As Angor inhaled the fragrance, the "server" in his mind began to work.
Soon, the information about the fragrance was displayed in Angor's mind in the form of percentages.
"Over 70% chance of mixing the fragrance."
Angor frowned as he looked at the largest number in the list. It was already unusual for something like fragrance to appear in the prison. And there seemed to be more than one type of fragrance.
Those who used fragrance were usually men and women who paid attention to etiquette. Witch's Eyes didn't even have much self-awareness. How could they pay attention to etiquette?
Even a highly intelligent Witch's Eye wouldn't pay attention to such "etiquette", unless the Witch's Eye had a strong sense of beauty and self-control, as well as a strong desire for "charm".
Angor had only seen one such Witch's Eye since he entered the Stairs of Hanging Prison.
It was the Witch's Eye who was wearing all kinds of accessories and using the fountain statue as a "stage".
"Did the Witch's Eye stay here?"
Angor considered and opened the Spirit Bond that he had been blocking.
The Spirit Bond was quite lively. Dorcas seemed to have become the commentator of the match, explaining how and where Angor was going to steal the pendant.
Kael and Wai were the audience of this "commentary".
"So, Mister Superdimensional is already beside the Witch's Eye?" Wai asked.
"Of course. Maybe he's already among the Witch's Eyes," Dorcas answered confidently.
Angor shook his head. It seemed Dorcas's intuition wasn't working well again.
Before Angor could say anything, Dorcas spoke first, "From what I know of Angor, he's a very strict person.
To put it bluntly, he's the kind of person who likes to lock himself up on the moral high ground. Of course, I'm not saying he's a moral person. It's just that he's obsessed with his sense of responsibility.
"For example, when he became the leader of the team, he felt that he should be responsible for it. Since he's the leader, his requirement for the others is to not waste time on the monsters. Naturally, he will discipline himself with stricter requirements. "
"Do you understand now? Angor won't waste too much time on something so trivial. He must have reached the Witch's Eye by now!"
Even Angor himself was surprised by Dorcas' words.
Although his conclusion was wrong, Dorcas' analysis of his personality was quite accurate.
It had to be said that even if Dorcas didn't rely on his spiritual perception, his perception was still quite sharp.
If nothing unexpected happened, Dorcas' conjecture might actually happen. However, sometimes, no matter how accurate and logical one's analysis was, it could not prevent accidents from happening.
The building Angor chose randomly was the source of the surprise. The structure of the building was strange, and there were a lot of Witch's Eyes. Even if he had a clear goal, he still wasted a lot of time.
This also led to the fact that it didn't arrive as expected as Dorcas had predicted.
Unfortunately, this wonderful deduction was still blown away by the merciless rain of reality.
On the other hand, Dorcas was about to enjoy Wai Yakael's admiring look when Angor, who had been silent all this while, suddenly spoke up.
"Mister Dark Earl, can you do me a favor?"
Because of Angor's words, the lively Spirit Bond immediately quieted down.
Dorcas didn't say anything, and Wai didn't ask anything either.
After a moment of silence, the Dark Earl's voice sounded in the Spirit Bond, "What is it?"
"I want you to help me smell the Witch's Eye and see if there is any fragrance on it," Angor said. "This request may be a little rude, but it's fine if you don't want to."
In a way, Angor's request already confirmed Dorcas' conjecture.
Angor wasn't near the Witch's Eye. In fact, he might be very far away. Otherwise, he wouldn't ask Dark Earl for help.
Black Earl: "Did you find the lair of the Witch's Eye?"
Count Dark was as sharp as ever. He quickly figured out what was going on from Angor's words.
"Maybe, but I'm not sure yet."
The Black Earl said, "I can help you, but I'm very curious. The thing you want to take is that silver pendant. Why did you go to its nest?"
Angor didn't know what to say.
Dorcas: "Oh my god, you didn't sneak off to explore by yourself, right? Did you find something good?! "
Angor remained silent. "I just happened to see it. I didn't go looking for it."
Dorcas kept mumbling as if he didn't believe Angor's words. In fact, he knew that Angor wasn't lying. However, in order to not embarrass himself for making such a mistake, Dorcas decided to cover his conscience.
