what was going on here. You Shang of Life of Life of the Life of Life of Life of Life of Life of Life to speak. Therefore, You Shang hurriedly said, "Then, Sir, I, I will wait outside. I guarantee that no one will run around. "
Everyone knew what You Shang was trying to do. He was afraid that he would hear some secret and get himself into trouble, so the best way was to leave the magic hut as soon as possible and act like a wooden man without smelling anything.
Angor did not plan to give You Shang a hard time. Besides, You Shang had already done what he could, and the rest had nothing to do with him. Angor sent a strand of nightmare energy into You Shang's forehead and asked him to leave.
After You Shang left, everyone looked at the only one who was still trembling in fear — the Demon Craftsman.
The Demon Craftsman's legs were trembling, but his face was strangely red. Angor saw it and knew it was Dorcas' doing. When Angor asked Dorcas to help the Demon Craftsman recover, Dorcas must have done something.
However, it was nothing serious. The excess blood would not affect the body. At most, the Demon Craftsman would feel a little frustrated. It was similar to … the feeling of insatiable lust. The Demon Craftsman wanted to vent, but there was no way to do so. He could only wait for his body to digest the blood on its own.
Angor glanced at Dorcas, who was still proudly holding his head high and using his eyes to say, "What do you think? Nice work, right?"
Angor did not say anything. He only changed his impression of Dorcas in his mind. Can't stand other people showing off in front of him. Hmm … a little narrow-minded.
But these were not important details. Let's get back to the main topic.
While the Demon Craftsman was still in a daze, Angor told him why they came.
"The desk?" It wasn't until Angor showed him the illusion of a crow that he finally realized what was going on.
"I remember now. Yes, there is such a thing." With this memory trigger, more memories began to flow out.
The Demon Craftsman recounted everything that had happened, including what had happened to the table. He didn't hide a single detail.
However, it did not go well.
At first, Angor thought the Demon Craftsman was smart enough to take away the desk. But when the Demon Craftsman told his own story, he realized that the desk was made from a rare plant material.
Although he also saw some strange marks on the table, as well as some inexplicable patterns, the magician didn't take it seriously at all. He directly treated it as a good material and refined it.
Since the desk was not small, the Demon Craftsman tried to make three staffs. However, he failed twice and only managed to make one. Even so, the Demon Craftsman was happy to see this staff, which could increase the efficiency of elements, as one of his masterpieces.
Later, the staff was sold at the market in Biron Tree Garden for an "exorbitant" price of nearly 200 magic crystals.
As for the wasted materials, the Demon Craftsman disposed of them.
In other words, the desk was completely broken down, and no one could find its real body.
No one expected such an outcome. But then again, the Demon Craftsman was only an apprentice alchemist. It was already good enough that he could recognize magic materials, so it was not surprising that he could do something like this.
"Are you not going to hand over the items that you've collected from the ruins? Did you use them for yourself? "Angor was confused.
The Demon Craftsman replied, "Normally, only items with unknown uses that are obviously extraordinary will be handed over. This desk is a magic material, for example. "
The Demon Craftsman paused for a moment before continuing, "At least in my eyes, it's just a magic material, so I don't need to hand it in."
The Demon Craftsman also noticed that the desk was special, but he did not notice it at all. In the end, he treated it as an ordinary material.
The Demon Craftsman did not feel disappointed. If he did find something special about the desk, he would have to give it to the organization. This was the restriction of his oath.
Since the Demon Craftsman did not find anything special about the desk, he only treated it as a magic material, which allowed him to earn 200 magic crystals.
Perhaps this was the fortune brought by his "ignorance".
"Ignorance" brought luck to the magician back then. Would it do the same to Angor's group now?
The Demon Craftsman took a deep breath and put on a serious expression as if he was waiting for his final judgment.
From his point of view, his life or death was now in the hands of this red-haired Magus in front of him.
However, the wizard did not speak for a long time. Was he thinking about how to deal with him?
Unfortunately, the Demon Craftsman was overthinking. Angor never wanted to kill him. He was not an enemy, and he did not cross his bottom line. Besides, the Demon Craftsman already told him everything. Angor had no reason to kill him, other than showing off.
Of course, Angor's judgment was based on his personal values.
The others, including Dorcas and the Dark Earl, did not intend to kill the Demon Craftsman either. For one thing, Angor was the leader of the team, so his decision was final, which included the Demon Craftsman's life. For another thing, it was pointless to kill a mere apprentice.
There was a huge gap between official Magi and acolytes, which made them not take Magicsmiths seriously. Whether they lived or died, it didn't matter to them.
As for why Angor did not speak for a long time, it was because he was discussing the next step with the others through the Spirit Bond.
The Demon Craftsman destroyed the desk completely, but the fact that the desk was made by a Demon Craftsman proved that there was nothing special about it.
The real secret was probably the runes and symbols on the desk.
If this assumption was correct, they did not need to find the desk at all. They only needed to check the memories of those who saw the desk to find out what was carved on it.
