Cissia narrowed her eyes and looked at Angor again. "Your source of information is really confusing. Even the Wise Overseer, who rarely shows himself, knows about it. I'm really curious. Where did you learn that the Overseer is a Three-Eyed Blue Demon? "
"Have you heard of the Elder of Books? Or have you heard of Lady Mirror and Tree Spirit? "
Cissia raised an eyebrow. "The three ancestor souls of Brute Cavern were quite famous when I was still alive."
"You mean, these ancestral souls told you?"
"I'm from Brute Cavern, and I have a good relationship with them. If you want to meet them, I can arrange it later. But Lady Mirror is sleeping, and the Elder of Books is in the library. Tree Spirit is probably the only one who can meet you. "
Cissia humphed. "You sly bastard. You didn't answer my question directly. You're lying."
Angor didn't change his expression, but he was surprised inside. Cissia's IQ has returned to normal?
Cissia waved a hand. "But it doesn't matter. If you really want to know who that old man is, there's a way. He doesn't leave his home, but he often sends his followers to the outside world to gather information. He even writes articles for magazines. "
"He writes articles?"
Cissy asked, "Are you surprised? To be honest, I was surprised when I first heard about it. It sounded ridiculous. However, he would indeed submit articles and communicate with other Magi through some indirect methods. By the way, the magic array here has been running for a long time because he keeps modifying it. I heard that it's the result of his communication. "
Angor nodded. "No wonder he's called the Wise Overseer. He understands the importance of knowledge and communication. Alchemy is constantly changing. If we don't want to be left behind by the new generation, we have to keep up with the times. "
"From the looks of it, you don't seem to have learned about it from writing articles, do you? Fine, I won't ask if you don't want to talk about it. "
Cissia's attitude had completely changed. She still looked indifferent, but her words and actions had become much gentler.
"Right, I remember that it published a book on its own. It seemed to be about some research topic, and it even gave me a copy," said Cissia. "But I'm not interested in it, because the research topic is too boring."
While speaking, she took out a booklet from somewhere and tossed it into Angor's hand.
"If you like it, I'll give it to you."
"Do you think the Lord of Wisdom won't mind that you're using his pen name?"
Sisya tilted her head, her long black hair covering half of her face. She looked like she didn't care at all. "It didn't forbid me from sending out what it wrote. Besides, if I keep what it wrote, I'll only feel like it's polluting my box."
Cissy's disgust could be seen with the naked eye.
Angor mumbled in his mind, "Do you really have to act like this? An alchemist's book, no matter how bad it is … "
But before he could finish his thought, he suddenly stopped.
Because he flipped open the booklet in his hand and saw the contents of the booklet … Er, familiar contents. Not long ago, he even used an illusion to show it to the others so that they could read it together.
That book, A Record of the Different Postures of Witch's Eyes and Ghosts!
Author: Blue Fatty.
Back then, Angor didn't think that the Three-Eyed Blue Devil was the author of this book. But now that he knew the result, he began to think that there was a connection.
For example, if one wanted to write this book, they would have to find a place with a large number of Witch's Eyes. Otherwise, how could they observe the different postures of Witch's Eyes?
And the work area outside just happened to be filled with Witch's Eyes. More importantly, these Witch's Eyes were all trained by the Three-Eyed Blue Devil.
Also, the author's pen name seemed to imply something.
Blue Fatty … Blue Fatty …
Wasn't the Three-Eyed Blue Devil a giant blue fatty? Of course, it was also possible to call it a blue mountain of flesh.
Now that he thought about it, the reason was reasonable.
But then again, results were results. It would be strange if they couldn't be logical when they already had an answer.
"What? You've read the book? "Cissia noticed Angor's strange expression.
Angor nodded. "Yes, I did."
Cissia snorted. "Then you're not that good."
Angor instinctively replied in a familiar tone, "Someone as ignorant as me needs to learn more about everything. After all, I'm not even 20 yet —"
"Shut. Up." Cissia was holding her forehead with a hand. Her veins were bulging on her hand.
Angor didn't say anything and gave Cissia a puzzled look.
"Alright, that's enough. I already know that you're not twenty yet. You don't have to keep bringing it up!" Cissy said, "Do you know what kind of topic women hate the most? That's right. Age. I don't want to hear anything related to age from you. "
Angor looked at Cissia who seemed to be getting angry. After two seconds of silence, he shrugged. "Fine."
"Forgive me for being rude. Go on. What else do you want to know? "Cissia tucked her messy hair behind her ear and calmed down.
