The puppet's cold words and arrogant attitude made Adanis feel an unprecedented humiliation.
She wasn't like Olao. Olao had been nurtured by Augustine, so he respected Augustine a lot. As for Adanis, she had never met Augustine. Even if she knew that her birth was related to Augustine, she still regarded him as cold-blooded and ungrateful.
Moreover, the contract that Augustine had left behind had shackled the relationship between Olao and her. This made Adanis dislike Augustine even more.
Now, Augustine was still using this arrogant attitude, wanting to decide his life with a single word.
Adanis' anger almost formed a kind of aura that overflowed from her body.
Her chest kept heaving up and down, and her eyes were bloodshot as she glared at the alchemy puppet with hatred.
Olao's heart skipped a beat when he saw Adanis' state. He understood Adanis too well. This was definitely a sign of anger. It was hard to say what Adanis would do in such a state, but it definitely wouldn't be rational!
Olao hurried to Adanis' side and extended his hand to pull her back.
Olao's warm hand brought a trace of warmth to Adanis's cold skin.
Adanis glanced at Olao and saw him looking at her with a pleading and appeasing expression. She clenched her fists in her sleeves.
She really wanted to shatter the puppet. She also believed that she had the ability to do so. But she clearly knew that if she destroyed the puppet, she wouldn't be able to go back.
She might feel refreshed for a moment, but the hope that Olao had been waiting for for ten thousand years would be completely shattered.
She could rely on her crippled body to continue moving back and forth between the Mirror Domain and reality, free and unrestrained. But Olao would never be able to regain his freedom. Moreover, Olao had said something to her before:
"I don't have much time left."
Regardless of whether that was true or not, Adanis had to pay attention to it.
Adanis cared about Olaf the most, just like how Olaf cared about her.
This was the reason why Adanis chose to stay in this small poetry room even though she could leave this place.
With that in mind, Adanis closed her eyes and tried to calm her tumbling emotions. She hated that alchemy puppet, but she also knew that she absolutely couldn't touch it, absolutely couldn't!
On the other side, the puppet's sapphire eyes witnessed the silent interaction between Olao and Adanis.
The strange atmosphere reminded the puppet of something. It suddenly recited a poem in a soft voice, "How many people loved your fleeting shadow … Only one loved your soul with sincerity …"
The puppet looked at Angor again. "What a beautiful poem. It's enough to calm one's mind."
Angor didn't know what to say.
Angor only wanted to say that the poem wasn't used here....
In Angor's opinion, the poem "When You're Old" was a one-sided analysis of the unchanging love in one's heart. Even if time passed, love would last forever.
But was it really love between Adanis and Olao? Angor doubted it.
Besides, they had been together for ten thousand years. There was no such thing as "when you're old" or "when you're old".
Despite that, Angor maintained a smile on his face and agreed with the idea.
You're Augustine. You're the one who decides what you read.
The puppet was intoxicated by the atmosphere of the poem and only recovered after a long time. It softly sighed, "I wonder when I'll be able to write such a poem."
Angor complained in his mind. If you're still as good as before, you'll never be able to write anything like this.
Of course, Angor didn't think he could do it. He could come up with beautiful words and fantasies, but it was difficult to express his true feelings with simple words. Especially when it came to this kind of unwavering love.
Without experience, everything he wrote would be nothing but empty words.
"Writing a poem is a matter of perseverance, but it also requires a flash of inspiration. It's the lightning and fire created by the collision of eternity and moment. A poet who can write a famous poem doesn't necessarily have everything worthy of praise. His average poems are still as deep as the sea, and only a few of them are shining brightly. I believe that if you keep it up, you'll find something brilliant in the end. "Angor complained in his mind, but he still had to show his respect.
The puppet carefully listened to Angor and rubbed its chin. "You're right. Lightning and fire created by the collision of eternity and moment. Look at this poet. I'm still not as good as him."
Angor didn't know what to say. Was this really Augustine? Why did Angor feel like he just joined his compliments group?
Angor considered. Seeing that the puppet was in a good mood, he quickly changed the topic. "How did you get here, mister?"
Angor's question was also something that many people were wondering about. Even Adanis and Oleo perked up their ears and waited for the puppet's answer.
"I followed you," the puppet replied.
"You want to follow me? You attached yourself to me, mister? "
The puppet chuckled. "You're worried that I'll attach myself to you? Don't worry, I've never done such a thing to a man. "
You've done such a thing to a woman? Everyone tried to figure it out in their minds.
"Of course, I've never done such a thing to another woman. I only did it to my dear Margaret. But she still found out in the end …"
After saying that, the puppet sighed as if it was very vexed.
No one dared to comment on Augustine's behavior. They could only pretend that they didn't hear anything.
The alchemy puppet asked, "Didn't I give you a reward?"
"… The Poet's Title?"
The puppet nodded and repeated Angor's previous title, "The Poet Bathed in Moonlight!"
"This title is my affirmation of your talent. At the same time, it's also an anchor point I left for you. It allows you to enter all Noah's territories without restriction. "
All Noah's territories? Without restriction? Angor glanced at the Black Earl and thought to himself, Isn't this a bad idea?
Maybe the puppet saw Angor's expression, so it quickly added, "I mean, all the places where my power is still lingering in. The Noah's territories in the wizarding world don't have any of my power. "
Therefore, it was impossible for him to enter the Dark Earl's territory without any trouble.
