The Sage's words stirred up everyone's emotions. However, they were not ordinary people, and they quickly suppressed their inner emotions.
Angor already told them about the "Sage" mentioned by Sisya. Anyone who was called a "Sage" was supposed to be smart … or rather, cunning.
In front of a "Sage", any emotion, any behavior, or even a "normal" action could be interpreted by the Sage, which would then give them more information.
Angor reminded them to not do anything when they met the Sage. They should just pretend to be emotionless gargoyles.
Of course, doing nothing would also allow the Wise Ones to analyze some information, but compared to the information provided by the release of emotions, this kind of information was obviously much less.
The Sage raised an eyebrow when he saw everyone's emotions suddenly changing from shock and fear to indifference. He already had an idea in his mind.
"Looks like I was wrong. Not only do you know who I am, but you also know more about me. Who told you that?"
The Sage paced back and forth in a small area as if he was thinking.
Since the Sage didn't come to destroy the dome, Angor didn't activate the plane passageway. They were going to meet the Sage anyway. Since the Sage wanted to talk, Angor didn't mind waiting for a while.
"There were quite a few people who knew about me ten thousand years ago, but there were very few who knew that I was still alive and near the Stairs of Hanging Prison." The sage looked at everyone, as if he wanted to find some clues from their eyes, but no one showed any emotions.
Only the Dark Earl was pointing his nose at the Sage. Unfortunately, the Sage couldn't read anything from a pair of nostrils.
Seeing that no one answered him, the Sage continued, "I can only think of a few people, and even fewer are willing to tell you about this place. The only one who can tell you about me is … Sisya, right? "
When the Sage mentioned Sisya, someone's eyes flickered.
It was a man covered in layers of illusions. Even if the Sage could see through the illusions that it was a red-haired, golden-eyed man, it was difficult for him to determine whether the man's appearance was real or not because of the layers of illusions.
Speaking of illusions … Was this the wizard who could create moving illusions?
Of course, the Sage was looking at Angor.
He observed Angor carefully. Apart from the flickering look in Angor's eyes, Angor did not show any other emotion.
"Am I right?" The Sage was still staring at Angor because the latter was the only one who could give him feedback. Perhaps he could break Happy's defenses and search for clues through him.
No one said a word, not even Count Dark. But Angor did.
"There's no need to ask such a small question, Wise Lord. Let's go back to your original question. What do you want to talk about with the Noah Clan?"
The Sage frowned. Angor was trying to change the topic too quickly as if he was just asking a trivial question. It revealed a sense of indifference, and behind this indifference, there seemed to be a hidden truth.
Did he make a mistake? Was it Sisya who revealed it? Or could it be further improved, and there was more than just information provided by Cisia?
The Wise Man's thoughts were running fast, but he answered quickly, "Are you from the Noah Clan?"
"Whether I'm from the Noah Clan or not depends on what you want to talk about."
This time, he did not try to control his expression. Instead, he displayed his emotions on his face. If you're looking for the Noah Clan for something good, I'll admit it. But if you're looking for a sacrifice, then you have nothing to do with the Noah Clan until eight lifetimes ago.
The Sage liked it when people gave ambiguous answers. The more they tried to hide something, the more they would reveal.
But this time, the Sage found it hard to tell.
Angor's calm demeanor allowed the others to let out a sigh of relief despite their expressionless faces. This meant that Angor was probably the core member of this group, or even the leader.
Since the Noah Clan appeared here, it was very likely that they were looking for the location of Her Majesty the Goddess. Therefore, it was normal for the person who led this team to be a member of the Noah Clan.
From this perspective, Angor might really be a member of the Noah Clan.
However, there were many things about Angor that did not look like a member of the Noah Clan. For example, according to the Wise Man's information, most Noah Clan members were earth wizards. Angor, on the other hand, did not look like an earth wizard at all. He looked more like an illusionist. The strange nose, on the other hand, clearly carried the power of earth when using the Dome Shield.
The Wise Man thought for a moment and looked at the Black Earl. "Aren't you going to say something?"
"Don't try to trick me. I'll admit that I'm from the Noah Clan. But I think you should talk to him first. He's our leader. "The" him "Black Earl was referring to was Angor.
The Wise Man did not figure out who Angor was. Instead, he became even more confused. Since Black Earl used "from the Noah Clan" instead of "belonging to the Noah Clan", there was still room for doubt.
More importantly, Black Earl admitted that Angor was the leader, which meant the Wise Man's guess was correct. The illusionist who spoke first was a core member, which meant he was more likely to be a member of the Noah Clan.
Another thing worth noting was that the nose on the stone slab was the biggest threat to the Wise Man, followed by the Bloodline Wizards, and finally the illusionist.
However, that illusionary Magus seemed to be hiding something. Even the wise ones felt their hearts palpitate.
The Wise Man came up with an idea.
Whether the illusionist was a member of the Noah Clan or not, he must be someone important. Otherwise, he would not feel threatened by the aura.
If the Noah Clan sent their juniors to explore the underground waterways, they would definitely support them greatly. Perhaps they would even hand over the clan's treasures to the juniors. Therefore, if Angor was a descendant of the Noah Clan, it was reasonable that there was something dangerous about him.
Also, the nose on the stone slab had an extraordinary aura as well. He admitted that he was from the Noah Clan, but he gave Angor the right to speak.
Could it be that this nose was also sent by the Noah Family as a guard for the younger generation?
Very likely.
This was because his sudden appearance had caught them off guard. The first thing they thought of was to fight, protect, and escape. Judging from the positions under the dome, the nose on the stone slab was obviously going to fight and protect Angor, while the others gathered together to open a plane passageway and escape.
