Angor's eyes widened as he stared at the scene in front of him.
The experiment was over.
The Nightmare Domain didn't merge with the empty illusion as he had hoped, but … something unexpected happened.
A teacup floating in the air with a piano playing on it was dragged out of the grand hall by Angor.
When the little guy realized that he had changed positions and there were no other companions around, the originally unpleasant piano music became even more unpleasant to listen to. The notes that seemed to have materialized also became like a chainsaw, full of teeth.
"Stop!"
Hearing Angor's voice, the teacup "turned" its "head" like a human being and pointed its heart-shaped cup at Angor.
When the teacup noticed Angor's presence, it calmed down and called out in its childish voice, "Shava!"
It then dashed to Angor's side and began circling him.
The squeaky piano music was unpleasant enough to listen to from afar. Angor's ears could not bear the sound at all. He tried his best to hold back the ringing in his ears and dragged the teacup back into the Nightmare Domain.
When the teacup finally quieted down, Angor rubbed his chin and pondered.
He could not test the effect of the Nightmare Domain yet, but he could use the teacup band to his advantage. As he recalled, the teacup band seemed to be immune to all attacks and could even reflect attacks from wizards. If it was used well, it would be a great weapon with both defensive and offensive capabilities! In fact, even a Magus could be killed!
However, whether or not it was as he thought, he still needed to verify it.
Two hours later, Angor left the room with a regretful look on his face.
Great weapon? Forget it. There was no such thing as a free lunch. Angor spent more than two hours doing detailed tests. Not only did he get the teacup band's data, but he also tested the toy soldiers.
The results were not as expected.
Just like every otherworldly visitor, under the influence of the wizarding world's law and the world's consciousness, they lost less than 10% of their original strength.
Perhaps it was because Angor had cut off the passage between the Nightmare Domain and the Nightmare Realm. Due to the different laws and rules, the teacup band and toy soldiers were greatly weakened.
The teacup could still be immune to damage, but only from Level-0 cantrips. Anything slightly more powerful would not work. At the very least, the teacups were not immune to his Trigger Crossbow. He also broke the handle of one of the teacups. The teacup did not react, but Angor still felt guilty.
As for rebounding, it could still be rebounded. The small golden arrow he shot with the Trigger Crossbow could be rebounded. However, he did not dare to keep testing, so he did not know the upper limit. He estimated that it could only deflect level-1 or level-2 cantrips at best.
As for the toy soldier, its immunity was slightly higher than the teacup because it could absorb a portion of the force into its weapon. But overall, it was the same as the Teacup Band.
There was no way he could rely on these monsters as his trump cards.
Angor took the ticket and said goodbye to them. "I have to go now. See you on the airship."
Angor did not want to tell them that he was actually going to watch Phantom of Feast. That would ruin his image.
To avoid being recognized, Angor put on a large hoodie and a mask this time. He lowered his head and hurried toward the exit of the market.
But before he could leave, he was stopped by someone.
It was someone with ill intentions.
This time, it was Twilight who showed up in person. She stood in front of Angor with a gloomy expression and did not say a word.
Angor's expression changed. He could not move under Twilight's wizard-level aura.
Before he could think of a way to escape, Flora showed up and stood between him and Twilight. She secretly gave Angor a thumbs-up and pushed him aside. "Like I said, if you want to hurt Angor, I'm here to help."
She signaled Angor with her eyes, telling him to leave as soon as possible.
Angor did not know why Flora suddenly came to save him. She was not so nice back at the auction. He was still confused, but he knew that he could not fight against Twilight right now unless he opened the nightmare tunnel again.
But after what happened at the auction, would Twilight give him enough time to do it again? Of course not.
Angor quickly retreated to the side and dashed toward the white wall.
Twilight tried to stop him, but Flora got in the way. "Hehe, it's been a while since I last saw blood. Are you sure you want to fight me, Twilight?" Flora's eyes widened as she looked at Twilight.
Neither of them had reached the truth-knowing level, but Twilight had the only Mystery Item in Darkivil Empire, Fral's Tear, while Flora had the Blood Nightmare. It was hard to tell who would win if they fought.
