Talking about the nightclub owner wasn't boring at all. Angor would never forget that experience for the rest of his life.
Angor once talked about the nightclub owner with Mr. Feng's avatar in the painting. However, they didn't talk about the nightclub owner at that time.
Angor was quite happy to talk about such a legendary figure.
As Angor talked about the nightclub owner, the curly-horned demon suddenly thought of a beautiful woman.
Time went by slowly, and Angor finally finished his story about the nightclub owner.
The curly-horned demon didn't see Angor during the whole process, but he could tell that Angor's voice was full of emotions.
"Night" must be an unforgettable person for Angor.
"Now you know why I signed a Tarot Contract with you, right?"
The curly-horned half-blood demon slowly came back to his senses and sighed softly. "I understand. I didn't think there would be such a great person among my descendants. Good … Good … "
Despite the "good", the curly-horned demon was still feeling down. His eyes even began to tear up.
He couldn't see this in the real world. After all, he was only a soul now. However, on the dream bridge, tears began to fall from his eyes.
All his elegance, pride, and calmness were gone. The only thing left was a … former Danding man who was still crying and saying "good".
Even the most emotional scene would be broken in the end.
Although he could tell that the curly-horned half-blood demon was still thinking about the nightclub owner, there was still plenty of time for him to do so. He wasn't in a hurry.
"You're satisfied with my answer, aren't you?"
The curly-horned demon lowered his head to hide his red nose. He spoke in a hoarse voice, "You really are a rude man."
"If you insist on calling me 'rude', I can accept that," said Angor. "Since you didn't refute my words, I'm sure you're satisfied with what I've said. Now, it's time for this rude man to collect his reward. "
The curly-horned demon lowered his voice. "I know you have a lot of questions, and I'll try my best to answer them. But I still need you to answer one last question. "
"Please."
"A descendant of my clan, Night. Did he ever mention other Danding people? "
"Nope. I knew that the nightclub owner was a Danding because I entered the painting and saw the nightclub owner's memories. In the memories of the nightclub owner, other than the endless starry night, there was only the flame under the night sky. "
"The fire that made him an orphan."
The curly-horned half-blood demon asked, "In other words, Night is the only one left of the Danding Clan?"
"And you."
"I'm just a soul. How can I be considered a member of the Danding Clan?" Perhaps the curly-horned half-blood demon felt that he had lost enough face today, and his tone was no longer as cold and arrogant as before.
"So you've given up the glory of the Danding Clan? Then your glory is really … cheap." Angor knew he was poking at the old man's sore spot, but he did it anyway. In any case, he was a rude and evil person.
"You …" The curly-horned half-blood demon felt his throat choke. He didn't know what to say.
In the end, he could only scoff, "Of course I'm from the Danding Clan, just like Night. Are there no other Danding clansmen other than me and Night? "
"I don't know. But he's the only one left of the nightclub owner's clan. Of course, there might be more Night's in the future, but — "
Before he could finish, Angor felt his ears burning as if they were on fire.
At the same time, he saw an arrogant figure standing in the middle of a sea of fire, quietly looking at him.
"Nightclub owner?!" Angor tried to say something, but the figure slowly disappeared again.
He rubbed his burning earlobe and complained in his mind. I was just talking nonsense, and you're burning me across time and space? Is it worth it?
Angor sighed helplessly and returned his thoughts to the dream bridge.
The curly-horned half-blood demon didn't know what happened outside. He was still wondering why Angor suddenly disappeared.
Of course, Angor wouldn't answer even if the demon asked. It was better to keep something so embarrassing to himself.
"Ahem, let's continue. He's the only one left of the nightclub owner's clan. Maybe there are other Danding clans. Don't be so sad. "
Angor was going to say something nice since the nightclub owner alone was enough to take care of the entire clan. But on second thought, he decided to keep his bottom line. Of course, it wasn't because he was worried that the nightclub owner would attack him again.
"I don't think you're trying to comfort me, but I accept that." The curly-horned demon's eyes suddenly became distant. "Maybe the other clansmen are just … hiding."
Still, Angor did not answer. He thought to himself, You already have Nightclub Owner behind you. Why don't you show up? What are they thinking?
"No other questions, right? Is it time for you to repay me?"
