"You're leaving just like that?" Dorcas muttered, "You're apologizing without any compensation?"
"Why should it care about compensation?" Angor spoke in a soft voice, "Sometimes, I prefer an apology without compensation."
Dorcas glanced at Angor and grumbled, "Because you care about compensation, so you care about why it didn't compensate you!"
"I know what you're thinking. You're thinking that not compensating sometimes gives you more. It's a psychological game theory."
"But from my point of view, the only way to be satisfied is to pay compensation immediately. Who cares about that little bit of psychological guilt? "
Dorcas was not stupid. He knew that Angor cared more about "debt" than "even".
This was not wrong. It was only suitable for people who had a lot of money in their pockets. For someone like Dorcas who was always struggling to make ends meet, he cared more about immediate benefits.
Angor also understood that different people saw things from different perspectives. There was no right or wrong. So, he did not argue with Dorcas. He slowly collected the array disks on the ground and began to talk about what everyone was most concerned about.
How did he meet the Hidden Slave of Childlike Heart, and what happened in that short period of time?
The whole process was probably a sudden encounter, then being threatened, and then finding out that the other party was an idiot.
Angor shrugged. "I didn't know it was Hidden Slave's Child's Heart back then. I just thought the thing had something wrong with its head. Why would it harm itself and use its own blood to write a sentence filled with grammatical errors that was not threatening at all?"
"If Er Bao didn't mention it, I would've forgotten about it."
Angor finished collecting all the external disks and stood up. "Time to go. Our next opponent should be Child's Slave … It's not far from us. I think it will sense us soon."
Child's Slave was a small interlude. The real test for them was Child's Slave.
Child's Slave was basically the complete form of Child's Slave, and it was probably the strongest among the three. More importantly, Geng Gui and Er Bao cared about Child's Slave the most.
If Child's Slave was hurt, they could treat it rationally and apologize. However, if the heart of a loving mother was hurt, the probability would be different.
However, they already had a plan on how to get around Slave You, so they didn't panic.
He was more worried about the path beyond the Sage Hall.
How terrifying was the Baby Spirit that the person who had passed the message to him had mentioned? This was still an unknown.
Everyone set off once again, but this time, their expressions were not as relaxed as before.
According to the energy flow, they were getting closer and closer to the Mother's Slave. Perhaps the crossroads were not far away, or there could be an ambush waiting for them at any corner. Because of that, everyone was on high alert. After all, they were facing a Transcendent creature that wasn't even recorded in "Where Are the Magical Beasts?"
In fact, he was only pretending to be serious. Using the energy flow of the magic array to determine the distance between him and Netherworld Slave was also a lie.
The energy flow of the magic array didn't mean anything. He only knew that he was getting closer to the crossroads because he had already walked past it.
Since he already knew where the crossroads were, he didn't panic. Besides, he already calculated in his mind that the best time to release the disk was to place it.
Compared to the previous two times when Geng Gui suddenly showed up, Angor was much more confident this time. After all, Geng Gui's ambush was a moving target, while Slave You was a fixed target whose location was already known. Angor could easily set the location in advance to increase his confidence.
However, he couldn't say this out loud. Like everyone else, Angor had to put on a serious expression and frown as if he was thinking about something.
As a matter of fact, Angor's meditation was nothing more than him simulating all possible scenarios in his mind. He was also trying to find a balance point among all possible scenarios so that he could set up an external array disk with this balance point as the foundation.
In other words, he would optimize the placement of the external disk.
Angor didn't dare to do this when he was ambushed by Geng Gui. He was afraid that the hole would become bigger if he was one second late. However, he could try to optimize the layout to achieve the best result when facing Netherworld Slave.
After walking for another hundred meters, the light in front of them grew dimmer, as if the light was being corroded by an unknown darkness.
Even the originally flat walls began to show signs of potholes.
They also smelled something rotten in the air.
"We're almost at the crossroads. Be careful." Angor warned them again through the Spirit Bond. What they saw and heard did make them more cautious.
Angor knew that there was still a long way to go before they reached the crossroads. The sudden change in the environment had nothing to do with Netherworld Slave, but it did make Angor feel safer.
The same thing happened in the Nightmare Realm.
The Nightmare Realm probably reflected the Nether City from ten thousand years ago. So, this place was already damaged ten thousand years ago? Maybe something happened to this corridor ten thousand years ago?
Angor took a closer look. The wall was damaged, but the magic array was still intact, which made him feel better.
If even the magic array was damaged, it would be hard to say whether they could go further.
The further they went, the dimmer the lights around them became.
The previously brightly lit and spacious passageway now resembled a tomb passage in a graveyard, narrow and dark.
This kind of narrow environment was good for supernatural creatures like Netherworld Slave, who could create large, long-distance, and almost unbreakable tunnels.
Narrow meant that it was hard to hide, while long and narrow meant that they could only run along the narrow paths. There were no other escape routes, which was perfect for Netherworld Slave's ability.
As long as Netherworld Slave hid underground and waited for someone to come, he could easily devour them.
Even if Netherworld Slave was discovered, it would be fine. There was only one way out. Either turn back or keep moving forward.
Moving forward meant being devoured.
Turning back was not completely safe either. There was a long, narrow path without any crossroads. Even if Netherworld Slave chased after someone, he wouldn't have to worry about getting away.
Hidden Slave's plan was very good. In fact, this was indeed the best place to hunt.
Unfortunately, Netherworld Slave ran into someone who knew magic arrays. Angor learned them from Margret's secret room, which was an enhanced version of the ones available in the Nightmare Realm. And all the magic arrays around here, including the ones left behind by Margret, were set up by Margret.