Thinking about it this way, the logic was self-consistent. The illusionist was a descendant of the Noah Clan, which meant he was more likely to be a member of the Noah Clan.
As for the rumor that the entire Noah Clan was made up of earth wizards … well, it was just a rumor. It was common for information to be exaggerated during the process of spreading. A powerful wizard clan could not reach the top of the wizarding world by relying on only one branch.
Therefore, it was possible for the Noah Clan to have Sorcerers of other Elements.
Angor was a member of the Noah Clan.
In half a second, the Wise Man came up with several possible scenarios in his mind. In each case, Angor was likely to be a member of the Noah Clan, but it was not absolute.
Since the nose "came" from the Noah Clan, the Wise Man might as well treat this illusionist as a descendant of the Noah Clan.
"Do you want to talk now?" Angor looked at the Wise Man with a sincere look.
The Wise Man looked back at Angor. "Alright, I'll treat you as a member of the Noah Clan —"
Angor quickly waved a hand. "No, wait. Tell me about the pros and cons first. It'll make it easier for me to switch identities."
Angor's "shameless" attitude gave the Wise Man a headache. Of course, the Wise Man could act shamelessly as well. However, they already knew that he was an "elder" from ten thousand years ago. It was better for him to act like a gentleman.
The Wise Man maintained his gentlemanly smile. "Sly child."
"I'm not being cunning. I just don't want to die here for no reason. I still have a bright future ahead of me." Angor was still sincere. He was speaking from the bottom of his heart.
The Wise Man considered for a moment and glanced at the group including Dorcas. "Let's talk then. But are you sure you want to talk here? "
The Wise Man's meaning was clear. This was a private matter of the Noah Clan. Were Angor not worried about outsiders knowing about it?
"Of course we'll do it here. I'm scared of dying." Angor spoke without hesitation as if he had fully entered the role of "Schrodinger's Noah".
"As for secrets, those who know about them will find out. As for those who don't need to know, there's always a way to keep them in the dark. "
Angor meant that if there were secrets that Dorcas and the others did not want to know, they could use Memory Erasure or Binding Oath.
However, the Wise Man understood it as "those who don't need to know".
"That sounds like the style of the Noah Clan," the Wise Man muttered.
Angor did not expect the Wise Man to misunderstand. "So, can you tell me now? What do you want from the Noah Clan?"
The Sage stared into Angor's eyes for a while. The atmosphere became a bit tense. Finally, the Sage spoke again.
After a while, he said, "Noah Clan shouldn't be here."
Angor did not hesitate. "Ah, I'm not from the Noah Clan. You've got the wrong person. This one, this one is from the Noah Clan. If you want to kill him, go to him. "
He pointed a finger at Dorcas as he spoke.
Dorcas widened his eyes in disbelief. "You —"
Before Dorcas could say anything, an "X" was added to his mouth, and he was silenced. Judging from the way it was done, it was no doubt done by the Dark Earl.
It would have been better if Count Black did not seal Dorcas' mouth. Now that Dorcas' mouth was sealed, the sage was more convinced that Angor was a Noah.
Angor knew that the Dark Earl did it on purpose, but he could not say anything right now. Since he was going to put on a show, he might as well go all the way.
"You don't have to think that it's a bad thing," the Wise Man looked at Angor.
"If it's not a bad thing, then why did you say the Noah Clan shouldn't be here?" Angor raised an eyebrow.
"I know why you're here." The Wise Man did not answer Angor's question. He knew that they were trying to find out each other's bottom line.
"Like hell you do. You're not a Prophet," Angor muttered. "Well, since you know why we're here, why don't you tell me what we're doing here?" Angor mumbled to himself.
"It doesn't matter what you're doing here. Your destination is not here."
"Then where do you think it is?" Angor asked.
Sage: "There's no need to keep spying on me. My relationship with your Noah Clan is not shallow."
"Do you know about poker games?" Angor suddenly changed the topic. "I don't think so. It's a new form of entertainment that's becoming popular recently. But I can tell you that there are many kinds of poker games, but they all have one thing in common. Whoever shows his or her trump card first will fall behind. Sometimes, being one step behind means losing the whole game. "
The Wise Man felt a little tired after watching Angor's probing and direct attitude. He had been working inside Phantom Slave's body for several days already, and he was exhausted. If it wasn't for "Him", he would not move at all.
This cunning brat refused to reveal his trump card no matter what. He didn't want to continue arguing, so he decided to let him reveal his trump card.
"You're going to find 'Him's' relic?"
Angor noticed that the Wise Man's attitude had softened. "Him? Who is' Wise Man '?"
The Wise Man closed his third eye and remained silent for several seconds before he opened his eyes again. "Augustine."
The Wise Man stared at Angor, waiting to see what Angor was going to say next. In the Wise Man's opinion, Angor would not give a direct answer. Angor would only give an ambiguous answer after making sure everything was correct.
However, the Wise Man was wrong this time.
Angor still did not give a direct answer, but he did give a clear answer. "Yes, I do."
"Are you sure?" The Wise Man asked again.
"Is that something I can be sure of? We'll have to see what the Wise Man thinks first. "
The Wise Man was a little surprised, but he soon realized what Angor meant.
If they really wanted to go to that place, they would have to go through his palace first. It was up to him to decide whether to let them go or not.
The Wise Man chuckled. "Just when I thought you're going to beat around the bush, you got straight to the point."
"Because it's up to you to decide. If the Wise Man doesn't let us go, we'll have to leave. "
As for where we go, that's none of your business.
Angor looked at the Wise Overseer as if to say, "You make the decision now."
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