Since the creature was still within their range, things were much easier. As long as they kept narrowing the hunting area, they would be able to restrict the creature's movement space. Eventually, the creature would be forced to reveal itself.
In order to lower the creature's guard, Angor told Speed Spirit to stay still while they moved forward at the same pace.
At first, the creature didn't notice the defensive net behind them, so it was still moving slowly.
However, as Angor and the others moved faster, the creature realized something was wrong and began to move faster.
At the same time, the wood spirit wrote something on Angor's palm using a small vine: It's running.
While the wood spirit was writing, Angor felt something bumping into the defensive net behind them. He looked back but saw nothing.
At this time, after the Wood Spirit had written the previous set of words, it began to write a new set of words: It bumped into it and ran back.
Seeing this, Angor was sure that the defensive net did hit the hidden creature. However, he didn't react in time. As for waiting for the wood spirit's judgment? Of course not. When the wood spirit finished writing, several seconds had passed since Angor felt the defensive net being bumped.
Therefore, the wood spirit's words could only be used as a reference. It couldn't be used as a live commentary.
Since the enemy already knew something was wrong, Angor didn't let Speed Spirit stay where it was. Instead, he let the bird move forward using a defensive net made of wind.
This way, Angor and Speed Spirit moved in opposite directions, which helped to reduce the creature's range of movement faster.
Ten seconds later, Angor and Speed Spirit were less than 20 meters apart.
And these twenty meters were the "final circle" of the hunting range.
Angor stopped and signaled Speed Spirit to stop moving as well.
It wasn't that Angor was afraid. Twenty meters was a suitable distance. If he kept doing this, the creature would feel even more pressure.
If the creature was really a "surprise" from the Wise Ruler, it would be a form of respect to give it some leeway.
As for whether the creature would accept it or not, Angor would know by looking at its reaction.
Angor stopped and waited for the creature to react. However, before the other party could react, Dorcas' countdown came first.
"Ten, nine, eight …"
Angor glanced at Dorcas, who gave him a "no problem" gesture and kept counting down.
He knew what Dorcas meant. This was the final warning to the hidden creature.
Obviously, Dorcas knew why Angor stopped. However, he didn't want to give Angor an unlimited amount of leeway. Therefore, he took the initiative to add in the countdown. Through the rhythm of the countdown, he continued to exert a sense of psychological urgency.
Angor didn't try to stop Dorcas since he couldn't anyway. He just let Dorcas count down.
When Dorcas was counting down from five, his rhythm was slow and regular, but when he reached the last five, he suddenly changed his pace and sped up his chanting.
This method of changing the rhythm was also a common psychological method … However, the "common" here referred to social interactions.
Where did Dorcas learn something like this?
Was it because someone had taught him a lesson, and he learned from his shame? Or could it be that he wanted to use this method on others?
No matter what the answer was, Angor believed that if Dorcas followed him in the future, it would be better to keep women away from him.
While Angor's mind was racing, Dorcas' countdown reached the last three.
But before Dorcas could count to three, everyone heard an unfamiliar voice.
"Treasure hunter, your countdown puzzles me. Do you wish to witness my arrival with your own eyes?"
The voice had a clear accent. Hmm … like a poet's. It seemed the speaker was intentionally learning how to sing. Judging from the tone of the voice, it sounded like a young man's voice.
"Treasure hunter", plus the key information of "countdown", basically confirmed that the speaker was talking to Dorcas.
However, Dorcas showed a confused expression. "Huh?"
"Treasure hunter, I will fulfill your wish. But can you pay the price for it?"
Dorcas was about to say, "My wish isn't to witness your arrival." However, before he could say anything, a figure appeared in front of everyone.
It was a young man wearing a green robe, holding a harp in his hand, and wearing an elegant flat hat.
At first glance, he was dressed like a bard.
As for his face … it was not clear because he was wearing a mask. The mask was incomplete. It only covered his right eye and a third of his face. The rest of his face was not covered. He looked like a handsome young man.
The harp-holding poet was still staring at Dorcas. "I have arrived. Now it is time for me to pay the price."
Dorcas showed a look of disdain. "Who wants to witness your arrival? That's not my wish."
The poet completely ignored Dorcas' rebuttal and continued, "The price you must pay is …"
The poet stopped and casually plucked the harp. A complicated formula appeared in front of Dorcas.
This formula had been deduced at least 60 times, densely covering the entire wall of light.
At the end of the formula, there was an equal sign, followed by a big question mark.
"Solve this formula and give your explanation. This is the price you must pay. "With that, the poet leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.
Dorcas was left staring at the wall of light in front of him, dumbfounded.
"What's going on here? Is this bard the hidden creature? "Dorcas asked through the Spirit Bond.
"Yes, but not all of them."
Dorcas was not the only one who didn't understand Angor's answer. The others all looked at Angor in confusion.
"According to the wood spirit, the hidden aura disappeared as soon as the bard showed up."
Dorcas: "What does that mean? The bard is the hidden creature? "
Angor shook his head. "I asked where the creature disappeared and found something strange. There's a magic array at the place where it disappeared."
Dorcas said, "Magic array? You mean — "
"It's most likely the Wise Lord. Only the Wise Ruler can activate the magic array from the core node, and the magic array activated from the core node can limit the transmission of energy fluctuations. This is also why we didn't sense the magic array being activated before. "
If Angor didn't look carefully, he wouldn't have noticed it.
