The stars pointed the way and took the tired man to the distance. Along with the stars in the wilderness, the airship spat out thick black smoke as it headed toward the abyss.
Hobbiton's crying when he parted with Ananda seemed to have used up all his strength. The young man's soul, trapped in the body of a child, turned into weariness. His eyes were still wet as he fell asleep again.
Angor crossed his arms and leaned against the door. His eyes, which were as clear as the water of a lake, were filled with sadness. Perhaps this was what he was thinking at the moment.
Footsteps suddenly came from the end of the corridor and stopped not far from Angor.
"When we get back, I'll hurry up and study the enchantment for Prelude to Elimination." Angor considered for a moment before continuing, "Once I've solved a few problems, there won't be many problems left. Remember to tell Master Prome about it."
"I know." The man let out a long sigh. "However, listening to your tone, it really makes people jealous. Unlike other runes, magic arrays aren't easy to memorize. But you answered so easily … Sigh. That's what talent looks like. There's no point in being jealous. "
The visitor put a hand on Angor's shoulder.
"Angor, I believe that with your talent, you'll become the greatest alchemist in the world."
Angor would never forget this moment. The empty corridor, the endless stars outside the floor-to-ceiling window, and a pair of eyes filled with hope and emotion.
"You too." Angor stared at the man's eyes for a long time before he smiled. "I'll help you, Davy."
"I'll encourage you."
Maybe the night was too alluring, or maybe the starry sky was too intoxicating. The two young men, one leaning against the door, and the other squatting in a corner, looked at the eternal sky outside the floor-to-ceiling window and began to talk about something that would be difficult to talk about in adulthood — dreams.
Angor talked about the faraway place, while Dave talked about growing up. However, "faraway place" and "growing up" were only synonyms.
The "faraway place" Angor was talking about was so far away that wizards couldn't even imagine it. It was beyond time, space, and even dimensions. Or maybe "faraway place" was just a concept Angor was talking about.
What the two youths said was the truth, but for various reasons, they each held back a little. This was not selfishness, but a vision, a vision for a better vision.
Perhaps the description of the beautiful future was too attractive, but the two of them didn't notice that on the other side of the wall. Hobbiton got up from his bed and squatted in the corner of the room. His eyes were sparkling, and he was looking forward to the beautiful wizard world.
"Um, that Hobbiton …" Dave wanted to say something else, but he quickly swallowed his words. "He's a real troublemaker. If it wasn't for that girl, he would've beaten you up on the airship."
"I think he might hate you. Is it really okay for you to bring him to see Butler Goode? "
"Do you hate me? Why? Just because you didn't bring Ananda with you? "
"That's the reason. You know, a child's love and hate are easy to come and go. He thinks you're trying to separate them by not taking Ananda with you. You're trying to stop Ananda's path as a wizard. That's why he hates you so much. " Dave sighed as he recalled what happened before Hobbiton boarded the airship. "Why didn't he think about it? Why did you help them again and again?"
"You said it yourself. He's just a kid. He's old, but his mind is still pure. " Angor said, "Kids don't understand the basic rules of society. Just be a little more lenient."
"You're quite open-minded. If it were me, I wouldn't help a kid who gets beaten up and cursed."
As the airship moved forward, the stars in the sky flickered between the clouds.
Twilight Well.
The Waterfront Lions were responsible for the defense this month. According to the rotation system, the Waterfront Lions were responsible for the defense this month.
Walmazon, the captain of the Waterside Lions' defense team, became an official wizard three years ago. He was the 6th official wizard of the Waterside Lions.
Due to the Twilight Auction, the number of visitors in the Wizard Fair had reached its peak. Walmazan had been sitting in the guard tower for half a month, keeping an eye on the mana reaction in the magic array's image.
Finally, the auction ended. Nothing major happened in the past few days. Apart from Twilight attacking Sunders' student twice today, the magic array did not detect anything out of the ordinary.
Walmazan did notice Twilight's attack, but he did not do anything to defend himself. Angor should be punished for breaking the rules of Twilight Auction, even if he was Sunders' student.
Besides, Walmazan did not believe that Sunders would go to war with Twilight Well for his student. Therefore, he fully supported Twilight's decision to kill Angor.
Walmazan was the one who provided Twilight with Angor's location. As a Shadow Wizard, Walmazan was not only an expert in shadow spells, but he also had the nose of an Abyss Bat, which allowed him to detect pheromones using his shadow. Walmazen didn't even need to use a magic array to track Angor's location. Instead, it simply used its information element to locate Angor.
