In the eyes of others, Angor and the Infant Spirit had been staring at each other for five minutes.
Nothing happened during that time. They were just staring at each other, as if they were trying to see who was better.
In the end, Angor was the first to look away.
"You lost?" Count Black's voice came from their Spirit Bond. "Or did you find a solution?"
"Do I look like I'm the loser?"
Count Dark glanced at the Infant Spirit who was still glaring at Angor. "At least you're not as good as me when it comes to eye contact."
Angor was speechless. What staring contest?
Who did I do that with? I was talking to Saya in my mind. There was no staring contest …
Angor glanced at the Infant Spirit out of the corner of his eye. When he first saw the Infant Spirit's round eyes, Angor subconsciously moved away.
Because of this, when he looked back at the Count, he only saw a mocking expression on the old man's face.
If Count Black was here in person, he would probably look at Angor with a mocking expression.
Angor sighed. It would be hard to explain that he didn't do anything to the Infant Spirit at all.
Since he couldn't explain it with words, he had to do it with his actions.
"We'll see if I'm weaker or not when I'm closer."
With that, Angor took a step forward.
Count Black had to follow Angor's lead since the range of his forcefield was limited.
"Are you going to fight? Or do you have another plan?" Count Black asked as he began to gather energy around him. The energy released a faint golden glow as if it was turning Count Black's nose into a golden statue.
Count Black looked serious, but Angor didn't seem to mind it at all. He spoke to Count Black in a meaningful tone, "It's not up to me whether we fight or not. But I think the Infant Spirit hasn't attacked us yet. Maybe it doesn't want to stop us anymore."
Count Black didn't say anything about Angor's words. They would soon find out whether Angor was being arrogant, narcissistic, or just overconfident.
Everyone began to worry when they saw Angor and Count Black moving forward again.
Just like Count Black, they wondered if they were going to engage in a battle soon. How would Count Black and Angor deal with this strange otherworldly infant spirit?
Meanwhile, Adanis was also paying attention to Angor's actions.
She still didn't believe that the Baby Spirit would dare to disobey the contract.
The Infant Spirit was so cunning. Perhaps it was all part of its scheme?
Was it a scheme? Was it a trap to lure him into the trap? When they reached the Infant Spirit, the answer was revealed.
The Infant Spirit didn't attack. It even flinched a little.
Angor slowly reached his hand toward the Infant Soul.
The entire process was not slow, but in the eyes of the Black Earl and the others, it was as if the entire process had been played in slow motion. They all saw how Angor reached out his hand without hesitation and how the Infant Spirit trembled.
Why was the Infant Spirit trembling? Was the Infant Soul afraid of Angor?
Did this mean that Angor was trying to kill the Infant Spirits? Only Infant Spirits would be afraid?
The actions that were played in slow motion by the crowd also gave them endless doubts. However, these doubts were quickly answered.
Angor's hand stopped in midair. At the same time, the red Glutton Flower above the Infant Spirit's head swayed its petals up and down happily like a fluttering butterfly.
Then, the "butterfly" shyly rubbed itself against Angor's palm.
Angor wasn't surprised at all. He reached out his other hand and gently stroked the flower as if it was a pet.
The Glutton Flower became even more embarrassed. It even closed the big mouth in its stamen to prevent its sharp teeth from scratching Angor.
Earlier, the flower only "looked" like a pet. But now, it was acting like a cat or a dog.
Even from afar, everyone could feel the Glutton Flower's tail wagging as it tried to curry favor with Lin Li.
So … Angor tamed the Glutton Flower?
Didn't that mean that they would be able to pass this trial easily? Huh? Why "again"?
Black Earl and the others watched Angor and the Glutton Flower's interaction with each other with complicated feelings.
However, they weren't too "surprised". Angor's actions along the way had already made them numb.
As long as Angor was there, they could find a solution to any unsolvable problem.
Unlike the others, Adanis, who was secretly observing the situation, felt like she was struck by lightning when she saw the Glutton Flower trying to please Angor.
Why him again?!
Who the hell is he? Where did he come from? Why did Olao change the rules that had been established for ten thousand years because of him? Why was he able to tame even the Infant Spirits that had descended from another world?
Adanis couldn't express her feelings in words. But one thing was certain — her hatred for Angor had already surpassed her hatred for the Noah Clan.
While everyone was watching, Angor gently pushed the Glutton Flower away.
"Alright, that's enough."
The Glutton Flower didn't show any signs of annoyance after being pushed away. It just stayed there obediently.
Everyone began to imagine what would happen next. Angor would order the Glutton Flower to move aside so that they could enter the chamber without any obstacles.
However, the next second, he did something that made everyone's jaws drop.
Angor reached out a hand and touched the stamen of the Glutton Flower. Following the powerful impact, a hole was punched through the stamen of the Glutton Flower.
The Glutton Flower, which was still alive, died instantly. Its fiery red petals and swaying body withered at a visible speed. They fell limply on the Infant Spirit's head, and in the end … they turned into dust and disappeared.
All of this meant that the Glutton Flower was dead for good. There was no chance for it to come back to life.
Everyone was already used to seeing the Glutton Flower being so friendly to Angor. But now, they were all shocked when they saw Angor "turning his back on the flower".
A second ago, he was caressing the Glutton Flower as if it was a soft kitten. But the next second, he said, "Let's stop here." Then he changed his expression and began "destroying the flower".
Anyone who saw Angor's sudden change would be shocked. It was very likely that Angor had turned into a "psychopath" in his mind and mind. In everyone's mind, such a "psychopath" was a gentle and elegant man.
An honest man turned into a "flower destroyer". Everyone shuddered just thinking about it.