"You can't protect him forever. Just wait and see. "In the end, Twilight gave up and walked away.
Flora spat behind Twilight's back and said in a volume that Twilight could hear, "I'm not going to protect him for the rest of my life. I wouldn't have cared if my teacher didn't ask me to."
Twilight knew what Flora meant. Without Sunders' permission, she would not care about Angor's life. If she tried to kill Angor now, Sunders would definitely retaliate.
In fact, Flora was warning Twilight in another way.
Twilight had no choice but to take this warning to heart. She knew that the entire auction house would not be able to withstand Sunders' wrath.
Twilight clenched her fists. She could not kill Angor now, but that did not mean she would let it go.
"Angor, is it? I don't believe you'll stay under Sunders' wing for the rest of your life," Twilight said in her mind.
…
Angor went through the white wall and returned to Midnight Sovereign from the Wizard Fair.
After returning to Midnight Sovereign, he found a quiet corner and tried to calm himself down while panting heavily.
A wizard's aura was too terrifying. Angor curled up in a corner for half an hour before his heart rate slowly returned to normal.
"Being too weak is a sin," Angor muttered to himself as he leaned against the wall and buried his head between his legs.
He did not even want to fight against Twilight. He knew that no matter what he did, he would never be able to overcome the wall.
He could not even defeat a level-3 apprentice. Not to mention an official Magus.
When would he be able to control his own life? Angor closed his eyes and did not speak for a long time.
When he heard the noises coming from the Enchanting Theater, he slowly stood up and staggered away.
When he arrived at the Enchanting Theater, he finally felt relieved when he saw the bustling streets around him.
Most of the people who came to watch Phantom of Feast came in pairs with unspoken smiles on their faces. Most of them wore fancy clothes as if they were going to attend a real ball.
In comparison, Angor's hooded robe looked a little strange. People kept looking at it.
Angor pulled off his hood impatiently and strode inside wearing only his mask.
Since Angor had a ticket, the waiter did not stop him even though he did not like the way he was dressed. Instead, he allowed Angor to enter the inner hall.
Angor took off his hoodie as he walked.
He was stopped twice today, so the hood did not help him much. Twilight could track him down by tracking him, using divination spells, or detecting his pheromones.
Whether he covered his face or not, the result would be the same.
Angor made up his mind to look for the robe's blueprint when he got back from Sunders. He remembered that he recorded some books about it. However, he always thought tailoring was for ladies, so he did not pay much attention to it.
However, after this experience, he was eager to make a robe that could protect him from detection and prediction. Otherwise, he would never be safe no matter where he went.
Angor was standing in a remote area near the entrance of the theater, which would not attract anyone's attention. He would need good eyesight to see what was happening on the stage.
The opera had not started yet, and people were already making noises in the theater. Not far away, people were kissing each other on the head. Three meters above Angor's head was a private room on the second floor. He could even hear people panting inside.
Angor only came to "observe" the show, but now he was blushing.
Thank goodness he came alone with his mask. Otherwise, it would be too embarrassing.
At seven o 'clock sharp, the performance of Phantom of Feast officially began. Angor watched the show with eager eyes. But soon, he began to frown deeper and deeper. His expression changed from anticipation to excitement, then to stupefaction, then to stupefaction, and finally to disgust.
It was a story without any ups and downs. It was a story about how the heroine dealt with several men. There were also some clapping scenes, which made him feel disgusted and disgusted.
This was the story of a female stud horse.
Angor decided to leave in the middle of the show.
The theater had turned into a party of promiscuity. If he did not leave now, his worldview would be destroyed.
It was almost eight o 'clock. Angor stepped out of the inner hall and planned to go to the train station. There was still some distance between the train station and the airship deck. In order to avoid missing the boarding time and to leave this troublesome place as soon as possible, Angor chose to leave during the highest court session of the opera.
He exhaled deeply as soon as he stepped out of the entrance of Enchanting Theater.
When he was about to walk to the train station, someone stopped him again.
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