Dorcas thought Angor was going to put the piece of wood in a space storage and take it away as a trophy. However, what Angor said was completely different from what he imagined.
Dorcas watched as Angor chopped the log, then burned it with fire. In less than half a minute, the log, which was not small at all, had turned into a thin, short stick.
Next, Angor used Heat Melting and Wax Sealing to seal it.
In the end, the stick became smooth and delicate.
Dorcas already knew what Angor was planning. He was going to insert the stick into the staff he found earlier.
As expected, Angor quickly inserted the short stick into the handle of the four-in-one item. Now, the staff became a real object.
Moreover, from a certain point of view, this cane was the original. Or rather, it was an upgraded version of the original.
After all, the staff was made of supernatural materials. Even if he only made a simple shape, the staff's essence was enhanced.
Angor played with the staff to make sure it felt good. "Alright, let's go."
The others had all seen the staff before, so they weren't surprised. Only the Sovereign of Wisdom continued to stare at the staff, a strange look in his eyes.
Previously, when the staff was still an illusion, he vaguely felt that this staff was a little familiar.
Now that he looked at it again, he still found it familiar. Where did he see it before?
"You're interested in my staff, Sage?" The Sage didn't try to hide his gaze. Angor looked up and saw the Sage staring at the staff.
"I'm just curious. Can you do alchemy?"
The Ruler of Wisdom was indeed surprised that Angor knew how to do alchemy. He might have only done a simple job, but there were many tricks involved in the process.
Angor was quite experienced in dealing with the most difficult parts. For example, how to extract the essence of a material and preserve its supernatural properties? How many supernatural properties could be preserved? This required a lot of experience. The more experienced an alchemist was, the wider the range of materials they could process, and the more extraordinary characteristics they could retain.
Angor didn't sense any supernatural ripples after turning the wood into a short staff. It seemed that the staff didn't retain any supernatural properties. Judging from the faint golden runes on the staff, Angor had sealed his supernatural power inside the staff. Those runes looked like magic runes drawn out of thin air.
Considering how dense the patterns were, Angor didn't lose any supernatural properties during the extraction process.
Angor kept the essence of the material and did some simple magic runes to turn the staff into a "semi-finished alchemy product".
This wasn't too difficult for an alchemist. However, Angor did it in less than two minutes. This wasn't something an ordinary alchemist could do.
Even if the Ruler of Wisdom did the job himself, he would probably be able to do it as fast as Angor. Maybe a little faster, but not by much.
This caused the Sovereign of Wisdom to feel rather surprised.
Rune and alchemy … Angor wasn't just a rune sorcerer, but also an enchantment alchemist? Moreover, his illusory technique was quite strange.
The strength of this supernova was beyond the Wise Ones' expectations.
"A little bit," Angor said humbly. "I heard from Lady Sisya that the Lord of Wisdom is an alchemist as well. I hope I can learn something from the Lord of Wisdom in the future."
He wasn't lying. While Sisya did warn him about the Wise Overseer, Angor didn't want the Wise Overseer to know about the dream wasteland. The Wise Overseer was loyal to Nether City, and he would do anything to bring the city back to life. If the Sage knew about the dream wasteland, Angor would probably fall into his trap.
But putting aside her position as the Sovereign of the Wise's position, Cissia truly admired the Sovereign of the Wise's personal abilities.
To be able to rely on wisdom and technology as a low-level magical creature to stand in the position of the ruler of Nether City was enough to explain everything.
Alchemists all had their own understanding of alchemy, as well as their own self-consistent logic. Angor knew a lot about alchemy from human alchemists, but he didn't know what alchemy looked like in the eyes of non-humans. Would it be completely different from humans, or would it be the same?
Therefore, his request for guidance came from the bottom of his heart.
"As long as you can leave this place safely, you'll have your chance." The Sage gave Angor a thoughtful look. If Angor could leave this place safely, the Sage would even take the initiative to talk to Angor.
"Is the Wise Lord trying to warn me that Noah's place is a dangerous place?"
"You'll see."
The Sage was still trying to keep Angor in suspense. Angor couldn't help but feel helpless.
Angor sighed and walked into the void path without saying anything else.
The Sage looked at Angor's departing figure and glanced at the familiar cane.
As he did, the Sovereign of Wisdom's eyes suddenly froze … he seemed to understand where this sense of familiarity had come from.
It wasn't from the cane itself. It was from the silver handle.
To be more precise, it was from a carved symbol on the handle: a knight's sword with wings, inserted among thorns and roses.
He saw this symbol on the 6163 Test Subject that he had been paying attention to recently.
The 6163 Test Subject was a very special Witch's Eye. It had a clear concept of beauty, which made it fundamentally different from the other Witch's Eyes.
This Witch's Eye was the subject that the Sage paid the most attention to in the past thousand years, even more so than the other two wizard-level Witch's Eyes. Because its situation reminded the wise man of himself back in the day.
This Witch's Eye wasn't born as an anomaly. One day, it suddenly understood the concept of "beauty" and gradually became different from the other Witch's Eyes. It chased after "beauty" and was willing to change itself in order to become "beautiful".
It was similar to what happened to the Sage.
Back then, the Sage was also an ordinary Three-Eyed Blue Demon. Until one night, when he was picking spider eggs, he was bitten by a venomous spider. He fell from a tree and landed on his back. Because his body was numb, he couldn't stand up, so he decided to lie on the ground and wait for the poison to subside.
While lying down, he saw an incomparably brilliant starry sky.
He had seen the starry sky before, but he had never seriously looked at it, nor did he care about it. Compared to the starry sky, he cared more about food.
