"If that's really the case, then it really is very strange." Dorcas thought about it for a while, but still couldn't figure out what had happened.
Dorcas glanced at Angor and saw that the latter was also confused. "But speaking of which, Angor can't solve this problem, right? Or do you think Augustine will come again because of Adanis? "
Angor had an anchor point left by Augustine, but according to Augustine, Angor could only be sensed by Augustine when he entered the Noah Clan's territory, where Augustine's remnant energy remained.
But now, they were clearly not in the Noah Clan's territory. How could Augustine summon Augustine?
Angor spoke up before Count Black. "Sir, I don't think you're looking for me. You're looking for Olao."
As far as Angor was concerned, Olao and Laplace were the only ones who could solve this problem.
Count Black didn't know that Angor could contact Laplace, so he could only think of Olao as Angor's target.
In fact, Olao was indeed the best solution. After all, he had been with Adanis for ten thousand years. He knew her better than anyone else.
"Yes," Count Black nodded. "I do want to see Olao through you."
Angor considered. "Olao is still in the mirror box. I don't know if he's awake or not. But I can take a look for you, sir. "
Angor didn't refuse. Or rather, he wasn't only helping Count Black, but also for Olao's sake.
Although Olao chose to follow Angor, Angor knew that Olao now saw him as a partner, not a master.
Olao was more concerned about Adanis than Angor.
Even if Adanis didn't want to follow Olaf because of her 'personal relationship', it didn't stop Olaf from caring for Adanis. If Olao knew that something was wrong with Adanis, and Angor didn't tell him or help him, it would ruin their cooperation.
Therefore, Angor would definitely help them after learning about the situation.
Next, he took out the Luminous Mirror Case from his space storage right in front of everyone.
It was Adanis who gave the box to him.
At that time, in the Clear Sky Poetry Room, Olao had just been broken by Augustine and had fallen into a deep sleep. In order to help Olao recover better, Adanis handed the mirror case to Angor.
Angor looked at the box in his hand and quickly considered his options.
According to Augustine, Olao would be unconscious for half a day to a day. In fact, it was already past the time limit that Augustine had mentioned. Logically speaking, Olao should have already awakened.
But why didn't he feel anything from the box?
Could it be that something had happened to Olao, just like Adanis?
Puzzled, Angor removed the cover of the mirror case. Everyone saw the familiar bronze mirror.
This was the original body of Olao that they had seen in the Clear Sky Poetry Room.
He reached out a hand to take the mirror out of the box. But before he could touch it, the mirror suddenly turned into a streak of light and flew out of the box.
Then, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the colorful light gradually condensed into a two-meter-tall human figure.
It was a man wearing a black tuxedo and a black top hat with white flowers on it. His long silver hair almost reached his waist.
The most eye-catching thing about him was his skin. His skin was a reflective shade of mercury. He didn't look like a human, but more like a self-propelled mirror.
There was no doubt that this was Olaf.
His hat was exactly the same as the one Angor saw on the Mirror Demon's emblem. However, his appearance was different.
This must be Augustine's real body after breaking Olao's contract.
Olao looked a little confused when he came out of the box. He looked at his surroundings and found that he was no longer in the Clear Sky Poetry Room. His eyes flashed with a trace of darkness.
"Mister Angor, have we left the Chamber of Solitude?" Olao looked at Angor and asked, "Have we left the chamber yet?"
Angor nodded.
Olao hesitated. "Then … my master …"
"Mister Augustine has left."
Although Olao had guessed this result, he still looked very disappointed.
"We'll meet again in the future as long as we keep moving forward."
Olao was taken aback for a moment, and a glimmer of light slowly appeared in his dark eyes. But soon, he realized something and gave Angor an apologetic look.
"Mister Angor, I'm just a little sad. I didn't mean —"
Angor waved a hand. "Don't worry about it. I'm sorry that Mister Augustine left too early. I'd like to see him again if I have the chance. "
He wasn't sure if he could turn Olao into a "Twin Mirror" like his brother, Adegu. Augustine was the first Mystery Alchemist Angor ever met, and he was sure that the man had reached the pinnacle of Miracle. If Angor could meet him again, he would definitely ask for Augustine's help.
Both Angor and Olao had different goals, but they shared the same goal. Olao wanted to see his master again, and Angor also wanted to ask Augustine for help.
As for Olao's loyalty to Augustine … Angor didn't really care about that.
Angor only considered Olao as a potential collaborator. He only cared about Olao's true form, the unique Mary King.
As long as Olao was willing to cooperate with him, Angor didn't really care what Olao thought about him.
Olao looked at Angor with gratitude. "Mister Angor …"
"Just call me by my name. Don't call me by my last name."
"Can you change your shiny silver skin?" He looked at Olao up and down and asked, "Can you change your shiny silver skin?"
Dorcas nodded in agreement. "Yeah. You're like a luminous ball of light under the light. You can't wait to blind everyone's eyes."
Dorcas's words were actually an exaggeration. Still, Olao wouldn't be blinded.
However, Olao's title of "walking mirror" was not fake. People would only see their own faces when they looked at Olao. And they would see their own faces, which had been distorted, as if they were looking at their own faces in a mirror.
Seeing one's own face reflected on someone else's skin was a bit unbearable.
Olao noticed their worries and spoke in embarrassment, "I just got used to it. I don't know if I can change it. Wait, let me think."
