"So he's faking it." Dorcas looked at Angor's back and couldn't help but think to himself. Angor was walking slowly just now because he used up too much energy. Now he was running so fast? Who would believe that?
Back in Queen's Town, Dorcas already knew that Angor was a cunning person. He should always be suspicious of his words.
While complaining in his mind, Dorcas followed Angor.
He decided to question Angor. Why did he have to run away again when he didn't need to spend much energy on his calculations?
Dorcas cared about Angor's calculation because Angor had to run again after "dying" by touching the picture frame. "Corpse running" was a kind of fun to watch others run, but if it was him, it would be a very embarrassing thing.
Especially since Wai Yi and Kael had witnessed his corpse running.
Wai wasn't a big deal. He was an otaku anyway. But Kael lived in the Sandworm Market. Every time Dorcas saw Kael, he would be reminded of the horrible royal family. How could he go back to Cross Tavern again?
Dorcas chased after Angor with great resentment.
Before he could question Angor, he saw Angor stop with a serious look. Angor looked back at the others, then looked ahead with a confused expression.
What's going on? Did he find something?
Dorcas looked around suspiciously, trying to see if there was anything wrong. However, he couldn't see anything with his naked eye. His spirit power couldn't reach the Stairs of Hanging Prison, so he could only give Angor a confused look.
Angor said, "There's a fork in the road."
Dorcas looked at where Angor was pointing. There was indeed a fork in the road that led to two completely different directions. But …
"Is there anything wrong?"
"Nothing," Angor replied.
Dorcas had a suspicious look on his face. "If there's nothing wrong, why did you stop?"
"I'm thinking about which way to go first."
Dorcas didn't know what to say. Do you have to look so serious when you're just thinking about which way to go? Besides, it doesn't matter which way you go first. If you don't find it, you'll have to go back to the other way anyway.
Angor looked back at Dorcas. "Which way do you think is better?"
Dorcas was stunned for a moment. Why did these words sound so familiar?
Two seconds later, Dorcas replied with some hesitation, "My Inspiration talent hasn't recovered yet."
"I'm just lazy and don't want to make a decision. Since you don't want to make the decision, then leave it to the will of the heavens. "
Lazy? Hand it over to heaven's will? Before Dorcas could figure out what was going on, Angor tossed the cane into the air. After the staff spun in the air several times, it finally stopped in the middle of the fork.
After the staff fell to the ground, there was a short pause, and then it began to spin like a top with the end of the staff as the fixed point.
Seeing this, Dorcas understood what Angor was trying to do. Angor was using the cane to ask for directions.
"You know prophecy? Are you using the Stars Guide the Way or the Good Luck Magic Staff? Or is this the guidance of fate? "
Stars Guide was a level-3 cantrip. It was a stargazing spell from the Astrological Axis School. It required a magic staff as a medium to ask for directions. Good Luck Magic was a cantrip from the Inquiring Bell School. It involved a series of prophecy spells that used a magic staff as a medium.
As for Destiny's Guidance, it was a level-2 spell from the String of Fate School. It was a higher-level prophecy spell that could only be learned by wizards who were at least level-1 or truth-finder. Dorcas didn't believe that Angor knew Destiny's Guidance. He only included it as a joke.
Angor shook his head. "Neither. It's —"
Angor remained silent for a moment before he slowly uttered the word, "… the will of the heavens."
Dorcas looked at Angor's serious expression and was surprised for a moment. "You're not using any prophecy spells? You're just relying on fate? "
Angor considered for a moment and spoke in a meaningful tone, "Not just fate, but also face."
"Face? What do you mean?" Wail joined them and asked curiously.
"You'll have to ask him." Angor gave Dorcas a meaningful look.
Dorcas pointed at himself and silently opened his mouth: Ask me? How should I know?
Angor said, "Didn't you say that the wood spirit might know me? If that's true, then it's all about face, right? "
Dorcas: "… Are you serious?"
Angor grinned. "Why don't you take a guess?"
