Angor did not say anything. Instead, he remained silent.
Black Earl thought Angor was weighing the pros and cons, so he gave Angor some time to think about it.
A moment later, Angor spoke in a soft voice, "Sir, you don't need to test me. What do I know about the Noah Clan? I've only heard some gossip. It won't have any effect on this exploration. "
Angor was probably telling the truth. If it did, Sunders wouldn't allow the Noah Clan to follow him. As for setting up a trap? That was impossible. Their arrival was completely accidental. Besides, with his current strength, even if it was a harmless trap, his Intuition could easily detect it.
However, even if Angor only knew some unimportant information, Count Dark still wanted to know.
After all, the Demon Cult clearly recorded the mysterious ancestor of the Noah Clan on the table. Maybe Angor knew something about that ancestor?
"You sure you don't want to know how Sunders created his moving illusion? If you only heard some gossip, I'll give you a secret in exchange. You won't lose anything. "
Angor shook his head again. "No need. Even if you don't tell me, sir, I already know the truth."
Earlier, Angor stayed silent for a while. At that time, Black Earl thought Angor was considering whether to make the deal or not. But in fact, Angor was trying to figure out the "secret" mentioned by Black Earl.
Count Dark didn't tell Angor anything about this secret, but Angor knew Sunders well enough to know about it.
There must be a reason why Sunders didn't teach him moving illusions. He didn't even mention it.
Besides, Sunders had no reason to keep it a secret.
So what was the reason?
Was Angor not strong enough? Probably not. He was a wizard now, and he was only one step away from becoming a truth-finder. Besides, even if it was because of his strength, why couldn't Sunders tell him in advance?
Since Black Earl dared to tell him, it meant it had nothing to do with his strength.
Another reason Angor could think of was that Sunders didn't want Angor to learn his moving illusions.
In other words, Sunders' moving illusions had drawbacks. Moreover, the benefits were extremely small, but the drawbacks were unbelievably huge.
Otherwise, Sunders would have mentioned it.
Sunders once told him that in order to connect to the Nightmare Realm, he completely cut off his Nightmare Form talent. Although he gained the qualification to enter the Nightmare Realm, he lost the ability to progress further.
Since Sunders was willing to talk about such things but not moving illusions, the answer was obvious.
He was afraid that even if Angor knew that it was a drawback, Angor would still follow it for various reasons.
Angor happened to hear something about it.
"Oh? You know about it? "Count Dark was puzzled." Did Sunders tell you? "
"No. But you did mention that you once worked with your elemental companions, but for various reasons, they didn't work well together. As for me, it's because I happen to be compatible with the demon's attributes that I was able to successfully release this moving illusion. "
"Combining these two factors, we can basically infer that if you want to perfectly release the moving illusion, you only need to find a suitable person."
The Black Earl's voice suddenly became distant, "Then do you know who this person is?"
"Sir said that the one who knows you best is your enemy," Angor said. "I think that's not true. The one who knows you best is yourself first, and then your enemy. Otherwise, if you don't even know yourself, you'll have wasted your life."
Angor didn't say anything else after that. However, his words had already revealed who that person was.
Count Dark gave Angor a thoughtful look and chuckled. "I guess I shouldn't have said too much. I shouldn't have told you so much about moving illusions.
But I didn't expect that you've met another Sunders. "
Count Dark admitted that Angor's guess was correct. Sunders could use the moving illusion perfectly because of his other self inside his body.
The other self looked exactly like Sunders, but with a more evil aura.
Count Dark continued, "Sunders wouldn't have let him out unless he had no other choice. And you've seen him before, which means you were in a very bad situation and could die at any time. Sunders couldn't spare you, so he had to send him to you? "
Angor didn't know what to say.
Sure enough, he was an old monster. With just a casual thought, he was able to deduce the situation back then.
Since Angor remained silent, Count Dark knew he was right. "Since you already know the secret, we can't exchange information anymore. Let's call it a day."
Count Dark didn't expect Angor to be so smart as well.
If Sumesh, one of Sunders' students, was the one to answer this question, he wouldn't think that Sunders was the real Sunders, even if he did meet another Sunders.
Count Dark now agreed that Angor's sudden rise to the top of the southern wizarding region was not a coincidence.
Angor's achievement might have been due to luck, but it was still inevitable.
Angor's voice came from the other side of the Spirit Bond. "Sir, you told me about moving illusions, which is a kind of exchange of information. I can tell you one thing, Sir. I don't know the relationship between this place and the Noah Clan. I just happened to know that there used to be a person with the surname Noah here. "
Count Dark was surprised. He thought Angor was going to keep the secret to himself, but he didn't expect Angor to reveal it.
"Who is the man with the surname Noah?"
"I'm sure you already know who he is, sir. I won't tell you since I'm an outsider. If this Noah Clan member is still alive, it's a sin to call him by his name. "
Angor didn't say who it was, but Count Dark was sure of it.
It must be him, the most mysterious and legendary ancestor in the first class of Noah's genealogy — Augustine Noah.
"You don't want to share your 'coincidence' with me, do you?"
"I can, but not now."
Angor could tell Count Dark something about Augustine, but not about what happened in the Nightmare Realm. Instead, he told Count Dark about how he met Augustine when he was making the key. Of course, the premise of all this was that behind the wall was related to Augustine.
If the destination of the key had nothing to do with the Noah Clan, then he didn't need to tell Count Dark about it. But that wasn't likely. Augustine was in charge of the alchemy omen himself. If the omen had nothing to do with Augustine, Angor could only say that he was unlucky enough to encounter the most difficult omen yet again.