With that, Olao fell into deep thought.
After about half a minute, Olao finally woke up from his contemplation. He then reached out and took out his True Body Mirror from his chest, pointing it at Dorcas who was in front of him.
Soon, Olao's body began to distort.
In just a few seconds, Olao had transformed from a three-meter-tall self-propelled human into … Dorcas.
Olao's face, windbreaker, red sword, and short red hair all looked exactly like Dorcas. Even his aura carried Dorcas' unique bloodthirsty aura.
If Olao did not change in front of everyone, they would not be able to tell who was Olao and who was Dorcas.
"Is this your ability?" The Dark Earl looked at Olao in surprise.
Olao scratched his head. "I … think so. My power has just been unsealed, and I haven't figured out many new abilities yet. It took me a while to figure out how to use my mirror image to change the color of my skin! "
The difference between Olao and Dorcas was obvious as soon as he spoke. His expression, eyes, and tone were completely different from Dorcas'.
At least, Dorcas had never been so gentle before.
"Hey, don't turn into me! If you become me, you'll get into some sort of romantic debt! "Dorcas protested in dissatisfaction. Angor was speechless.
"Which normal person would think of romantic debt first? Or are you saying that you've actually used other people's faces and done similar things before, so your first reaction is … "
Dorcas blinked his eyes. "Nonsense. I didn't do that. Besides, don't change the topic. Of course I'm not happy with Olao turning into me. Go ahead and turn him into you! "
Angor humphed and ignored Dorcas. Instead, he looked at Olao. "Can't you change your appearance directly?"
Olao scratched his head in frustration. "There should be a way. But I need to figure out my ability first."
Angor considered and flicked a finger. A drawing board and a color palette appeared in front of him.
Under everyone's puzzled gazes, Angor quickly used the colors in the palette to create a color that looked like white jade.
"Try changing this color to your original skin color." Olao nodded. "Try changing this color to your original skin color."
Without any hesitation, Olao turned back into his human form. He then took out his bronze mirror and looked at the colors on the drawing board.
In the next second, Olao's mercury-like skin turned into the pink color on the drawing board.
As his skin color changed, Olao's temperament changed as well.
At least in everyone's eyes, Olao now looked like a gentle young man. It was much, much better than the awkward laughing mirror just now.
Olao also looked at his own skin, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes. "So it can be done like this … Then can hair be changed too?"
Olao gave Angor a hopeful look. "Mister Angor …"
Angor cleared his throat.
"Mister — Mister Angor, can I borrow your drawing board for a moment?" Olao asked.
"Sure." Angor nodded.
Olao excitedly took the pen and palette. Then, he held the pen and mixed the various colors on the palette. After a while, Olao mixed a fluorescent green.
Next, Olao's silver-white hair turned into a very eye-catching neon green.
"It works!" Olao's eyes brightened up as he continued mixing colors.
Not long after, Olao's hair became colorful, which left everyone speechless. Is he using his own hair as a dye experiment?
They thought Olao was a gentle young man who valued relationships. But now, they felt that this man was a bit … childish.
"There are many combinations of colors. If you're interested, I'll find someone to teach you later."
It was Angor who spoke. If he didn't stop Olao now, the man would keep mixing colors like this. Angor thought it was a good thing that Olao could enjoy himself by mixing colors. However, they were in Count Black's room right now, and this was not the right time to do so.
Olao wasn't an idiot. It was just that he had never mixed colors before, and he was attracted by the novelty of it.
Angor's words and a meaningful glance helped Olao regain his senses.
Olao quickly mixed his hair into a black color. This was the color he used when he was bound by the contract.
Olao returned the palette and the drawing board to Angor with a slightly embarrassed look.
Angor put away his tools and said to Count Black, "By the way, I called you here because something happened to Adanis."
"Adanis?" Olao's relaxed expression immediately turned serious. "What's wrong with her? Was she attacked by a mirror creature? "
Angor shook his head and pointed at the oil painting on the wall to show Olao.
When Oleo was looking at the oil painting, the Dark Earl opened his mouth and told him what he had discovered.
Olao's expression was originally filled with worry, but after hearing the Black Earl's words, Olao's expression became a little strange.
While everyone was puzzled, Olario walked forward and came to the side of the oil painting. He extended his hand and sensed it for a moment. Then, he heaved a long sigh of relief and revealed an expression that said, "As expected."
"Is she okay?" Angor asked in a low voice.
Olao chuckled. "Don't worry.
She's just sleeping. She'll be fine in a while. "
"She's just sleeping?" Dorcas muttered and looked at Oleo with a suspicious gaze. "When you were asleep, her side was very lively. Now that you're awake, she's gone to sleep. Could it be that the two of you are of the same body? You represent the night, and she represents the day? "
"Same body?" Olao frowned.
"Don't mind him. He never says anything normal." Angor shook his head.
Olao was still confused, but he didn't ask any further.
"Is Adanis's state of hibernation very common?" the Dark Earl asked.
Olaf: "You can say that. The frequency of her hibernation in the past thousand years has been much higher than before. But since Master said she's fine, we don't need to worry too much. "
Master? Augustine? The Dark Earl suddenly thought of something and hurriedly asked, "Is her coma caused by the 'missing part' that the ancestor mentioned?"
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