Angor didn't listen to Dorcas's mumbling. He only waited for Dark Earl's response.
A moment later, Dark Earl spoke again, "That Witch's Eye does have a fragrance on it. And I think it used more than one kind of fragrance. But even so, it can't cover up the Witch's Eye's foul smell. "
Dark Earl's voice was filled with disgust. Clearly, the smell this time wasn't any better for him than when he was looking for the exit.
Angor thanked Dark Earl in an apologetic tone and focused back on the task at hand.
"There really is a fragrance on its body. Does that mean that the cell might really be the Witch's Eye's lair?"
Angor wondered as he looked at the end of the corridor.
The smell was coming from the cell at the end of the corridor.
What would a Witch's Eye's nest look like if it could manage itself? Would it be filled with all kinds of treasures like Dorcas mentioned in their Spirit Bond?
Angor quickly approached the cell with curiosity.
There was no Witch's Eye on the last part of the corridor. The cells on both sides of the corridor were also empty. Compared to the dense group of Witch's Eyes in the middle of the corridor, this place was much quieter.
This wasn't a coincidence. Was it the Witch's Eye's territorial instinct?
Angor soon reached the end of the corridor.
When he saw the only cell at the end of the corridor, his eyes widened in surprise.
Without a doubt, this was the largest prison cell in the entire corridor. More importantly, this prison cell was not as dilapidated as the other prison cells. It looked more like a normal person's room … or rather, a normal woman's room.
There was a gauze bed, a vase, a fine dining table, a tea set, and all kinds of decorations. Some of these decorations weren't decorations at first. Instead, they were building materials, such as twisted pipes. However, after it was modified, some patches were hung on it, and it became a decorative item.
The floor was paved with colorful stones, which looked like Yuhua Stones. Not to mention whether these colored stones were fixed or not, just from the progressive progression of the colors in different sections, the "creature" who arranged the floor was quite talented in the sense of color. In the traditional aristocratic education, the most important thing was the aesthetic appreciation of colors when cultivating the aesthetics of the later generations.
If the floor and decorations were made by the Witch's Eye, it could only mean that the creature had a great talent.
Apart from the useless decorations, the most eye-catching thing in the cell was the two armored knights who were hugging each other.
Yes, they were the armored knights. At least, that was what it looked like from the outside.
However, from the shadows in the two helmets, it could be seen that they were only wearing the outer shell of an armored knight. Inside, they were still Witcheyes.
Furthermore, the black shadows in the two helmets were blending together, which meant that they were in the middle of cultivating.
"Looks like my lucky moment is here," Angor thought to himself as he watched the scene unfold before him.
This was the perfect place for him. There were only two Witch's Eyes, and there were no other Witch's Eyes nearby. He didn't have to worry about being discovered.
Everything was perfect.
Angor didn't want to explore the cell right now. Instead, he hid inside his illusion and told Elmi his next task.
Elmi had lost its mind and couldn't understand many things. However, as long as Angor told Elmi the goal of the mission and what it needed to achieve, Elmi wouldn't disappoint him.
After making sure Elmi understood the key points of the mission, Angor began to inspect the cell.
He wanted to see if there were any traps.
After making sure everything was safe, Angor signaled Elmi to move.
Elmi didn't hesitate. Using Angor's nightmare illusion, he quickly approached the two Witch's Eyes.
Under the cover of the Nightmare Illusion, Elmi successfully arrived beside the two Witch Eye Ghosts without being detected.
Next, Elmi created a shadow clone from the ground as if he was performing a magic trick. The clone still looked like a Witch's Eyes.
Angor didn't expect this at all.
He only asked Elmi to blend into the shadows. He didn't ask Elmi to disguise himself as a Witch's Eyes.
Was this Elmi's mind recovering? Or was this Elmi's way of protecting himself while carrying out his mission?
Angor considered for a moment and decided not to ask further. At least, he could tell that his spiritual connection with Elmi was fine.
He didn't know how Elmi did it, but since Elmi already created a Witch's Eyes, Angor might as well help him.
