Angor looked at Count Black.
"That's it?"
"That's it. That's it."
Count Black glanced at the child who was still peeing in the illusion and said, "Alright. When we're done here, tell your friend to come find me at Noah Clan."
As for what Count Black would do after that, Angor didn't ask. Count Black didn't say. This was just a chance to help Sailum. Whether Sailum would go or not was another matter.
If Sailum really wanted to go, he would talk to Mister Rein and see if he could help Sailum fix the Codex and leave Noah Clan in one piece.
"So we're looking for a building called the Stairs of Hanging Prison?" Dorcas finally found a chance to ask.
Angor hesitated. "If you want to say that the Stairs of Hanging Prison is a building, then … I guess that's fine."
"What do you mean?" Dorcas was confused. "The Stairs of Hanging Prison isn't a building?"
Angor said, "You can tell from the name that it's a ladder. If you want to say that it's a building, then I guess that's fine too. "
Seeing Dorcas still doubting him, Angor quickly added, "Whether it's a building or not, that's not important. Don't think too much about it."
"So we're going back to the maze now?" Dorcas looked a little reluctant. "Aren't we going to explore the living area?"
"If you want to stay here, I won't stop you."
With that, he turned around and walked toward the wall behind him.
The others followed. Dorcas really wanted to explore the living area, but on second thought, this place was so big that it would take forever to explore. Besides, the sword in the statue's hand was taken away. This place must have been ransacked many times. He wasn't sure if he could find gold in the sand. So he decided not to do so.
When they entered the maze again, they noticed that the air inside the maze was much fresher than the living area outside. The air outside was filled with the smell of blood. If they weren't in the illusion, they would have been targeted by monsters hiding in the dark.
However, the air in the labyrinth did not smell that good either. At least, not on this stretch of the road. After all, there were many mutated scavenger squirrels around …
"Sir, is there really no exploration value in that residential area just now?" At this time, a questioning voice sounded from beside him.
He didn't need to look to know it was Kael.
If it was Dorcas who asked, he wouldn't have bothered to answer. But since it was Kael, he decided to answer.
After all, Dorcas and Kael had completely different reasons for wanting to explore the ruins. The former was seeking profit, while the latter was purely curious.
"It's worth exploring. But that's not where we want to go, so there's no need to waste time. Besides …"
"And what?"
"Also, the atmosphere there is too quiet. There's a strong smell of blood in the air, but I can't hear anything. Something's not right. "Angor shrugged." Maybe I'm just overthinking. "
"So that's how it is." Kael tried to recall what happened. Yes, there was a strong smell of blood in the air, but he did not hear anything at all. Perhaps something was really wrong.
With that in mind, Kael turned to Dorcas, wanting to ask if there were any hints from Dorcas's inspiration.
But before he could ask, Kael remembered Angor's hint that he shouldn't mention Dorcas' spirit in the ruins.
Kael didn't ask Dorcas, but the man still approached him.
"You really felt something wrong?" Dorcas looked at Angor with a strange expression.
Angor saw that Dorcas' spirit didn't alert him just now. Otherwise, Dorcas wouldn't have been so reluctant to leave the residential area.
"I didn't feel anything wrong. It's just a random thought. I'm just … being cautious." Angor was telling the truth.
After hearing this, Dorcas fell into deep thought for a moment. No one knew what he was thinking, but after a while, he took the initiative to approach the Black Earl.
"Did Lord Black Earl notice anything amiss just now?"
Everyone's ears perked up at Dorcas' question, including Angor. Angor also wanted to know what Count Black thought about his theory.
The Black Earl said calmly, "Are you concerned that your spiritual perception didn't work?"
Dorcas didn't answer, but his expression said it all.
Black Earl: "There are three possibilities why your Spiritual Perception didn't work. First, your Spiritual Perception doesn't work all the time. Maybe it just so happened that it didn't work. Second, there was no danger there in the first place, so your Spiritual Perception didn't need to jump out. Third, there was something wrong there, and it was so strange that it exceeded the limit of your Spiritual Perception, so your Spiritual Perception didn't work."