Two hours ago, Walmazan failed to detect Angor's pheromone in Midnight Sovereign, so he knew that Angor had left.
Walmazen didn't care about that. Angor was just an insignificant apprentice. It did not matter if he killed him or not.
Walmazan sighed in relief when the auction was over. He left the guard tower for the first time in half a month. Before leaving, he ordered his subordinates to keep watching while he returned to his lab to study his self-created spell.
Walmazan had great ambitions. He wanted to use his self-created spell to become a truth-finder. However, not every self-created spell could help him achieve that. For example, Angor changed his "Cleanse" spell into "Tornado". It could be considered a self-created spell, but it was based on the theories and models of predecessors. The chances of someone using it to become a truth-finder were slim.
A real self-created spell needed its own theoretical basis.
There were only a few truth-finders in the world, and there was a reason for that.
As soon as Walmazan returned to his lab to work on his shadow theory, his transmitter began to ring.
"Sir! Something's wrong! There's a huge amount of mana. The location is Twilight Auction Hall! "
Walmazan's expression changed and he flew out of his lab. He did not even care when the iron door was smashed into pieces.
Walmazan arrived at the guard tower and checked the magic array's image. He was terrified.
Rings of red and black energy began to appear around the Twilight Auction House. Walmazan felt dizzy. This was the mana reaction of a peak rank 2 wizard!
A level-2 wizard came to Twilight Well?!
"Mister Phantom didn't leave?" Even if he did, he shouldn't be doing this in the auction hall!
"Mister Sunders left as soon as the auction ended. The magic array did not detect his return!"
Walmazan panicked. "Whatever. Two of you stay here. The rest of you, follow me to the auction hall!"
Under the starry sky, streaks of light flew toward the square iron tower that looked like a metal ruin.
The moon was unusually large today. It was a huge, shining background. Walmazen felt like he was flying towards the moon as he flew towards the iron tower.
The iron tower, the staircase in the air, and the broken flag in the wind. The auction hall already looked like a metal ruin. Under the moonlight, it looked even more desolate.
Walmazan sensed something was wrong before he got close.
It was obvious that the energy reaction was frighteningly high, so why was the auction house so quiet as if there was no one there?
It seemed as if there was a huge barrier separating the auction house from the outside world. The outside world was normal. There were lights, silhouettes, and sounds. But, the inside of the barrier was pitch-black. It was as silent as a graveyard.
At this time, more than ten figures had stopped outside this layer of "invisible barrier".
Walmazan saw the leader of Waterside Lions, "Azure Lion" Devildare, who was also one of the leaders of Twilight Auction Hall.
Walmazan flew to Devildare and spoke in a small voice, "Sir."
Devildare also came after receiving Walmazan's message. He looked at the silent auction hall and asked in confusion, "What's going on?"
Walmazan sounded nervous. "I received a message from one of my men not long ago. He said there was a powerful energy reaction in the auction hall. I went to check and found that the energy is approaching the limit of the magic array. "
"A level-2 wizard?" Devildare was surprised.
"Yes, I asked." Walmazan lowered his head. "Mister Phantom is the only level-2 wizard who came to Twilight Well recently."
Devildare did not hesitate. "Impossible. I know Mister Sunders. If he wants to attack Twilight Well, he will let me know. "
Devildare came from Brute Cavern as well, and he was also a wizard on the path of truth. He had a good relationship with Sunders.
"Mister Phantom left Twilight Well two days ago and never came back," Walmazan said. "But if it's not Mister Phantom, I don't know who it is."
Devildare narrowed his eyes. "Let's go inside and see. The energy reaction of a level-2 wizard doesn't mean it's from a level-2 wizard."
Devildare could do the same if he used his full power. It might even be an alchemy item. They had to see with their own eyes if they wanted to know.
Devildare led Walmazan and the rest of the people into the auction hall in three different directions.
When Walmazen entered the Twilight Auction House's territory, the "silence" that he thought was real was just a "thought". In fact, Twilight Auction Hall was not as quiet as he thought.
He heard faint music as soon as he stepped into the hall on the first floor.
The music was not bad, but it was strange.
It sounded like an adult fairytale song that was being sold like crazy. It had a fast rhythm, many high notes, and a long ending.
This style of music might not be too out of place in the circus, but if it was placed in the iron square tower, it would obviously feel strange and out of place.
"Who is it?" Walmazan was still questioning himself when a figure suddenly appeared in front of Devildare.
"Sir, this is bad! Lion Princess is dead! "
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