"My second question is about the Wise Overseer."
Cissia gave Angor a puzzled look. "You said you came here for something else. Don't tell me it's the Wise Overseer? I'll be frank. The Wise Overseer isn't that strong, but it's invincible in the underground waterway. Your team won't stand a chance against it. If you provoke it, you won't even know how you died. "
"Our target isn't the Wise Overseer. We just need to go through the hall where the Wise Overseer lives and find another path." Angor continued, "In order to get through the hall safely without provoking the Wise Overseer, we asked the demon souls outside. According to them, the Wise Overseer likes a wood spirit in the Stairs of Hanging Prison, so we're going to find it and bring it to the Wise Overseer."
Cissia looked enlightened after hearing Angor's simple explanation. "So you came to the Stairs of Hanging Prison for that cowardly wood spirit?"
"You've seen it before, haven't you, Lady Cissia?"
Sisya nodded and recalled the wood spirit. The expression on her face was indescribable. "I've seen it once, but I've never seen such a strange spirit. Not only is it timid and cowardly, it's also very stingy. The rule here is that you need to trade something valuable to get a ticket to pass. I was so frustrated that I didn't even ask for the most valuable thing on its body. I just asked it to give me something random and let me pass. But it was still so stingy. In the end, I had to force it to give me something. Otherwise, it would have played dead for decades. "
The Box of Sisya was indeed quite safe. The Wood Spirit had been able to play dead in a place filled with Witcheyes for many years, and had been able to play dead in the Box of Sisya for several decades.
As Angor thought about it, the image of the wood spirit in his mind became more and more vivid.
But at the same time, he also had a question. "If the wood spirit is so strange, what does the Wise Overseer like about it?"
"I'm curious about that too. Maybe they're birds of a feather? When you meet the Wise Overseer, you can ask him for confirmation. Tell me next time. "
Cissia frowned. "Forget it. Maybe there won't be a next time. I'll ask the Wise Overseer myself when he comes. "
Angor blinked. "I don't know if there will be a next time. Maybe we'll meet more often in the future. "
Cissy asked, "What? You still want to take the Chest of Cissia away? I'm telling you, it won't work. I can't leave this place, unless — "
"Unless what?"
Cissia made a shushing gesture with her index finger. "Don't tell me."
Although Sisya said "can't say" on the surface, she used the black fog around her to create an image.
The image was simple and could be summed up in one word: Spring comes to a withered tree.
Angor pondered for a moment. Was Cissia implying that she could only leave this place with her body when the "withered tree" in Nether City regained its vitality?
Angor didn't want to ask directly since Cissia was restricted by her oath. If he pointed it out, Cissia would be punished by the oath.
"Maybe there's a way we can meet each other without taking your body with us."
"Alright then. I hope you can tell me why the Wise Overseer likes the wood spirit the next time we meet."
Cissia thought Angor meant that he would visit the ruin often, which was why they could meet each other so often.
But in fact, Angor didn't plan to visit the ruin in the near future. Unless he went to Nether City in the Nightmare Realm.
Of course, Angor was referring to the dream wasteland.
Since the dream wasteland was going to be released soon, he didn't mind giving one to Cissia in advance. Besides, Cissia hadn't seen anyone in centuries. She couldn't tell anyone about the wasteland anyway.
Besides, Angor wanted to observe Cissia more to make sure she wouldn't try anything funny so that he could ask her to teach Dodoro something.
But how? He had to bring Cissia to the dream wasteland so that he could keep an eye on her all day long.
"So you know what I'm here for now. Do you have any suggestions for me, Miss Cissia? Do you know how to find the wood spirit, or how to get through the palace of the Wise Overseer? "
Cissia considered. "Ten thousand years ago, it was hard to even get through the palace of the Wise Overseer. Only the daughter of the warden was given special treatment by the Wise Overseer.
"Come to think of it, the two sides of the palace were originally unobstructed paths. Later on, the Wise Sovereign took over one of the paths to build his residence. It's rather baffling. I don't know where you're going, but there are many underground tunnels. You can find other entrances so that you don't have to go around the palace. "
"The outside world is in ruins now. It's hard to find an entrance to the deeper parts."
"I don't know how to do that. I don't remember the way."
"What if I don't take a detour and use the Stairs of Hanging Prison instead?"
"Then I don't know how to do that. Apart from what you said, I can't think of any other way."
"Can't I tell the Wise Overseer that I was introduced to him by Miss Cissia?"