"There are three possibilities. You can choose one. As for the answer, don't ask me. I'm just a nose. I don't know. "
The Black Earl did not say whether there was anything wrong with the living area, which made everyone a little disappointed.
Dorcas was disappointed as well. But after hearing Count Black's explanation, he began to wonder which one it was.
While everyone was lost in their own thoughts, Angor opened another "private chat" with Count Black.
"What do you think, sir?" Angor went straight to the point.
Count Black's lazy voice echoed in Angor's mind. "I told you, I don't know. I didn't lie to Dorcas, and I don't need to lie to you. "
"Do you think it's one of the three, sir? Is there a fourth one? "
"Oh? What do you think? " Count Black's voice was still calm, but Angor could tell that Count Black's emotions were fluctuating.
This meant Angor's guess was correct. Count Black didn't lie to Dorcas, but he didn't finish his words.
"Fourth, the spirit hid it from Dorcas."
"You think it's a sentient being? Why would it hide it? "
"I don't know if it's a sentient being or not. But since it exists in Dorcas' mind, it shouldn't be hard to fool Dorcas' mind."
"Then why would it hide it? It's one with Dorcas. If there's danger in the residential area, it'll only put Dorcas in danger. "
"Dorcas isn't alone now. Count Black is with him. The spirit knows that Dorcas will be in danger, but he won't die. So it might hide it from us. "
"I can accept that. But you still didn't answer my question. Why would the spirit hide it from Dorcas?"
Angor didn't know the answer before he asked.
But as he discussed with Count Black, or rather, under Count Black's guidance, Angor found an answer.
And this answer was something that the Black Earl had vaguely mentioned before.
"Dorcas is doubting himself now," Angor said in a small voice.
The Spirit Bond was silent for a long time before Count Black spoke again. "You're quite good at guessing." Count Black sounded a little amused.
"So, am I right?" Angor asked.
"I don't know." Count Black gave the same answer. Then he added in a meaningful tone, "Inspiration is like a prophecy spell. The more confused it is, the harder it is to see through it. Sometimes, it's not a bad thing to live in a daze. "
Angor considered for a moment and chuckled. "I think I get it now. It's a pity that my inspiration doesn't always work. I can't tell what kind of inspiration can reach the level of a prophecy spell. "
Instead of asking about Dorcas' spirit, Angor asked, "Did you smell something in the living area, sir?"
This time, the Black Earl gave a normal reply, "I did smell a foul stench. It's hidden even deeper underground. I don't think it's easy to deal with, but it's not strong enough to keep us here. It's probably a little stronger than that demon of yours. "
Count Black made it sound easy. But if it was stronger than Elmi … then it had to be at least a level-1 truth-finder.
If they really ran into it, they would be in big trouble. But it was basically impossible to kill them.
No wonder Dorcas' spirit didn't warn him.
While they were chatting, they had already returned to the three-way junction.
There was no need to explore the right path. They only needed to choose one of the two paths. Either the left or the middle.
There were a lot of mutated squirrels on the left, but not a single one in the middle. Perhaps the left path was safer than the middle one.
After all, mutated squirrels were monsters, and it was natural for monsters to avoid danger. Since there were no squirrels on the middle path, it was possible that there was something even mutated squirrels couldn't afford to offend.
"How about we go left?" Khael asked in a small voice.
"You're not the leader. Let the leader decide," Vait quickly refuted, "I think we should vote."
Vait still wanted to help Angor by tricking Dorcas.
However, Angor didn't need Dorcas' help anymore.
Dorcas was already doubting himself. If he dared to hide his spirit on purpose, it wasn't impossible for him to mislead Angor.
Thus, this time … or rather, before Dorcas completely tamed his inspiration, he could no longer rely on it.