"Then I'll look forward to it." Count Dark didn't ask for an answer right away. He enjoyed the process of "looking forward". It had been a long time since he looked forward to something so much.
When he reached the end, he would share his knowledge with his true self, and his true self would enjoy the adventure just like him.
…
Angor and Count Dark kept talking in an "encrypted" way, which frustrated the others. They also wanted to hear some gossip.
Besides, they were surrounded by mutated squirrels. If they didn't say something to distract them, they wouldn't be able to handle it. It wasn't that they were scared. It was just that the mutated squirrels were too ugly.
Beautiful creatures were all similar, while ugly creatures were all ugly in their own ways.
They were so ugly that they couldn't bear to look at them. They were so ugly that they could pollute one's mind.
This was the Mutated Scavenger Squirrel's physical attack.
"Speaking of which, why are there so many mutated squirrels here? How do they survive?" Khael asked curiously, "They must have sensed Mister Red Sword's scent and chased after us like crazy. It looks like they feed on living creatures. But I don't think there are enough living creatures around here to satisfy their needs. "
"Maybe they went back to the sewers. There must be a lot of monsters in there," Dorcas said.
"They stink, but I don't smell anything from the sewers," Vaey said and sniffed around. Of course, he didn't smell anything. Angor even set up a Purification Field in the illusion.
"Such a large group must be the result of years of reproduction. I'm really curious, how do they usually live?"
Count Dark spoke up as soon as Khael finished. "Mutated squirrels are omnivorous monsters. They can eat meat, plants, or even stones. When they run out of food, they can hibernate for a long time to reduce their energy needs. The magic array in the underground maze is still active, and the energy it releases is enough to feed these monsters. "
Mutated squirrels weren't the only ones. All other monsters who survived the maze either fought each other or became parasites of the magic array.
Of course, this wasn't one-sided. After they died, their flesh and blood would be used as a new source of energy for the magic array. Although it wasn't a lot, mosquito meat was still meat after all.
There must be a way for the magic array to last for ten thousand years.
"It's not a secret. You can find any information center, such as the Blissful Tavern or the tea party."
"Isn't the tea party only open to witches?" Vaey and Khael both ignored the Blissful Tavern. They didn't want to bring it up in front of their seniors.
"Shapeshifting, or pay a female apprentice to help you ask. You don't need me to teach you that, do you? "
Count Dark finished his taunting and spoke in a plain tone, "Looks like you've made some mistakes before the exploration."
It might seem like a conclusion, but the Dark Earl looked at Dorcas with a profound gaze.
Dorcas was a wizard, but he didn't know about this and didn't make any preparations. This was clearly an unqualified thing to do.
Dorcas didn't want to say anything. He was the one who was wrong.
"There is no such thing as absolute freedom in this world. Pursuing so-called freedom for a pitiful bit of pride is the price you have to pay for your ignorance. You should know what ignorance means in the wizarding world. "
Ignorance meant you wouldn't even know why you died.
Count Dark's words were obviously meant for Dorcas. As for whether or not Dorcas would listen, that was another matter. At the very least, Dorcas didn't retort this time.
With that, the count slowly floated back to Angor's side.
"Everyone has the right to choose their own path. Dorcas' path isn't necessarily wrong." Angor returned to "private chat" with Count Dark.
"That doesn't conflict with what I said," Count Dark said, "I only said that because of his inspiration. He can pursue freedom, but he can't pursue ignorance. "
Angor couldn't argue with that.
Dorcas was a bit too undisciplined. It wasn't that he was ignorant. He just didn't care about things that couldn't benefit him. But sometimes, it was hard to distinguish between interests. Only focusing on the benefits without paying attention to the risks would be too biased. It was only a matter of time before Dorcas ran into danger.
Therefore, even though the Dark Earl's words were unpleasant, they were at least in consideration of Dorcas' future.
Angor considered and didn't say anything. He just hoped that Dorcas wouldn't ignore Count Dark's words.
Just as they were lost in their own thoughts, a fork appeared in front of them.
It was a strange fork. On one side was a tall maze, while on the other side was a small square window that looked like a dog hole.
The window wasn't on the ground. Instead, it was dozens of meters above ground. Using spirit feelers, Angor could vaguely see a path inside. However, he would have to crawl inside to walk.
It was worth mentioning that the path behind the window was too high. There were no mutated squirrels coming in and out of it. The main path was still crowded with mutated squirrels.
They reached a fork in the road. Let's call it a fork for now. Angor didn't hesitate and looked at Dorcas.
Dorcas was still looking at him blankly.
Angor walked over and cleared his throat to get Dorcas' attention. "You're not still thinking about Count Dark's words, are you?"
Dorcas immediately showed a look of disdain. "I'm not thinking about those stupid things. I'm just thinking about something."
Angor asked a question on purpose. Seeing Dorcas' proud retort, he quickly followed up. "Thinking about something? What is it? Are you thinking about going into the dog hole or enjoying the beauty of mutated squirrels? "
Dog hole? Before Dorcas could understand, Angor already pointed at the small window high up.
"We're both thinking about which path to take. You're thinking about the same thing, right? "Angor asked.
Dorcas was stunned for half a second. He clapped his hands and put an arm around Angor's shoulder. "Of course! I was thinking about the same thing. Should we go through the dog hole or keep going forward? "
Without needing Angor's order, Dankros already jumped onto Angor's shoulder and moved Dorcas' hand away.
Angor grinned. "So, what's your conclusion? By the way, we've already voted just now, but now it's a tie of two to two. You're the only one left, so you have to make your choice carefully. "
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