"Wait a moment. I'll go wake her up." After saying this, the Sovereign of Wisdom stood up and walked out of the lounge.
The door wasn't closed, so Angor could see that the Wise Man wasn't heading to the hall. Instead, the Wise Man went deeper into the hall, which was his bedroom. This was where the Wise Man rested in his true form, the Three-Eyed Blue Devil.
Half a minute later, Angor heard the Wise Lord's footsteps returning.
When the Sage returned to his room, Angor noticed that there was a palm-sized statue in his hand.
Perhaps the Wise Lord noticed Angor's gaze, because he put the statue on the table and smiled. "This is where my old friend lives. I made this statue according to her appearance."
The color of the statue was a thick white with a hint of beige. The light wasn't too harsh. It looked like milk that had been purified of impurities, smooth and smooth.
The white color wasn't something that was added later. It was the original color of the material.
This was very strange.
One had to know that the material used for this statue was Soul Calming Stone. Soul Calming Stone was usually gray or black. As for white Requiem Stones, they were extremely rare.
However, the color of the stone didn't affect its effect. However, the more extreme the black and white Requiem Stone was, the longer it would last.
Among them, the white Requiem Stone lasted about twice as long as the black Requiem Stone.
In other words, a soul placed in a black Requiem Stone could be kept safe for 500 years. A white Requiem Stone could keep the soul safe for a thousand years.
Depending on the purity of the color, the number could be even higher.
Judging from the quality of the white Requiem Stone, Angor estimated that the soul inside it wouldn't show any signs of corruption for at least two to three thousand years.
Of course, that was only if the soul was in a peaceful state, or in a dormant state. If the soul was already awake, and the soul's self-consciousness was more extreme, it could still become an undead creature inside the Requiem Stone. Of course, the chances of that happening would be much lower than outside.
A white Requiem Stone could last longer, but its effect was similar to that of a black Requiem Stone. Angor could always use a black Requiem Stone until it ran out of energy and replaced it with a new one.
This kind of price-performance ratio was actually the highest.
However, the Wise Sovereign didn't choose to do so. Instead, he placed his old friend in the white Requiem Stone. On one hand, it showed how much he valued his friend. On the other hand, it was probably because he wasn't confident in his own lifespan.
Putting aside the material, the carving technique of this statue was very exquisite.
The tranquil young girl sat quietly on a large rock. The hood of her cloak naturally fell down, revealing her coiled hair.
He had grasped the details and charm of the sculpture. From the sculpture, he could tell that the girl had a quiet and gentle personality. This meant that the Sovereign of the Wise's sculpting skills were excellent.
This kind of carving technique was obviously from an academic school. It was very orderly and not messy at all.
Most likely, the Wise Sovereign had also studied at an art school established by mortals.
The carvings of the academic faction were usually all exquisite, and the overall level was definitely better than those of the liberal faction. However, there were fewer top-notch carvings than there were in the Liberal Faction.
Angor also belonged to the academic faction when it came to carving. Fortunately, his academic faction combined the characteristics of the wizarding civilization and Earth's civilization, which allowed him to stand on the shoulders of giants and create better works.
However, he still didn't have a top-notch sculpture that he could create on his own.
Still, compared to other alchemists in the wizarding world, Angor still had an advantage in this regard.
At least, he believed that his own sculpture would be better than the one done by the Wise Sovereign.
The Wise Sovereign saw Angor staring at the sculpture and couldn't help but ask, "What is it? Do you know my old friend?"
"Huh?" Angor was a little taken aback when he realized that the Wise Sovereign misunderstood him.
Angor cleared his throat to cover it up. "No, I don't. It's my first time seeing a white Requiem Stone, so I'm a little surprised."
"I thought you knew my old friend," the Wise Sovereign said, "but I won't be surprised if you do know her. After all, your arrival itself is filled with the flavor of a legendary story. You can tell me you know the lord of Nether City, and I'll gladly accept it. "
Angor didn't know what to say. Was this a compliment or a joke? Or was he trying to sound me out?
Angor didn't want to think too much about it, so he just took it as a compliment.