But this time, because of the poison, he couldn't move. He was forced to look at the starry sky. At first, he only felt that it was a bit of an eyesore. But later, as he looked at it, he realized that the stars were actually twinkling. The twinkling was very interesting, as if they were winking at him.
Then, he became fascinated. Since then, he would raise his head and look at the starry sky every night. At first, he was only fascinated. Later, he started to count them one by one, and then he started to imagine what the other side of the starry sky was like.
When he had the thought of thinking about the starry sky, he was different from the other Three-Eyed Blue Demons. He knew how to think. It was also because of this that he gradually grew to where he was today.
This kind of sudden enlightenment due to a miraculous opportunity was something that could only be encountered by chance and not sought. It could be said to be a talent, but it was not a talent in the conceptual sense.
It was more like a kind of "awakening of wisdom".
The wise man saw this potential in experimental subject No. 6163, so he paid a lot of attention to it. He even continued to expand the concept of "beauty" on it, intentionally or unintentionally. Now, not only did No. 6163 know how to dress up, but he also knew how to match colors. Even "fragrance" had become his understanding of "beauty".
And the last time the wise man went to see No. 6163, he saw a self-made silver pendant on it.
The pattern on the pendant was exactly the same as the logo.
Or rather, the tip of the cane actually came from that pendant?
In that case, experimental subject No. 6163 had met this group of people?
Based on the wise man's understanding of No. 6163, it was very concerned about the ornaments it made. Because, to it, this was beauty. It was a dream that it pursued.
Therefore, it would never give away that silver pendant.
In other words, this group of people met No. 6163, fought with it, and even killed it. Otherwise, they wouldn't have gotten the pendant from it.
It was very likely because they would have to pass by the Witch's Eye's settlement.
Strangely, the wise man left a mark on No. 6163 in order to record the process of "awakening of wisdom". It would automatically trigger the mark if No. 6163 showed any violent fluctuations. However, up until now, the Sage had not sensed any changes in the mark on No.6163's body.
Did something go wrong?
The wise man thought for a moment and sent a strand of spirit energy into the magic array in the underground sewer.
A moment later, the wise man retracted his spirit energy and frowned.
He saw No.6163, who was currently cultivating with the other Witch Eye Ghosts. There were no signs of injury at all. Also, the pendant on No. 6163's body was still there.
So the cane in Angor's hand had nothing to do with No. 6163's pendant?
As the Sage pondered, he glanced at the cane again. Originally, he was going to take a closer look, but he didn't expect to see another emblem.
It was the same as the one on the handle of the cane. However, this one was on Angor's glove instead of the cane.
No. 6163 did not have a glove with an emblem on it. Did this mean the emblem on the cane had nothing to do with No. 6163?
Still, the wise man felt something was off.
He wouldn't care if this happened to someone else. But when it came to Angor, he felt that there was something strange going on.
But Angor's strange coincidences always made him suspicious.
Although the logo on the hanging ornament of No.6163 didn't seem to have much meaning at the moment. But could there really be such a coincidence in this world? Number 6163 had the same emblem. Did Angor have the same emblem too?
The Sage couldn't help but recall Dorcas's words.
One coincidence was one thing, but two or three was another. But what if there were eight or ten of them? Was this really fate's arrangement?
When everything was arranged by fate, no matter how many coincidences there were, they could be explained away.
When he heard Dorcas' words, the wise man thought it was a complete fallacy. Now, he still thought it was a fallacy. But there were no absolutes in this world. Even if it was a fallacy, there might be one or two exceptions.
"… If he really knows the wood spirit, then I'll just take it as a coincidence," the Wise Man said in his mind.
Since he couldn't explain the strange coincidences, he might as well let it slide.
Still, the Wise Man did not believe that Angor knew the wood spirit. The wood spirit was born in the underground sewers. How could it know an outsider?
The Wise Overseer didn't ask Angor about the emblem, but he didn't ask.
Asking about other things would have been fine, but asking about an emblem that didn't seem to be of any importance at the moment wasn't something that the Ruler of Wisdom could do.
Still, the Wise Man was getting more and more interested in Angor's identity.
…
Angor's mind was filled with thoughts as well.
However, he wasn't thinking about the emblem. Instead, he was wondering who the "person" behind the wise man was. Was it one of the "people" left behind in the underground?
While Angor was lost in his thoughts, he heard Dorcas' voice again.
"Are you okay?" Dorcas waved his hand in front of Angor's eyes.
Angor recovered. "I'm fine. What's wrong?"
Dorcas shook his head and gave him a strange look. "Nothing. I just want to make sure you're … okay? Are you really okay? "
Angor gave Dorcas a puzzled look. Was this guy crazy?
"No. I touched a lot of things along the way. You didn't feel anything at all? Didn't you say you used up a lot of your calculation power? Are you lying? "
Angor finally understood why Dorcas was looking at him with such a strange expression.
"If I tell you that I'm barely holding on to talk to you, would you believe me?" Angor's face slowly turned pale.
"No." Dorcas shook his head.
"Fine." Angor's expression returned to normal. He turned around and kept walking.
Something like exhaustion was purely subjective. Even if Dorcas didn't believe him, he couldn't prove it. Angor didn't mind exposing himself.
However, it wasn't because of Dorcas's words that he had changed his expression so quickly that he didn't even bother acting anymore. Instead, it was because he could vaguely sense that the cane in his hand had suddenly become slightly hot.
It was as if something was resonating with it from the depths of the void.
The cane could only be considered a semi-finished alchemy product. It had supernatural properties, but they were all sealed inside the body of the cane.
This sudden resonance was definitely not the effect of the cane. Something was calling out to it from somewhere.
Angor could only think of one possibility — the wood spirit.
(End of Chapter)
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