Angor pointed at Elmi's body with his right hand. Together with the illusion nodes, the green runes around Elmi's body quickly formed the shape of a suit of armor.
It looked exactly the same as the two Witch's Eyes, whether it was the texture, shape, or other details.
Elmi didn't disappoint. After putting on the armor, he followed the example of the two Witch's Eyes and reached out his shadow from the gap of the helmet. Then, he slowly … slowly … merged into the shadows of the two Witch's Eyes.
Angor was already prepared for a fight if he failed.
Everything went smoothly. The two Witch's Eyes only trembled a little at first. But when they saw Elmi wearing the exact same armor as them, they each reached out an arm and hugged one of the Witch's Eyes.
Now, the three armored knights were hugging each other.
He sighed in relief after making sure that Elmi had successfully sneaked into the crowd.
However, when he looked up and saw the three armored knights hugging each other not far away, he felt a subtle sense of discomfort.
If the three Witch's Eyes weren't wearing anything, Angor wouldn't notice any of their postures. But when they put on their armor — and male armor at that — it really looked like three "people". Three men hugging each other.
The scene was so beautiful that Angor couldn't bear to look at it.
Since Elmi didn't seem to be a problem for now, Angor decided to look away and explore the room while thinking about his own questions.
His biggest concern right now was the two armored knights in front of him.
Witch's Eyes did have a habit of wearing clothes, but they usually wore them for the rest of their lives. Even if the Witch's Eyes still had their clothes on, they were all in rags.
They wouldn't put on such heavy armor willingly.
Not only would it affect their movement, but it would also prevent them from using their Shadow Transformation ability.
So why did the two Witch's Eyes do this?
While thinking, he looked around the "girlish room" and had a rough idea of what was going on.
Maybe they didn't want to wear the armor. Maybe it was the personal taste of one of the Witch's Eyes.
From the decorations of the room, it was clear that the Witch's Eye had a preference for human females. In that case, it made sense that it would prefer its companions who wore heavy armor.
But then again, these two armored Witch's Eyes were actually the Witch's Eyes' … lovers?
Then, they accepted Elmi without any hesitation. Could it be that they thought Elmi was the Witch's Eye's new lover outside?
Angor didn't dare to think too much. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.
Aside from the armored Witch's Eyes, Angor had another question, which was also the biggest one right now — the Witch's Eyes with a girlish heart.
How did it become like this? Did someone teach it how to use colors in this room? Or did it learn it on its own?
And if someone did teach it, who could it be? Could it be some old undying existence, or could it be those two sorcerer-level Witch's Eye Ghosts?
With these questions in mind, he began to explore the room that was full of ingenious ideas.
The reason why it was called ingenious was because at first glance, this place did indeed look like a young girl's heart, very dreamy. However, if one really wanted to look into the details, it was actually still very crude.
It wasn't easy to find intact and aesthetically pleasing decorations in a ruined room.
Looking at how the Witch's Eyes turned the water pipes into decorations, Angor could tell that this room was built with a lot of ingenuity.
The more Angor observed, the more he believed that if the Witch's Eyes were a human, it must be a craftsman who knew how to live.
Apart from the water pipes, Angor also saw many other decorations made from scrap metal.
Even the tea set that looked the most exquisite was originally broken. The beautiful and exquisite patterns on it were purely hand-glued and deliberately made to conceal the patterns.
However, this only covered the outside. Looking inside, Angor could see thousands of holes in the walls.
No matter what happened to the inside, the Witch's Eyes must have spent a lot of time on the outside. Angor couldn't help but admire the patience of the Witch's Eyes.
Almost 80% of the furniture and decorations in the room had been remade before, so he subconsciously became gentler to prevent them from breaking when he bumped into them.
It didn't matter if it was a human or a monster who made these things. Angor still had to take the idea seriously.
At least, before fighting the two armored Witch's Eyes, Angor would respect the craftsmanship of this place and not try to destroy the illusion. However, there was a special Witch's Eyes in this room that was pursuing a beautiful dream.
(End of Chapter)
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