"We're not voting this time. Let's go to the middle," Angor said calmly.
Vait was surprised. "Did you find the familiar path, sir?"
"No. Wait until we see the statue of the peeing child. That'll count as a familiar path."
"Then why do you —" Vait didn't know what to say.
Actually, Vait still wanted to vote for the left path because he sensed danger lurking in the middle.
Angor looked at Vait's troubled expression and joked, "Didn't you say we'll let the leader decide? I've already decided to go to the middle. Why do you look so hesitant? "
Vait's face reddened. He scratched his head and didn't know what to say. The reason why he refuted Kael just now was purely because he wanted to vote!
Vait was a junior of the Noah Clan, so Angor didn't want to tease him too much. "Let's go. There are only so many paths. It's normal to go around in a maze. Who knows, maybe we'll come out from the left and go back to where we came from.
"Don't jinx it …" Dorcas whispered.
"I'm telling the truth. Have you never played a maze game before? You'll miss out on a lot of fun in your childhood. "
With that, Angor walked to the middle path.
The others didn't say anything. They had no choice but to follow Angor.
Dorcas was the only one who stayed behind. He looked to the left and seemed to be hesitating.
Since the illusion was a safe zone, Angor stopped ten meters away and waited for Dorcas to make his decision.
"What? Do you have other ideas? Why don't you share them with us? "Angor asked with a smile.
Vait was overjoyed to see this. Did Dorcas' inspiration tell them to go left? Did that mean they could switch to the left?
However, Vait's excitement didn't last long. Dorcas remained silent for about ten seconds before he closed his eyes and walked to the middle path without saying anything.
Both Vait and Khael didn't know what Dorcas was going through.
However, both Count Black and Dorcas knew that Dorcas had reached the end of his self-doubt. It was obvious that he was told to go to the left. However, after hesitating for a moment, Dorcas followed Angor to the center without saying anything.
This was not an easy decision to make.
Dorcas had relied on Inspiration to avoid countless dangers. It could be said that Inspiration was Dorcas' life-saving trump card. But now, Dorcas had to go against his inspiration and make a completely different choice. This was something no ordinary person could understand.
"Let's go," Dorcas said calmly.
Angor thought Dorcas would say something, but he was surprised to see that Dorcas didn't say anything. He thought Dorcas would say something, but he didn't expect Dorcas to have a serious side when making such an important decision.
Since Dorcas didn't want to talk about it, Angor didn't ask. Under Vait's disappointed look and Dorcas' complicated thoughts, they walked forward in silence.
There were no more mutated squirrels around, but Angor didn't cancel the illusion. It didn't cost much mana anyway, and it could be used as an extra layer of protection.
The path in the middle was getting wider and wider. Now, it could easily accommodate twenty people walking side by side, let alone ten. And the path was starting to go downwards, because the walls on both sides were getting taller as well.
Compared to this huge maze and its incomparably tall walls, the few of them were simply too small.
They couldn't help but feel a sense of awe.
Fear of being small and insignificant.
Of course, this was only what the two apprentices felt. Wizards like Angor would not be affected by the difference in space at all.
As the path grew wider and the walls got taller, Angor was more certain that he chose the right path.
The reason he had initially chosen the middle was purely because he felt that this place wasn't far from the Stairs of Hanging Prison. The Stairs of Hanging Prison was the official organization of Nether City and had a dominator rank boss overseeing it. Such an organization wouldn't allow any small monsters to break in.
Therefore, Angor chose the middle path without mutated squirrels.
As the path widened and the walls grew taller, Angor's worry was not gone yet, but it was not far away.
Why did they spend so much money to make this path look like this? Wasn't it supposed to be awe-inspiring?
It was undeniable that such a huge contrast in space would make people feel small and insignificant.
Living quarters and other buildings didn't need to create this kind of awe. Only an official organization of Nether City would do something like this.
It was both awe-inspiring and a symbol of authority.
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