The Infant Soul was frightened as well. It quickly climbed up the net and looked at Angor with a frightened expression.
Angor looked at the Infant Spirit's reaction and muttered in his mind. Did Saya not tell the Infant Spirit what happened?
Forget it. It doesn't matter whether Saya told it or not. The important thing now was —
"Hey, I won't stop you if you want to go outside. But don't forget that these nets haven't been untied yet. "
Angor spoke to the Infant Spirit with a gentle smile on his face.
Angor wasn't pretending to be gentle. He really felt that it was a pity that the Infant Spirit was exiled to the Sea of Mirrors for nothing. However, he had no other way to save the Infant Spirit. The only thing he could do now was to be gentler to the Infant Spirit before it went on its way.
However, Angor's "gentleness" was more of a "psychopath" in the eyes of others.
Angor was stabbing the Infant Spirit while using a "gentle" tone to ask the Infant Spirit to open a path for him.
This was simply psychopathic!
Angor's behavior was being interpreted in a more and more strange way … and no one was going to ask about it.
Perhaps Angor had been suppressing himself for too long, which led to his sudden change.
There were plenty of such cases in the wizarding world.
Even the Dark Earl himself was a psychopath most of the time.
So … respect.
Everyone remained silent. Angor kept talking to the Infant Spirit in a gentle tone as if he was talking to a real baby.
Several seconds later, the Infant Spirit timidly poked its head out and released the nets under Angor's "encouraging" smile.
From then on, all the nets were broken from the middle. There was nothing to stop them.
It was enough for them to safely reach the destination of this trip — the Clear Sky Poetry Room.
Angor gave the Infant Spirit a thumbs-up and turned to the Dark Earl. "See? I told you it won't stop us now."
Looking at Angor's smile, the Dark Earl was speechless.
The Dark Earl was getting more and more confused, but he knew that Angor wouldn't answer him. Since that was the case, he would just keep quiet and not answer.
Angor didn't mind the Dark Earl's silence. He was happy that he got through the last obstacle so easily.
His goal this time was the Moonlight Chamber. Now that all obstacles in front of the chamber were removed, he would have a smooth journey ahead. How could he not be happy?
He took the Glutton Flower's consciousness into his Nightmare Domain. Even if it was only temporary, it was still a pleasant surprise. Perhaps he could learn something about the wall from this Glutton Flower.
In particular, there was one thing that he had wanted to ask in detail before, but due to the current situation, he did not ask: Light.
What was that light? What was it? What was it?
But he had to wait for the Glutton Flower's consciousness to take shape again.
Considering the characteristics of nightmare creatures, they should recover quickly when they returned to a space with a strong nightmare aura.
With that in mind, Angor reached out his right hand and looked at the Nightmare Domain hidden under the flickering green patterns.
Angor wanted to see if the Glutton Flower's consciousness had taken shape. But when he looked closer, he was stunned.
The blood-red Glutton Flower had taken root inside the Nightmare Domain. It occupied the stage where the piano was placed, turning the several meters square area into a sea of Glutton Flowers.
Angor already saw such a scene before, so he wasn't surprised. But … why was Saya in there?!
Yes, it was the black Glutton Flower floating in the air.
It seemed to be very satisfied with the Nightmare Domain. Right now, it was dancing in the air along with a teacup band.
Saya kept dancing until it floated above the red Glutton Flower, where its vines intertwined with each other and its leaves shone brightly.
Angor suddenly remembered that Saya mentioned that its consciousness was bound to the Glutton Flower in the outside world.
So … bringing the red Glutton Flower's consciousness into the Nightmare Domain was like giving Saya an entry permit?
Saya didn't mention this at all, so Angor didn't think about it.
As a result, the Glutton Flower, which was originally only temporarily accommodating one, had now snuck in on its own.
This was basically smuggling goods!
He even wanted to open his Nightmare Domain and drag Saya out of there right away.
But it wasn't the right time to do that.
Angor had no choice but to look away from the Nightmare Domain. "Um, should we … Let's move on?"
But he suddenly thought of something. "Wait, let's get Dorcas and the others here first."
The web was broken, but the red wax on the ground didn't vanish.
Without the protection of the Nightmare Domain, the others couldn't come here, so Angor had to go back first.
"What's wrong?" Count Dark was a little confused when he saw Angor's stuttering. "What's wrong?"
Angor couldn't see Count Black's face, but he could tell that the man was really worried about him.
Angor sighed. "Nothing. I just feel like we shouldn't have destroyed the Glutton Flower so quickly."
"Why?"
Angor considered. "Well, it looks pretty good on the Infant Spirit's head."
Since Angor didn't mention it himself, Count Black didn't want to miss this chance. "If you think the Glutton Flower is a good match for the Infant Spirit, why did you destroy it?"
"An unintentional mistake or a helpless action. Choose one of the two. Which one do you think it is, Count Black? "
"The latter," Count Black said. Before this, Count Black might have thought that Angor had a sudden change in his mind. But now that Angor gave him a choice, there was no doubt that it was the latter.
There was no way Count Black would make an unintentional mistake.
Count Dark had been keeping an eye on Angor's every move, and he would never blindly do anything. Angor killing a Glutton Flower seemed ridiculous, but he might be able to understand it if there was a reason behind it.
Angor only smiled.
Black Earl: "Since it's a helpless act, can I assume that although the Glutton Flower is dead, it's actually alive in another way?"
Count Black didn't believe that a Glutton Flower would seek its own death.
Angor shrugged. "Maybe."
Angor didn't say anything else. However, he already revealed enough information for Count Black to fill in the blanks.
(End of Chapter)
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