"What does the Wise Lord have to do with this bard?" Wail asked curiously.
"The Wise Lord did activate the magic array, but we can't teleport from where the hidden creature disappeared. It's very likely that the creature is still nearby," Angor said.
"But I didn't sense any wood spirit spawn's presence, so the bard must be hiding in the crack between reality and the magic array.
"As for this bard, he didn't sense any wood spirit spawn's presence, so he's not the hidden creature. Or more accurately, not exactly." "But he can't just appear out of thin air, so he's most likely a trick of the hidden creature."
"So this is how he wants me to solve the problem?!" Dorcas' astonishment could be sensed through the Spirit Bond.
Angor didn't understand this either, so he chose to remain silent.
It was Wail who spoke up. "I noticed that the bard only talked to Dorcas. He didn't even look at the others."
Dorcas: "So?"
"So I think he's here for you," Wail said.
Dorcas still didn't understand. "If you want to know the truth, solve the riddle. If you're not interested, we'll just keep moving. "
Count Black was right. They could just ignore the bard and keep moving.
However, if this poet was the 'pleasant surprise' that the Wise Ruler had mentioned, Dorcas didn't want to miss out on such a dubious opportunity.
For wandering wizards, "missing something" was something they would remember for the rest of their lives.
To put it bluntly, Dorcas wanted to get something from the bard. If he missed it, in the future, when he woke up at night, he would probably start to sigh and criticize himself with "If only I hadn't missed it back then" as the starting point.
"Let's solve it then. But this one … I don't understand it. "
Dorcas avoided the option of "keep moving". Everyone knew what he was trying to do. But no one pointed it out. They were also curious about what the "surprise" was.
"It's a variation of Taomi Heba's riddle. It's not too hard." It was Kael, who had been quiet all this time.
Dorcas turned around and stared at Kael with glowing eyes.
He didn't say anything, but Kael knew what he was trying to say.
Kael hesitated. "Let me try?"
"Sure. Tell me and I'll write it."
They spent the rest of the time calculating in Kael's mind while Dorcas copied the answer. When he was done, he simply waited for the next question to be answered.
"So this is Kael's specialty." Angor sighed.
Taomi Heba's riddle was a number theory problem that appeared a long time ago. It could be considered as part of mathematics. However, if it was applied to a Transcendent structure, it would be a classic spatial puzzle.
Space Manipulator wasn't as easy as people thought because it was a field that placed a lot of emphasis on mathematical talents.
When space-attribute adepts fought, they had to make a lot of mental calculations, no matter where they were. Only then would they be able to construct a perfect and suitable spatial structure.
Once something went wrong with the spatial structure, the consequences would be far worse than any other Manipulator. It could even lead to a local spatial rebound.
As a result, all space Manipulator wizards were geniuses when it came to calculations.
Those who weren't geniuses were all eliminated.
"But even without Kael's help, you can still help, right?" Black Earl asked.
Count Dark wasn't joking either. Angor was an expert in spatial analysis, and he even ventured into a dangerous dimension with Kael before.
Considering the fact that Angor once used Instant Move, it was obvious that Angor was quite familiar with the art of space.
Apart from Space Manipulator, Tooling and Rune Manipulation were the only two major Manipulators who were proficient in mathematics.
Angor didn't answer Black Earl's question directly. Instead, he smiled. "Nice poem, but it's a bit far-fetched."
Black Earl chuckled. "Is that a poem?"
"Any expression can be turned into a poem as long as you know how to punctuate it."
Wa Yi, who had been listening to their conversation, couldn't understand what was going on. He could understand the conversation between Angor and Count Black at first. But when Angor started talking about "poems", Count Black could not understand anything at all. It was as if he was speaking from two different worlds.
As Wa Yi tried to figure out what was going on, he heard Kael's voice coming from their Spirit Bond.
"It's solved. This is the final expression. Now, all that's left is to analyze it! "After a while, Wa Yi suddenly exclaimed," … This looks like a poem? "
"The wind ruffled his soft long hair, blowing, blowing that moving melody."
"Listen, it's the wind singing.
"Cheer, it's a song written by the wind.
"For the everlasting vines, sing … Luigi's Song in the Wind."
While Wa Yi analyzed the poem, Dorcas copied it down.
Dorcas was also complaining. You call that a poem? Is it a joke? What's with Luigi's Song in the Wind?
When he finished the last stroke, ripples appeared on the wall of light in front of Dorcas. After the ripples, the wall of light disappeared, and a chant sounded in his ears.
The singer was none other than the poet who had suddenly appeared, and he was singing the poem that Wa Yi had analyzed …?
Soon, the poet finished the last line in his beautiful voice. "For the everlasting vines, sing … Luigi's Song in the Wind."
The moment his voice fell, the poet lightly plucked the flute and ended the song.
He then placed his flute horizontally, placed a hand on his chest, and bowed to Dorcas. "I'll accept your payment. You should feel honored to have such a beautiful poem created by your pen."
Dorcas: "… No, not at all."
"Lastly, I hope you can remember my name. I am … Luigi."
As his voice fell, the poet named Luigi turned into countless specks of light and disappeared.
Only a broken mask was left on the ground.
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