Dorcas seriously thought about it for a second. Angor sounded like he was joking. Judging from the other people's expressions, they all thought so as well. Oddly enough, Dorcas somehow felt that Angor was telling the truth. At least half of it was true. Angor was just using a joke to cover up his true thoughts.
So … Angor really believed that the wood spirit might know him?
But was that possible? Even if the wood spirit recognized the staff, and it really did belong to Sunders, it didn't mean it knew Angor. It might remember that its original body used to belong to Sunders, but how could it know Angor, a new star who only emerged in recent years?
Dorcas didn't think so, but he also felt that Angor was too calm. Was there something else going on?
"I don't know if you're serious or not, but I need to warn you. The staff is about to land." Dorcas didn't want to ask since the Ruler of Wisdom was right beside them. He simply pretended that he never thought about it.
Everyone looked at where Dorcas was pointing and saw that the staff was already on the ground. It was pointing to the right.
"Shall we go to the right first, sir?" Kal asked.
Angor looked at the path on the right and rubbed his chin. "No. Let's go to the left first."
Everyone was surprised to see Angor walking to the left. Didn't Angor say he was going to leave it to fate? Why did fate tell him to go to the left?
They didn't know why Angor suddenly changed his mind, but they didn't ask. After all, they didn't know Angor well enough to know his personality. Maybe he was just such a capricious person?
And such people were quite common in the wizarding world. In the words of Chairman Lightchaser of the City of Truth, it was normal for a wizard to have a strange temper after being cooped up in a small room all year round to train or do research.
But was Angor really such a capricious person?
Obviously, that was not the case. In fact, Angor didn't seem to be having a hard time choosing the right path.
Angor stopped at this fork because he felt his staff heating up and resonating with the path on the left. If the source of the resonance was the wood spirit, it meant that the spirit was on the left path.
But there was something else strange.
When Angor came to the fork, the heat from the staff suddenly disappeared.
Angor was a little confused. He already felt the resonance, and he was sure that the path was on the left. So why did the staff suddenly stop heating up when he came to the fork?
Did it think that he already knew the path and didn't need to point it out anymore? Or did it use the path on the right to distract him?
Angor didn't know what was going on, so he stopped at the fork.
He didn't really care whether he went to the left or the right. He was just curious. If the heat from the staff was the work of the wood spirit, what was its intention? But if it wasn't the wood spirit, who could it be? Was it … the Mirror Demon?
In order to confirm his thoughts, he took out his cane and pointed it in the opposite direction.
The body of the staff came from the wood spirit. When Angor threw the staff away, he basically gave up control of it. If the wood spirit was around, it could easily take over the staff.
In other words, there were two possibilities for why the staff moved to the right. One, it was due to inertia, and the other, the wood spirit was secretly manipulating it.
The former was not important, so it wasn't worth discussing. The latter was more important. If the wood spirit really did take over the staff and guided it to the right, then the situation was very interesting.
The wood spirit's actions told Angor that it was on the left. Why did it suddenly move to the right? This was contradictory.
What made the wood spirit change its mind? Was it trying to distract him? Or did the wood spirit have other plans?
Angor came up with all these questions under the assumption that the wood spirit was involved.
Of course, it was more likely that the wood spirit didn't do anything. Angor was just imagining things on his own.
But if the wood spirit really didn't do anything, then why did the staff heat up and guide him to the right direction? Who could it be? What was going on?
With these questions in mind, Angor walked to the left path.
Angor decided to take the left path in the first place. Since the staff resonated with the left side, he should be able to find some clues no matter what was resonating with it. But it was hard to say if he took the right path.
…
The left path was longer than Angor expected, but it was a peaceful one.
They passed by three different rooms, all of which were floating in the void. They all looked familiar to Angor, but he couldn't match them with the rooms on the second floor. They were too damaged. Angor didn't find anything in the three rooms.
They were now going to the last room on the left side of the path. According to Count Black's information, this last room was the most well-preserved room on the second floor.
When they actually saw this room, it was indeed as the Black Earl had said. Not only did this room retain its complete outer shell, it even had a second floor and a very hidden attic.