Many people saw the desk, but most of them were mortals. Forcibly checking their memories would cause them great harm.
But it was different for the Magician. He was an Extraordinaire and had already constructed a small portion of his mental power model. Even if his memories were searched, under the stability of his mental power model, there would not be too much damage.
Besides, the Demon Craftsman and Traveling Merchant both asked to have their memories erased. They did not even need to find a reason. They could just use the excuse to check the Demon Craftsman's memory.
As for why they did not ask the Demon Craftsman what was carved on the desk? The Demon Craftsman already told them the answer, but he did not remember it clearly.
Memories were strange things. If you thought you could not remember them clearly, it was because your memory would deposit redundant and unimportant memory fragments into the depths of your mind. If you really wanted to dig, you could even find your childhood memories, let alone the marks on the desk.
Apprentices could not piece together their memories because of their weak spirit sea. Wizards, however, were different.
This was why all formal wizards were masters of memory. Wizards like Sunders could retrieve hundreds of years' worth of memories at any time, just like those with hyperthymesia.
While the Demon Craftsman was still waiting for the "death sentence", Angor slowly spoke up.
"Alright. Since the desk is destroyed, we'll let it go. However, I don't want anyone to know that we came here. Go find Traveling Merchant. I'll modify your memories, and you can all go back. "
Although his memories would be altered, the magician wasn't unhappy at all. If his memories were altered, then so be it. After all, his memories today were just nightmares. It was fine as long as he could keep his life.
But …
"Mister, may I have a request before you do that?"
"If you want to swear a death oath, I won't do it."
The Demon Craftsman quickly shook his head. "It has nothing to do with the oath. It's a personal matter."
After a while, the Demon Craftsman finished speaking and went out to look for the traveling merchant.
Angor rubbed his swollen temples and did not know what to say. Apart from Black Earl, everyone else also shared the same expression.
This was all because of the Demon Craftsman's request.
They thought that the Demon Craftsman's request was no small matter, but in reality, it was … no small matter.
The Demon Craftsman wanted to find the mortals who saw him being humiliated before and use a special Oath of Oblivion to make them forget what happened today.
The Oath of Oblivion was quite valuable. Besides, the Oath of Oblivion would not affect a mortal's memory for even one day.
The Demon Craftsman only had one goal in mind. He did not care about anything else, but he must not lose his cool. Especially in front of ordinary people, he couldn't drop it!
It was not a big deal, and it would not affect the lives of mortals. Angor was still complaining about the Demon Craftsman's stubbornness, but he still agreed.
"I don't see many people like this …" Wade finally spoke up.
The others did not say anything, but they all agreed in their minds.
Black Earl, on the other hand, did not look surprised at all. "What's the big deal? There are plenty of weirdos in this world. I'll give you an example. There's an old guy called Silencer. You think he's a man of few words? But in fact … "
"Ahem, Mister Black Earl, please don't talk about irrelevant things," Angor said.
Angor knew that Rein's personality did not match his title, but it was still a private matter of Brute Cavern, and it was better not to gossip about it.
"I'm just giving you an example. How is that irrelevant?" Black Earl huffed in dissatisfaction.
Angor considered for a moment. "Actually, I talked to Mister Rein before I came here. Mister Rein spoke highly of you, Mister Black Earl."
Angor purposely emphasized his words.
Black Earl knew what Angor was implying. "What? That old man wants to expose my secrets? Let me tell you, I'm not afraid. If he really wants to do that, I'll go write an article for 'Forest of Time' and expose everything he's done. "
Black Earl cursed again, but he did not mention Rein again. It seemed Angor's threat was effective.
However, there were always people who liked to stir up trouble.
When Black Earl stopped cursing, Dorcas quickly added, "I don't think 'Forest of Time' accepts articles like this. Why don't you submit it to 'Firefly's Night Whisper' instead? Oh, I know a witch from 'Forest of Night'. How about I mail it out for you when you're done? I'm sure it'll go viral in the next issue."
Dorcas' "I'm doing this for your own good" look left Black Earl speechless.
He said that it was an exposé, but it was purely for show. If he really did it, he and Rhine would probably fight to the death, and it would not end.
Looking at Dorcas's instigation, the Dark Earl suddenly felt a little embarrassed. If he refused, it would mean he was a coward, and Dorcas would laugh at him. But if he did not, the consequences would be even worse.
As Black Earl tried to figure out how to deal with this, he heard footsteps coming from outside.
Angor said, "The Magician and the traveling merchant are here. Let's get down to business. Also, let's not talk about irrelevant things. If we do, someone might want to taste the feeling of being swallowed by a shadow. "
Angor purposely glared at Dorcas as he spoke.
This guy didn't mind things getting out of hand and loved to watch the show. He even dared to stir up trouble about Black Earl and Rein. If Angor did not stop him in time, he would get into trouble sooner or later.
Dorcas, on the other hand, was laughing in a carefree manner. He had already forgotten about the joke. Did Angor start to care about him? Did he get enough affection points already?
We're friends now, right?
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