The Wise Ruler: "I've already called out to this old friend of mine. She should be waking up soon. Before she wakes up, let me tell you about her situation."
"She's a —"
Before the Wise Sovereign could finish, a high-pitched female voice echoed in the room and drowned out the Wise Sovereign's words.
"Ahhh!"
The Wise Sovereign covered his ears and kept yelling, "Stop! Stop!"
The Wise Sovereign didn't know how many times he had to yell before the high-pitched voice finally stopped. Before the Sovereign of the Wise could say anything, a wave of curses came crashing down on the Sovereign of the Wise.
The female voice didn't repeat the same curse words. After a long while, the Wise Sovereign finally calmed down when his eyes turned red.
"… Unlucky, too unlucky. Why is it that when I wake up, I still see a stinky old man like you pretending to be young? Where is Hell? Where's Nether City?! "
"Didn't you tell me to wait for Nether City to come? Where is Nether City now? Tell me, where is Nether City? "
"Don't tell me this little wizard is Nether City?" The female voice paused for a moment before continuing, "Don't tell me he's a descendant of Nether City?"
It took the Wise Sovereign a while to recover from his stupor.
"Can't you be a little more reserved, Carolyn?"
The female voice had already slowed down, but upon hearing the Wise Sovereign's words, her voice rose once more. "What did you say?! Reserved and reserved? I don't have that kind of thing. "
"Fine, fine, fine. You don't, you don't," the Wise Sovereign said, "Calm down then. At least let me finish."
"What are you trying to say? I won't listen to any explanation! "
The Wise Sovereign didn't know what to say.
Carolyn said, "Now, tell me, who is this little wizard? Is he a descendant of Nether City?! "
The Wise Sovereign: "… Didn't you refuse to listen to any explanations?"
"Well, except for this one."
The Wise Sovereign resisted the urge to curse. He kept saying in his heart, This is a dead person, this is a dead person, she's already dead. I have to treat her calmly. Yes, calmly.
After suppressing the restlessness in his heart, the Wise Sovereign said, "Don't worry, he's not a descendant of Nether City. However, ten thousand years have passed. I believe Nether City should have descendants … "
"Shut up!" Carolyn said, "I won't allow you to slander my Lord Nether City!"
He was clearly speaking the truth. There was no slander. The Wise Sovereign wanted to cry but had no tears.
However, in front of Nether City's number one fan, the "Flower of Nether City" Carolyn, he could only endure.
"As long as you're happy. However, can you really bear to see your Lord Nether City remain single for ten thousand years? "
Carolyn snorted coldly. "Women are the most poisonous poison. My Lord Nether City definitely can't and definitely won't be contaminated by women!"
"… Aren't you a woman?"
"I'm a woman, so I'm also a poison. But my poison won't harm Lord Nether City. It will only harm other men, especially those who pretend to be young and innocent like you. "
The Wise Ruler sighed helplessly in his heart. What he couldn't deal with the most was a woman like Carolyn who was unreasonable in the eyes of others, but whose own logic was self-consistent.
Also, he hadn't argued with Carolyn for a long time. Carolyn's insults were still as fierce as ever, while he had become much weaker. As expected, it would be better to let Carolyn out from time to time. She could bring some excitement to the quiet underground sewer.
While the Wise Sovereign and Carolyn were arguing, Angor quietly watched them from the side.
At the same time, he reevaluated the Wise Sovereign's sculpting skills.
Earlier, he thought the Wise Sovereign was an academician who perfectly displayed the character of the sculptor. But now, it seemed he misunderstood. The Wise Sovereign wasn't an academician or a liberal. He was … a dreamer.
Forcefully turning a woman with an open personality into a quiet and peaceful woman, this was simply a great ideologue.
Angor sighed in his mind. He now looked at the Wise Lord with more respect.
The Wise Sovereign also noticed Angor's expression. He didn't know why Angor was looking at him like that, but he didn't forget his business.
"By the way, Carolyn, let me introduce you to —"
"I don't want to talk to someone unrelated to me. Don't bother me. I'm going back to sleep. This time, I won't wake up until Lord Nether comes! "
"Hold on. Even if you don't care about me, you should at least care about the Elder of Books, right?"