However, in such a well-preserved room, there was still no trace of the Wood Spirit.
The only thing worth mentioning about the room was that there was a Shadow Ghoul's corpse in the attic. Although it was called a wreckage, all that was left was a circle of black dots on the wall.
This was a characteristic of Shadow Ghouls. After they died, they would gradually disappear. In the end, they would leave behind a human-shaped shadow, which was the last trace of a Shadow Ghoul in this world. You could even call it a tombstone.
A Shadow Ghoul's shadow would last for different periods of time. A wizard-level Shadow Ghoul could last for more than a thousand years, while a regular one could only last for less than a hundred years.
The Shadow Ghoul here wasn't a wizard-level Shadow Ghoul. In other words, the Shadow Ghoul died within a hundred years.
Judging from the traces, the Shadow Ghoul was killed in this room.
This was very interesting. Who killed the Shadow Ghoul?
According to Cissia, the only people who had passed through her place in the past hundred years were their group. The one in front of them was the wood spirit.
This meant that if it was an outsider, then only the wood spirit could have killed the Shadow Ghoul.
This was because only Cissia's dimension had a way to reach the Stairs of Hanging Prison. The other entrances would have to pass through the Sage's hall.
If the wood spirit hadn't killed the Shadow Ghoul, then the only ones left were the Sage and the person hiding in his shadow.
No one here was stupid. Even Levi was an "old man" who had lived for nearly a hundred years. He could tell that this Shadow Ghoul was special.
The Sage saw that everyone was looking at him. He thought for a moment and didn't hide anything. "I don't know who did it. It's most likely the wood spirit, because it hid here before. I don't know when, but it moved to another place. Since then, I haven't seen it return. "
"If it's the wood spirit, then it's not as timid as I thought." Dorcas rubbed his chin and pondered.
"Sage, do you know if the wood spirit left before or after the Shadow Ghoul's death?"
The Sage shook his head. "I don't know."
Dorcas gave Angor a puzzled look. "Why are you asking this? If the wood spirit killed the Shadow Ghoul, then it must have left after killing the Shadow Ghoul. "
"Not necessarily." The Black Earl, who had been silent all this while, finally spoke up. "Currently, the information we know is that the Wood Spirits are timid by nature and are very talented in concealment. However, we still don't know how strong their attacks are."
"If the wood spirit specializes in long-range attacks, it can attack from its own comfort zone. That way, it can avoid its cowardly nature."
Dorcas had a look of realization on his face. "So that's how it is … However, if it's really as Black said, and the wood spirit's attacks are extremely long-range attacks, that means that it also has super long-range perception. Otherwise, it won't be able to hit the Shadow Ghoul accurately. "
"So if the wood spirit is on the second level, it might have found us already?"
As Dorcas spoke, he suddenly turned his head to look at the Sovereign of Wisdom.
The Sovereign Sage only smiled slightly, not giving him a reply.
The Sage didn't say anything, but he didn't deny their guesses either.
The wood spirit must have a way to attack.
Furthermore, with the timid nature of the Wood Spirits, the attacks they developed would definitely not be the kind of direct attacks. It was very likely that they would use long-range attacks or sneak attacks.
"If that's the case, aren't we already in danger?" Vaay asked in surprise.
"You haven't even come in yet. What danger?" Dorcas scoffed.
Vaay quickly added, "I mean, sir, you're in danger."
"Did you forget about me?" Kael looked at Vaay with a gloomy expression.
Compared to Mister Hyperdimension, he was the one in the most danger.
Vaay looked at Kael awkwardly and scratched his head, not knowing what to say.
"Don't worry, we're not doing this. If you die, I'll bring your soul back. "
Kael gave Dorcas a resentful look before he turned his attention to Angor.
"It's just a guess. There's no real information. Besides, if the wood spirit is really timid, it wouldn't have started a fight. " Angor patted Kael's shoulder. "Let's go. Since there's nothing here, let's get out of here. Also, I need your help with something. "
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