Cissia rolled her eyes at Angor. "Don't use my name. Besides, I don't think he'll let you through even if you do. So, you should just follow your own ideas and look for the wood spirits. "
"Then where is the wood spirit?" Angor asked.
"How should I know? I've never been outside. "
"…" Angor was speechless. He spent so much time preparing for this, but it was all for naught.
"It's inside the Stairs of Hanging Prison. I've never been there, so I don't know. But you don't have to look for it. It's not at the top of the stairs."
"Because the top part of the stairs is broken?"
"That's what the demon's soul told you?" Cissia changed her posture. Her left leg crossed over her right leg, and the high heels made of Starry Sky Crystal swayed with her movements. "Indeed, the top of the Stairs of Hanging Prison is broken. But even if it wasn't broken, do you think that coward would dare to go up there?"
"There are sealed monsters up there, and there were plenty of traps even ten thousand years ago. Now, space rifts are everywhere. That coward won't go there. I don't think it even made it to the third level. "
When Daytime mentioned the wood spirit, he also said that it couldn't go to the top part of the stairs because it was broken. What Xicia said now was in the same direction as what Daytime said, but it was obviously more detailed.
After all, Daytime only heard about how cowardly the wood spirit was. Cissia, on the other hand, saw it for herself.
"If it didn't make it to the third level, then it should be easy to find," Angor muttered to himself.
"The first three levels? You've been to the Stairs of Hanging Prison? "Cissia looked at Angor in confusion.
Of course, Angor wouldn't admit it. "Nether City is a ruin now, and most of its history is lost in the river of time. But there are always some living beings who remember what happened back then and are still alive.
"I learned something from them. They say the Stairs of Hanging Prison has at least 20 levels. The higher the level, the bigger the space inside. Since Miss Cissia said it's the first three levels, I think each level only has one or two cells. It shouldn't be hard to find them. "
Angor once reached the top of the Stairs of Hanging Prison in the Nightmare Realm, but he didn't count them.
It wasn't that he didn't count them. Many of the levels were intertwined with each other, like a complicated illusion. It was hard to tell if there were only one level or more. Besides, there were many places he didn't explore, so he didn't know if there were branches.
But according to his personal experience, the Stairs of Hanging Prison should have between 20 and 40 levels.
"Every time you talk about your sources, you always make up a bunch of nonsense. I don't think I can trust you …" Cissia said.
"Whatever. It doesn't matter where you heard it from. You only told me the number of levels on the surface. In some specific levels, there were even expanded prison spaces. So, if we take everything into consideration, there should be at least 100 levels.
But if you're just looking for the Wood Spirit, you don't have to worry about that. The expanded prison spaces are usually in the middle and upper levels. The first three levels don't have any expanded prison spaces. "
Angor nodded. He vaguely remembered that the first three levels were all single cells with small spaces. If the Wood Spirit was really hiding in the first three levels, it shouldn't be too hard to find it … right?
"Can you give me some more advice about how to find the Wood Spirit, Miss Cissia?"
Xiya twirled the ends of her hair with her fingers unconsciously as she crossed her legs and pondered.
A moment later, Cissia said, "I remember the Wise Lord mentioned that the Wood Spirit didn't try to hide because the first few levels aren't that dangerous. But it still doesn't attract attention.
"If you can't find it, just destroy everything. If it's scared, it'll come out."
Angor didn't know what to say. That's a good idea.
"Is there a gentler way? After all, we're taking the Wood Spirit to the Wise Lord, and the Wise Lord didn't take it away by force. If we do that, the Wise Lord will probably hate us even more."
Silia came back to herself and said, "You're right. You have a point."
Angor suppressed his urge to complain and continued, "Then do you have any other ideas, Miss Cissia? We don't want to hurt the Wood Spirit. "
Angor already gave up hope, but Cissia's IQ seemed to come back online again.
"Yes, I do."
"If there's someone who knows Divination among us, they can use a tracking spell to locate the Wood Spirit."
"A tracking spell?"
Cissia nodded. "As I said, I took something from the Wood Spirit before sending it away. The item came from the Wood Spirit, so it shouldn't be hard to find it with a tracking spell. "
Angor's eyes brightened up. That's a good idea. He didn't even need to use a tracking spell. Perhaps he could find the Wood Spirit just by sensing its aura or energy signature.
"Then can I see the item left behind by the Wood Spirit, Miss Cissia?"
(End of Chapter)
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