The curly-horned half-blood demon said, "Okay, ask away. But I can't tell you many things, especially about Nether City. That's part of my contract as a guard. "
"I know. Don't worry. We'll talk when we get out of here and meet up with the others. But you have to promise me that you won't tell anyone about what we talked about on the Dream Bridge. "
"I know. Didn't we already sign a Tarot Contract?" The curly-horned demon was confused.
He wasn't talking about "what we talked about". He was talking about the Dream Bridge. Angor didn't explain. He believed that the demon wouldn't talk about what happened earlier, including the Dream Bridge.
"Let's go back."
As soon as Angor finished speaking, an invisible hand reached out from the dream gate and gently pushed the curly-horned half-blood demon away from the door, much to the demon's surprise.
In the next second, the curly-horned half-blood demon slumbering in the Nightmare Domain opened its eyes.
He looked around and saw Angor busy removing the illusions and releasing his two elemental companions.
However, Angor hadn't removed the protection set up by Shadow yet.
Angor walked to the demon. "What are you doing on the ground? Time to get up."
Luckily, Angor didn't remove Earl's protection. If someone else saw the demon lying on the ground, they would probably imagine something — especially Dorcas.
The curly-horned half-blood demon silently stood up and closed his eyes for a few seconds. His surging emotions slowly settled down, and he once again returned to his original elegant and handsome appearance.
After making sure the demon was calm, Angor removed Earl's protection.
As soon as Shadow Barrier disappeared, he saw Dorcas rushing over and looking around.
"What are you doing?" Angor frowned.
"I'm trying to see if I can get my inspiration to help me see what you're talking about here," Dorcas said without hesitation.
Everyone, including Angor, looked at Dorcas speechlessly. Don't call me a prophet?! Who uses their inspiration like that?!
"Did you find anything?" Angor looked at Dorcas with a smile.
Dorcas didn't say anything. "I won't tell you even if I did."
With that, Dorcas proudly turned around and walked to the side of the group.
Angor looked at Dorcas' back. The more he learned about this guy, the more he felt that Dorcas' appearance and personality did not match at all. Why was the man so manly and handsome?
Angor shook his head and returned to the group. He stood next to Count Black.
"I've told you everything. But I haven't asked anything yet," Angor said, "I've been waiting for this moment."
He spoke with sincerity and calmness, hoping to win back everyone's trust.
Count Black nodded. "Then let's begin."
He paused and said, "Oh, right. The people chasing us suffered a bit. I don't think they'll catch up with us anytime soon. However, more people have already entered the flue. "
Count Dark told him that he found something at the locator, so this must be what he was talking about. However, Angor still had some questions. He needed to ask them after this was over.
…
"Ask away. I hope you can ask alone. I don't like to hear voices from multiple people at once. Also, try not to ask about what happened in Nether City ten thousand years ago because of the restriction of the contract. I can tell you about what happened here. Or do you want to hear the stories of the pioneers who explored this place? "The curly-horned demon walked to them and spoke with his superior tone again.
Angor felt that the demon was even more annoying than before.
"So many rules," Dorcas said in a small voice. "Besides, who wants to hear the stories of pioneers? They're not pioneers. They're bandits, okay? "
"I like the word 'bandits'. So you're not bandits? "The curly-horned demon raised an eyebrow.
Dorcas said, "Of course not. We came here for a deeper purpose."
The curly-horned half-blood demon narrowed his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking. After a while, he said, "I don't know why you're here, but I want to say that there are some treasures here. If you're here for the treasures, then you're still … robbers."
"We're here for an adventure. We're archaeologists. How can you say we're bandits?"
"Then what about the pioneers I mentioned? They did the same thing."
Angor watched as Dorcas and the curly-horned demon bickering more and more. He stepped forward and said, "Fine, fine. Don't ask us why we're here. Just answer our questions. And, Dorcas, you — "
Dorcas: "Me? What about me? "
Angor considered and decided to waste more time talking to Dorcas. He put down his finger and said, "It's fine. I'll ask the questions. Just listen."
Without waiting for Dorcas' reaction, Angor looked at the curly-horned demon. "You keep calling me rude, but let me introduce myself first. I'm Angor Padt."
The curly-horned demon said, "You can call me Daytime."
The others didn't think there was anything wrong with "Daytime", but Angor knew that the demon did it on purpose. Since his descendants had "Night", he became "Daytime".
"Alright, Daytime. Can you answer our questions now? "Angor purposely raised his voice when he said" Day ".
The curly-horned demon grinned. "Go ahead."