Angor sighed in relief. He was worried that Count Black would get angry because of his "unrestricted" status. However, Angor didn't consider that Augustine's relationship with him was already enough to make the Black Earl pay attention to him.
The puppet continued, "This anchor point is like a mark. It won't affect you normally. But when you enter a place where my power reaches, it will activate my remaining power."
This also explained why Augustine showed up as soon as Angor entered the Chamber of Poetry.
Augustine's remaining energy was still inside the chamber, and the anchor point on Angor's body acted as a medium to activate the energy, which allowed Augustine to attach his consciousness to the chamber.
This was why Augustine's will was attached to the puppet's body.
Angor suddenly asked, "Mister, you know I'm going to the Chamber of Poetry, so you gave me this anchor point, right?"
The alchemy puppet coughed. "How could that be? It's because your poem is good that I … did that."
The puppet's words sounded righteous. While denying it, it was also giving Angor a meaningful look, which meant that Angor was right.
Based on this judgment, if one thought further about Augustine's actions, one could basically infer Augustine's thoughts.
After all, Oleo and Adanis were still in the Chamber of Poetry. As their master, Augustine was probably a little embarrassed to stand them up for ten thousand years, right? When Angor crafted the key to the Chamber of Poetry, Augustine arrived in person through the omen and confirmed that Angor was going to the Chamber of Poetry, so he gave Angor a so-called reward: the title of Poet.
Augustine only wanted to use Angor to come to the Chamber of Poetry to give Oleo and Adanis an explanation.
As for why Augustine didn't come himself … Angor didn't know. Maybe Augustine was too lazy, or he forgot about it, or something happened that prevented him from coming.
As long as he wanted to find a reason, he could come up with anything. There were too many things that could happen in ten thousand years, and anything could be used as an excuse.
Either Augustine was lazy, or he got too excited and forgot about Oleo and Adanis.
Either way, he didn't want Augustine to hold a grudge against him because he didn't want to know too much about it.
"Oh, I see. My mistake. What brings you here, mister?" Angor smiled. "So, what brings you here, sir?"
The alchemy puppet said, "Of course I have something to tell you. Didn't I say that I would give you a reward? What do you want? Just say it. I'll even give you the Chamber of Poetry. "
Angor shook his head. "Like I said, I don't want anything. But since you're here, I might as well solve the problem in the Chamber of Poetry. After all, they've been waiting for you for a long time. "
Angor guessed that Augustine left an anchor on him because he remembered the two "souls" in the Chamber of Solitude, so he came to deal with them.
But since Augustine didn't want to admit it, Angor decided to help him out.
Augustine gave Angor a thoughtful look. As expected of the boy he chose, Angor was smart enough to know what to do.
Since Angor gave him a way out, Augustine naturally accepted it.
"You're right. My alchemy puppet doesn't have much energy left. Let's get this over with. " Augustine finally shifted his gaze away from Angor and looked at the excited Olao.
"Come, follow me to the secret meeting room."
The alchemy puppet looked at Angor. "You come too."
Angor quickly pointed at the others, including Wail, Black Earl, Kal, and Dorcas. "Can they come with us?"
"Sure. It's not a big deal anyway."
After saying that, the alchemy puppet took a step forward and walked into the darkness.
When the puppet was gone, Olao quickly walked up to Angor and thanked him in a serious manner.
He thanked Angor for bringing Augustine here, and also for helping Augustine solve the problem in the Chamber of Poetry.
"You don't have to thank me. Just let my men in."
After hearing this, Olao didn't hesitate and quickly opened the door to the Clear Sky Poetry Room, letting Dorcas and Kale in.
Following that, Olao acted as a guide and led everyone to the "secret meeting room" the puppet had mentioned.
As they walked, Oleo explained the layout of the chamber.
Olao wouldn't introduce the Chamber of Poetry for no reason, so Angor was the one who asked for it.
Seeing Angor's interest, Olao took out an ancient-style crystal ball as they walked, the kind that required flannelette and a cushion to hold it.
Oleo touched the crystal ball and handed it to Angor.
At this time, a three-dimensional building pattern appeared in the crystal ball. Every room of the Clear Sky Poetry Room was displayed, not even missing a single detail.
However, the chamber shown in the crystal ball wasn't the gloomy and gloomy one filled with mirrors. Instead, it was the magnificent chamber from ten thousand years ago.
Since it was a "model" from ten thousand years ago, Adanis didn't stop Oleo from showing it to Angor.
The chamber had gone through a lot of changes in the past ten thousand years. Many parts of the chamber were turned into mirrors by Adanis. Even if the "enemy" knew about the chamber's layout from ten thousand years ago, it wouldn't pose much of a threat to the chamber now.
Angor checked the crystal ball carefully and sighed in relief.
He had achieved all his goals in coming to the underground sewer. He learned how to make the wall key and the chamber's interior.
There was nothing else he wanted now.
As for whether there was anything good in the chamber … he didn't care. Nothing would be better than the Nightmare Realm anyway.
However, it was up to fate whether he could take out the items from the Nightmare Realm or not.
Now that he had achieved his goal and had nothing else to ask for, all his previous enthusiasm went down the drain, and he began to slack off.
Then, he began to chat with the others about some strange topics.
For example, he talked to Black Earl about why Rein was so obsessed with the crystal ball.
Or, he talked to Oleo about how he spent the long nights without sleep, and whether there was anything fun to do after ten thousand years … and so on.
Just like that, they chatted along the way until they arrived at the secret meeting room.
(End of Chapter)
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