So, Netherworld Slave ran into an iron wall.
…
When the lights were so dim that the shadows on the walls were almost drawn into a dark grid, Dorcas suddenly spoke in their Spirit Bond, "Don't you think something's wrong?"
Of course Angor knew something was wrong. There was a corner in the darkness, which led to the path where Netherworld Slave was hiding.
Angor was wondering if he should use the energy flow in the magic array as an excuse to tell everyone that he already found Netherworld Slave. But now, it seemed that he didn't need to.
When Dorcas was talking nonsense, everyone could ignore him. But when he warned them, no one would take it as a joke.
They had already seen how powerful Dorcas's senses were, so they all became cautious when Dorcas gave them a warning.
"Is there a fork in the path ahead?" Wai asked through the Spirit Bond.
Dorcas couldn't tell if there was a fork in the path, but he could feel something pressing between his eyebrows. The further they walked, the stronger the pressure became.
Angor finally spoke, "Wai's right. There's a big chance that there's a fork in the path ahead."
Angor paused and continued, "If there's a fork in the path ahead, we need to be careful. Netherworld Slave might have found us already."
Everyone believed Angor's words because the atmosphere around them was getting weirder and weirder.
The dim light didn't scare them, but the bone-chilling coldness made them feel numb all over. This wasn't a good sign.
As Angor said, if Netherworld Slave was right ahead, it must have noticed them already. Perhaps the strange coldness around them was caused by Netherworld Slave staring at them.
As for why Netherworld Slave didn't do anything, it was probably waiting for them to walk right into its trap. Since there was only one path ahead, Netherworld Slave could easily wait for them without wasting any effort.
Regardless of whether Netherworld Slave was ahead or not, everyone's mental pressure had already reached its peak, and they began to slow down.
However, this didn't mean they were afraid. It was a way to build up their strength.
With Angor's reminder, they began to construct all kinds of cantrips and spells that could increase their speed in their mindspace.
If something unexpected happened, Angor would throw out his array disk, and they would unleash all their strength to rush through the fork without hesitation.
…
Elsewhere, in a corner of a majestic stone hall, the flames of a fireplace glowed faintly. The Wise Sovereign, in the form of a youth, was lazily lying down on a soft fur carpet.
Next to him was an open book that was flipped upside down on the carpet. It seemed he was reading a while ago.
But now, he was looking at an oval bronze mirror with an exquisite frame above the fireplace.
Within the copper mirror, a young girl whose silver-white hair took up most of the surface of the mirror was staring at the Sovereign of Wisdom with a pair of emotionless eyes.
If Angor and the others were here, they would recognize the silver-haired girl as Laplace Gleipnir Luigi, the one they met before.
"So, you didn't give Angor a message?"
"If you're talking about that blond boy, I don't have one." Laplace spoke in a flat tone.
The Wise Ruler wasn't surprised that Laplace pointed out Angor's blond hair, not red. He saw Angor's "original" appearance in the Book of Truth, which was long blond hair.
"Do you know why?" The Wise Ruler asked.
Laplace seemed to be a bit hesitant. After pondering for a moment, he replied, "According to him, it might be an alchemy tool gifted by the Time Thief to cover the connection."
When the Wise Ruler heard the name of the Time Thief, he frowned slightly, but he didn't comment on Laplace's words. Instead, he asked, "Do you believe it?"
Laplace said, "Generally speaking, I don't give an uncertain answer. But since it's a question from a wise man, I can only give you my opinion."
"I think it's more than fifty percent likely."
The Wise Sovereign: "In other words, there's a high chance that you still believe him."
Laplace hesitated. "You can say that."
"If you do, then I won't." The Wise Sovereign suddenly began to laugh, using a mocking tone to say these words of 'rebellion'.
Laplace asked, "Why?"
"Because I'm always partial to the minority."
Laplace humphed. She didn't believe the reason, but she didn't ask further. "My message didn't work this time, so I'll have to repay your kindness next time, Wise Ruler."
Angor was the only one who failed, but in Laplace's opinion, failure meant failure.
"If there's nothing else, I'll be on my way."
The Wise Ruler nodded. "How's your main body?"
Laplace's figure slowly disappeared into the mirror. Before she disappeared, she spoke again, "My main body still needs to sleep."
As soon as he finished speaking, Laplace completely disappeared.
The Sovereign of Wisdom quietly stared at the copper mirror. After a long while, he gently shook his head, casting aside his thoughts regarding Laplace's true form.
"Angor … I can't see his message on the mirror. Interesting." The Wise Ruler chuckled.
He sent Laplace to deliver the message to his people so that he could find out more about them.
However, he didn't expect that someone as powerful as Laplace couldn't find out anything about Angor.
The Wise Ruler wasn't disappointed at all. Instead, he found it more interesting.
To be honest, the Wise Ruler didn't think that Noah's descendants were any different from the ones who came here before. Even if the "presumptuous overseer who wanted to ascend to a high position" was here, what could he do in the Legacy Lands?
Angor, on the other hand, intrigued the Wise Ruler.
Even the Goddess had taken the initiative to view him as the greatest threat.
It was as if he was shrouded in mist.
Now, Laplace's words made the Wise Ruler even more certain that Angor was an anomaly.
If it was any other matter, the Wise Sovereign didn't like Anomalies, because Anomalies would often lead things that were already set in stone in an unknown direction.
But when it came to the ruins, the Wise Ruler was happy to see Angor.
As long as there were no anomalies, the ruins would remain as "ruins" forever under the control of that entity. As for the departed Clear Sky Poetry Room, perhaps it would never return.
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