"Ten thousand years ago —"
"Like I said, I can't tell you anything about what happened ten thousand years ago." Day interrupted him. "That's right. I can't tell you anything about it."
"Including how Nether City fell?" Angor asked.
Daytime remained silent for a moment and nodded. "I can't. But don't you have any records in the outside world? If you really want to know, go check it out yourself."
"Alright," Angor said. Let me ask you something else. Have you heard of the Mirror Demon? "
The Black Earl had asked this question before, but Zhou directly said, "I won't answer your question." Then, he dodged it.
Day hesitated a little when he heard Angor's question.
"Mirror Demon God … Why is it the Mirror Demon God again? Who exactly is this Demon God? "Daytime muttered.
"What do you mean? Can you tell me more?"
Daytime considered and said, "It's something that happened before Nether City fell. But I don't think it's a secret … I'll give you a brief explanation."
Daytime kept it simple because he didn't want to violate the contract if he went into detail.
To sum up, this was a group of lunatics, and there seemed to be someone behind them who was instigating them.
"Isn't their target the Stairs of Hanging Prison?" Angor asked.
"The Stairs of Hanging Prison?" Daytime was surprised. "Why haven't I heard about it before?"
Angor felt that something was off. Based on the location of the underground church, as well as the information left behind by the followers, they must have attacked the Stairs of Hanging Prison.
But they didn't succeed in the end.
But Daytime didn't even see them. How could they be so weak? How could they fall at the first few entrances?
That didn't make sense. They had a way to build an underground church so close to the magic array, but they were so weak? How?
He considered for a moment and told Day about the underground church.
Daytime was still puzzled. "I didn't know there was an underground church. So there's an entrance there?"
From Daytime's answer, it seemed that he didn't know much about the Mirror Demon. "You mentioned that there might be someone behind these Demon Believers. Who could it be?"
"I don't know. Even if I did, it must be someone I can't talk about in the contract."
Day glanced at Angor and said, "Oh right, I won't tell anyone about the person you mentioned just now. You should know that he's part of the contract. "
There was only one person Angor mentioned — Franklin.
Franklin was the ruler of the Stairs of Hanging Prison, so it was normal that Daytime couldn't talk about it.
"Since you're from the Abyss Plane, do you know if there's a Mirror Demon in the Abyss Plane, or something related to mirrors?"
"That's not part of the contract, no doubt about it. But I still don't know anything about it. I don't know about the Mirror Demon. "
"So many questions, but you didn't answer any of them …" Dorcas muttered.
Daytime didn't say anything either. It was true that he didn't know the answer.
At this moment, Dark Earl suddenly asked, "Do you know about the Noah Clan?"
"Noah Clan? I've never heard of that name … "Daytime was confused.
Angor explained, "The Noah Clan is a wizard clan, not from the Abyss Plane. They used to live in Nether City, "Angor explained.
Zhou thought for a moment. "Is it a human? Now that you mention it, I think I remember them. Is it the clan that uses Uisu? "
"Yes." Angor nodded in place of Count Black. "What do you know about the Noah Clan? Can you tell me anything?"
"Not much apart from using Uisu," Daytime said. After pausing for a moment, Day continued, "However, there's a guy in the Noah Clan who's very interesting. He did something extraordinary."
"Something incredible? What is it? " It was Vait who asked this time. Vait's eyes were shining brightly. Clearly, he was already imagining the legends of his ancestors.
"Unfortunately, I can't tell you because of the contract." Daytime shrugged.
"Something related to the contract? My si- Ahem, what did this guy do?" Vait exclaimed.
"I told you, I can't tell you."
"You can tell us in a more subtle way, or … or …" Vait shook his head.
"You think it's so easy to find a loophole in the contract? I can't tell you. I can't tell you. And, Angor, I told you not to ask questions. I don't like noise. Just ask me. You can talk to me through the Spirit Bond. "
Angor nodded and asked Count Black in his mind, "Mister, what else do you want me to ask about the Noah Clan?"
Count Black considered. "Ask for that person's name."
Both Angor and Count Black already knew who the person was, but Angor still followed Count Black's instructions.
Daytime shook his head again. "No. I can't tell you anything about him. Even if you ask me what color his clothes are, I can't tell you. "
Count Black considered for a moment and spoke to Angor again, "Alright. You don't have to ask about the Noah Clan. Ask something else."
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