When they followed Angor through the square, they were still in a daze.
In particular, when they passed by the "pyramid" built by the Witch's Eyes and saw the high and mighty special Witch's Eyes that were still flirting even though they had already turned into shadows, they felt even more suspicious and indescribably absurd.
"You …" Dorcas hesitated and asked, "How did you do it?"
"You sure you want to know now? We're almost at the exit, "Angor pointed out.
The game between Dorcas and his inspiration was not over yet. When they reached the exit, it would be over.
They were not far from the exit now.
Dorcas was stunned for a few seconds before he muttered in a low voice, "As expected, bystanders are the most clear-headed ones."
"Well, I can't be confused either," Angor added. It was not a compliment. Dorcas did wake up earlier than Angor expected. In fact, Angor did not even know when Dorcas woke up. If Black Earl did not remind him, he would think that Dorcas was being led by his inspiration all along.
Angor had to admit that he underestimated Dorcas from the start. Or rather, Angor used the wizard organization as his support and looked down on Dorcas with a sense of superiority. He thought he could see through everything, but he was actually the clown who lost his mind.
Black Earl kept mentioning the base camp of wandering wizards, and told Angor to go to the Cross Headquarter when he had time. It was not a hint. It was a clear indication.
Although wandering Sorcerers had their shortcomings, they were not completely inferior to Sorcerer organizations and Sorcerer families. There were definitely benefits, otherwise, there would not be so many fake wandering Sorcerers mixed in the Cross Headquarters.
Dorcas chuckled. "Alright, I won't ask anything else. But there's one question I must ask."
At this point, Dorcas' expression became solemn. "I want to know, is there really a hidden danger in that special Witch's Eye?"
Without a doubt, Dorcas needed a definite answer as the final proof of his game with his inspiration.
"Yes." Angor spoke confidently, "It has an extraordinary item on it, a product of enchantment alchemy. It's very delicate. I didn't look at it carefully, but from the limited details, I can infer that the item is used for mind control and long-distance voice transmission. The former is more important, while the latter is just a small trick added by a craftsman.
"You should be able to guess. The former is important, but what will really harm us is the small trick added on it."
Dorcas thought for a moment. "Who will the voice transmission be sent to?"
"There aren't many people I can send it to in this place."
Dorcas looked at Angor and nodded seriously. "I understand. Thanks. This information is very important to me."
Angor nodded nonchalantly. If Dorcas could conquer his inspiration, it would be a good thing for them as well, so Angor did not mind helping Dorcas to complete the puzzle.
As they got closer to the exit, Dorcas became more and more silent.
He looked fine on the outside, but there was no doubt that in his mind, in his heart, and in his mind space, he was making the final demonstration with his own inspiration.
Yes, it was Chen Shi, not a game to the end. After all, his inspiration was not Dorcas' enemy. To put it bluntly, it was Dorcas' own subconscious that misled him.
The game between oneself and one's own subconscious was both interesting and difficult. The game was over the moment Angor returned. What was left was no longer a fierce battle, but a reconciliation between oneself and oneself.
Because Dorcas had already entered the final stage, the Dark Earl took the initiative to cancel the Spirit Bond with Dorcas, then said to the others through the Spirit Bond, "Before he wakes up, don't disturb him."
"I understand." Kal and Vaay nodded in agreement. They already knew something was wrong when they overheard the conversation between Dorcas and Angor. Although neither of them mentioned it explicitly, they knew Dorcas well enough to know the man's current condition.
"Sir, can Dorcas succeed?" Vaay walked to Angor and asked through their Spirit Bond.
Angor did not answer. Instead, he glanced at Black Earl.
Then, Black Earl opened his private channel. "Vaay … I don't know why, but he's worshipping you all of a sudden. That bastard! I've been following him for so many years for nothing! "
Even though the Spirit Bond did not allow voice transmission, Angor could still sense Black Earl's anger from the fluctuating messages in the private channel.
Well, it was normal. Vaay could have asked Black Earl that question, but he chose to ask Angor. How could Black Earl show his face in public?
But … Vaay worshipped him? Angor was a little confused. He did not do anything, so why did Vaay worship him?
Or could it be that Wa Yi did not actually worship him, but wanted to use him to fight against the Black Earl?
Angor had this thought because Dorcas once told him about the "conspiracy" theory about Black Earl's clone. Vaay was probably a fan of conspiracy theories as well. He respected his master, but he also felt that his master was up to no good, so he stayed in Mesopotamia all year round and became a real "shut-in".
Still, it was not like Vaay didn't have ulterior motives. It was normal that Vaay wanted to use Angor to fight against Black Earl.
Angor believed that Vaay did not worship him.
After all, Angor was also a fan of "conspiracy theories".
"No need to be angry, sir. Maybe it's because we're too close that he doesn't want to ask," Angor replied.
"I know exactly what he's thinking," Black Earl said.
After pausing for a moment, the Dark Earl added, "I know exactly which direction you're guessing in your heart."
Angor did not know what to say.
Black Earl humphed. "I just don't want to explain. He should know that without me, he would've died countless times already. If I really wanted to harm him, I would never allow him to stay in Mesopotamia forever.
As for you, don't think too much about it. That bastard just worships you for no reason. "
Angor's mind was filled with question marks. Vaay really worshipped him? What did he do to earn Vaay's admiration?
"Sir, your clones are scattered among your descendants. I don't think it's just for protection, right?" Since Count Dark brought this up, Angor was curious about the conspiracy theories that were spreading around the world.
However, Black Earl did not give him a direct answer. Instead, he spoke in a meaningful tone, "You have to pay for what you gain. That's the law of nature."