The air around them turned silent.
After a short while, Caroline said, "Elder of Books? What's his relationship with the Elder of Books? "
"He's from Brute Cavern, and he's a good friend of the Elder of Books. Didn't the Elder of Books help you before? You can't just leave for the sake of the Elder of Books, can you? "
"Hmph. Even if he's from Brute Cavern, it doesn't mean he's a good friend of the Elder of Books."
"Hey, little wizard. You're a good friend of the Elder of Books, aren't you?" Caroline asked.
"I don't know what you mean by 'good'. If you're talking about getting along well, then I'm fine with the Elder of Books. If you're talking about close friends, then … no. "
Angor was telling the truth. However, both the Wise Sovereign and Carolyn remained silent.
"You met the Elder of Books?" Carolyn asked after a while.
"Yes," said Angor.
"Alone?" Carolyn asked again.
"Yes." Angor nodded.
The air around them fell silent again. But this time, the silence was quickly broken by a flash of light.
The statue on the table emitted a faint light. Then, a human-shaped soul slowly floated out of the statue and sat down next to the Wise Sovereign.
And this soul was Carolyn.
Before this, Carolyn had been talking inside the Requiem Stone statue. She didn't show herself until she heard that Angor had met with the Elder of Books.
The Wise Sovereign's statue was a dreamer. He even imagined Carolyn's temperament as a quiet woman. However, when it came to facial features, the Wise Sovereign didn't let his imagination run wild.
Carolyn looked exactly the same as the statue. The only difference was that her body was enlarged.
Her temperament was very similar to her shrewdness when she spoke. Even though she no longer had a physical body, one could still feel her willful aura just by looking at her soul.
"This is my old friend, Carolyn, the Flower of Hell." The Wise Dominator gave Angor a thoughtful look before introducing her to Angor.
He paused for a moment before adding, "'Flower of Hell' means a flower in Hell City. Oh right, she changed this nickname after Nairo left. "
Carolyn rolled her eyes at the Wise Sovereign. "No one will think you're a mute if you don't talk."
Angor smiled but didn't say anything. However, he immediately changed his nickname after Nairo left. This operation … was strangely familiar.
Isabella from Dark Castle did the same thing.
However, Isabella was much better than Carolyn.
As Isabella's apprentice, Isabella immediately changed her name to Isabella. At the same time, she changed her nickname to "Twilight Queen".
Isabelle's nickname was the "Twilight King".
Half of the wizarding world was shocked by what she had done. For several years, the "Queen of Dusk" of Dark Castle was the talk of the town.
Thus, when the Wise Ruler said that Carolyn had changed her title, he wasn't very surprised.
At the very least, the "Flower of Hell" could be explained as a flower in Hell City. As for the Twilight Queen and the Twilight King, the connection between the titles was inseparable.
The Wise Sovereign didn't mind Carolyn's attitude. "This is Angor. As I said, he's from Brute Cavern. I don't think you want to know anything else about him. But he helped me a lot when he showed up in the underground sewer.
"He's an anomaly. The first anomaly to appear in the underground sewer in ten thousand years."
Carolyn asked, "And then? What does that have to do with me? "
The Wise Sovereign said, "He had some questions about the general planes that I couldn't answer, so I recommended you to him."
Carolyn frowned. "So, you woke me up for such a small matter?"
The Wise Sovereign nodded.
Carolyn rolled her eyes again and looked away. She didn't want to talk to the Wise Sovereign at all.
However, Caroline's attitude toward Angor was much gentler than before.
"Since you're from Brute Cavern, you can ask the Elder of Books if you have any questions."
"Like you said, Miss Carolyn, these are all trivial matters. If I ask the Elder of Books about these things, he'll probably kick me out. "
"That's true." Caroline changed her posture and crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I met the Elder of Books once, and he answered some of my questions. I respect the Elder of Books a lot."
"Since you're in contact with the Elder of Books, I'll listen to your questions."
(End of Chapter)
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