Black Earl did not say anything, but Angor understood that Black Earl was protecting his descendants and teaching them all kinds of knowledge. Even if "kinship" was taken into account, Black Earl's sacrifice still far outweighed his gains. Therefore, Black Earl must have gotten something from his descendants.
As for what it was, Angor did not know.
In other words, the conspiracy theory was not completely wrong. Black Earl must have set something up.
When Vaay inherited the Smell of Death, Black Earl used his nose to follow him. If someone else inherited the same talent, Black Earl would do the same. There must be some kind of connection.
Perhaps the Black Earl was using this method to cultivate something. However, the Black Earl's confident statement that "he did not harm Wa Yi" should be true as well.
Angor did not know what Black Earl was trying to do, or what he was trying to do.
Angor did not ask. Black Earl's vague words were also a way to remind Angor that he had crossed the line.
If Angor really wanted to know, he could just ask Mister Rein.
Considering Rein's relationship with Black Earl, Rein should know something about this. Angor's status in Rein's heart right now should not be denied unless there was an oath between them.
"You're right, sir. That's a very good idea," Angor said nothing else.
The Black Earl didn't continue to talk about it. Instead, he said, "That bastard is still waiting for your answer. Are you really not going to say anything?"
"I don't want to disrespect Mister Black Earl if I answer."
Black Earl snickered. "That's fine. I'll allow you to answer. Let's see what you're going to say. "
"Then I'll speak." Angor did not hurry.
"Just say it."
Angor chuckled in his mind. He quickly adjusted his attitude and pretended that he had been thinking about Wail's question the whole time.
After several seconds, Angor slowly said, "It's about your question …"
Wai looked at Angor with sparkling eyes. His expression was full of hope.
"Ahem, I don't know the answer either." Angor's anger dissipated as he shrugged.
Black Earl was speechless. That's what you're going to say?
Vaay was speechless again. Did my idol just say that he's lonely?
Angor patted Vaay's shoulder with a smile. "Think about it. I'm not a Prophet, and I don't have Dorcas' powerful intuition. How am I supposed to know if he'll succeed in the end?
"But he's already taken 99 steps, and he only needs one final step. But the last step is full of risks and uncertainties. Think about it. When you're practicing cantrips, doing experiments, or completing family missions, do you always get stuck at the last step? "
Vaay thought carefully and realized that it was true.
"So, let's say it's fifty-fifty. Either he succeeds, or he fails. "
Vaay nodded subconsciously and agreed with Angor's explanation.
But at this moment, the Black Earl snappily said, "What's the difference between this and not saying anything?"
"Of course it is. At least I explained why I don't know the answer. And the most standard and unquestionable answer. "
"Right, Vaay?" Angor looked at Vaay.
Vaay was still in a daze, but he still followed Angor's instincts. "Yes. You're right, sir. "
Angor looked at Black Earl again. "See? Vaay is happy with my answer too."
Black Earl: "… Now, it's two bastards."
"I was wondering why sir didn't include Dorcas. He should've been in the trap all along."
Black Earl looked at Angor's faint smile and felt a wave of anger rising in his chest. He did not know where to vent it.
"You're starting to resemble that bastard of a mentor of yours again." The Dark Earl spat out these words through gritted teeth.
"I'll take that as a compliment." Angor did not mind at all.
The Black Earl was completely helpless now. He turned the stone slab around and decided not to bother with anyone.
…
Without the Witch's Eyes bothering them, they quickly passed through the square. They could see the twin towers from here. However, they did not need to go through the towers. They only needed to go through the last narrow path to reach the entrance.
Everyone slowed down their pace as they walked along the narrow path.
Not because of the danger, but because Dorcas was slowing down. In order to cooperate with him, everyone had to do the same.
Fortunately, there was no danger in the narrow path. They did not see many Witch's Eyes either.
Maybe it was because they were too close to the entrance. They could already smell the stinky gutter inside. Witch's Eyes were not as sensitive as Black Earl's nose, but they did not like to stay in smelly places either.
That flirty Witch's Eyes attracted so many "fans". Maybe it was because of the smell on its body.
Luckily, Angor had added several layers of Purification Field, which prevented the smell from reaching them. Otherwise, Black Earl would never allow Dorcas to walk like a tortoise.
They followed Dorcas's tortoise-like pace and walked forward slowly.
About twenty minutes had passed. Angor felt a little guilty for wasting time to get something useless. But now, the guilt was slowly disappearing.
This was because he had only spent ten minutes or so, but Dorcas had spent twice as much time just walking on this narrow path.
Everyone was wasting the team's time. Since Dorcas wasted more time, Angor felt better about it.
This was "comparing who was worse", which was not a good thing. But Angor believed that his own feelings were more important than his actions.
Besides, he did all this in his mind. He did not say it out loud. Whether he wanted to compare who was better or worse was his own business. It would not affect other people's views.
Finally, after about half an hour, they left the narrow path and came to the only two maze passages in the entire work area.
They knew that the Stairs of Hanging Prison was right in front of them. But standing in front of the passage and feeling the stinky gutter wind blowing at their faces, they still did not look good.
As for why they still looked pale and sweaty under the Purification Field, the reason was simple.
"Sir, is the passage to the Stairs of Hanging Prison in a stinky gutter?" Wail's sense of smell was inherited from Black Earl, so he did not like the smell. So he was the one who spoke. And this question of his was the reason why everyone's expressions were not good.
It was because this place was too stinky. It was not a stretch to say that it was a stinky gutter.
Were they really going to look for the Stairs of Hanging Prison in a stinky gutter?
(End of Chapter)
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