The man who suddenly showed up was wearing a strange yet elegant outfit. He had blond hair, blue eyes, and a handsome face.
From the fineness of his hair to the smile at the corner of his mouth, the neatness of his clothes, and the standard of his speech and actions, there was no lack of strict aristocratic etiquette.
Step by step, he slowly walked through the crowd and approached the coachman. The coachman didn't know who this man was, but he still thanked him in a low voice. Margot blushed a little when he walked past her. With every step he took, the members of the One-eyed Brotherhood around him took a step back in horror.
Finally, he stopped in front of the scarred man.
The man wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy even though he didn't know who this man was.
Could this man be a member of the Leonrick Family? Why else would he save the coachman?
It was Angor, of course. He didn't like the man's filthy language and rude behavior, but he didn't intend to teach him a lesson. Angor used Hand of Spell to stop the man's kneeling motion.
Under the man's horrified gaze, Angor slowly took the "Illusion Ring" from the man's hand.
No one dared to question Angor's action. No one even dared to say a word.
Angor carefully examined the ring in front of everyone. The ring was perfectly shaped. It was a standard circular ring with a five-petaled flower on its surface. In the middle of the flower, there was a loose emerald.
The ring, the surface, and the embedded emerald were all common materials. They were all very ordinary materials. Perhaps they were still considered precious among mortals, but they were only a matter of a few gold coins.
Angor slowly opened the emerald and closed his eyes. He felt a tiny grain of sand under the emerald, which acted as a pivot.
"So this is it. A ring that doesn't contain any alchemy power. It only uses this tiny grain of sand to create an illusion."
Angor didn't care about the ring at all. He put the ring back in the man's hand. Although the Nightmare Stone was very valuable, with the size of this grain of sand, the power contained in it would disappear after a few uses.
"M-m-m-sir …" The man's voice trembled. He didn't know why this man suddenly showed up.
Suddenly, the scar-faced man saw the person he thought was an idiot earlier walking to the new supernatural being's side with a smile. The knife-scarred man trembled in fear. Could it be that this idiot was the reason for this lord's sudden appearance?
The scar-faced man said, "Sir, I didn't know that this was your … man. Please forgive me if I offended you."
Before he could ask about the story behind the illusion ring, Margot, who was still being held down by the two men, suddenly broke free and rushed to his side.
Maybe it was because she was running too fast, or maybe there were stones on the ground, or maybe she had other thoughts, Margot suddenly tripped and almost fell on Angor with a blushing face.
Angor glanced at Margot and took a step back when Margot was still staring at him in horror.
Clank! Margot fell to the cold ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Margot covered her bleeding nose with her hand and gave Angor a pitiful look.
Angor didn't say anything. He only gave her a cold glance and looked away. Compared to Margot, Angor liked the coachman more.
"Do you know who I am? How dare you back off just now? How could you treat me like this! "Magda pouted angrily.
Her sudden accusation not only stunned Angor but also the other Cyclops Brotherhood members. Was there something wrong with her head?
Margot felt so wronged. She could tell that this person was a noble. She was the daughter of a countess, but this person didn't help her and only looked at her coldly. This was infuriating!
Margot might be a powerful woman, but she had always been pampered by Leonrick. She was spoiled and willful.
She would cry in front of the ferocious Cyclops Brotherhood members. But when she saw someone who might be a royal noble, she started acting like a countess again.
Margot wanted to say something, but the coachman quickly covered her mouth.
"Sir, my lady is only a child. Please forgive her." The coachman kept kowtowing to Angor.
Margot was definitely over 18 years old, which meant she was older than Angor. A child? Angor sneered in his mind. He already had a good impression of the coachman, but that impression was ruined by the man's words.
Unlike other dark wizards, Angor always treated mortals with respect and restraint. However, if someone offended him, he wouldn't show any mercy.
Angor snapped his fingers and sent a stream of nightmare aura into Margot's mind.
The next moment, Margot clutched her neck and mumbled something for a while.
Margot pointed at Angor in horror. She grabbed the coachman's arm and pointed at her throat. Then she shook her head violently.
The coachman seemed to understand Margot's situation. He looked at Angor with a pleading look.
"Silence her for ten days as punishment," Angor replied in a plain tone.
Margot's throat and vocal cords were fine. It was just that Angor used his nightmare aura to block Margot's mind and make her think that she couldn't speak. Angor created this method himself. His illusions already had the ability to block other people's senses. After learning The Mystery of Nightmare Domain, Angor was able to use this ability like a fish in water. He could even simulate a level-1 cantrip, Silence, without using too much mana. In fact, it was Angor's unique ability.
The coachman didn't say anything else after hearing Angor's answer. Ten days of silence was already a very small punishment for offending a supernatural. Besides, Miss Margot was a little arrogant. How could she treat a supernatural like a common noble?
Angor looked at the scarred man again.
The man wanted to apologize right away. He was shocked by Angor's miraculous move, and he was now in awe of the young man.
"Everyone else, leave. You come with me." Angor didn't want to reveal his purpose in front of everyone. Besides, this scarred man seemed to be a local, and he was the best person to ask for information.
When the scarred man heard this, his heart was filled with apprehension. However, the other party only called for him and didn't plan to deal with his underling, which was already a relatively ideal ending … The scar-faced man recalled the last time he faced Magician. His underling had merely coughed due to the cold and had been cut in half by Magician.
Now it seemed that this supernatural who showed up out of nowhere was a peaceful person. Considering Magician's temper, Margot's rebuke was enough to kill her a thousand times over.
The scarred man's heart was filled with mixed feelings. He didn't expect that today's matter would develop into such a situation. He sighed and directly used the Ring of Illusion to dispel the illusion. Then, with a dignified expression, he ordered his subordinates to leave.
"Wait. Don't go yet."
The scarred man's heart skipped a beat. Don't tell me … they're going back on their words?
"B-b-sir?" The scarred man trembled as he looked at Angor.
Angor only used a small amount of nightmare aura to cover all the followers of Cyclops Brotherhood. In the next second, a hint of confusion flashed through the eyes of the person enveloped by the nightmare aura. Then, he walked into the forest in a daze.
The scarred man didn't know what Angor did, but he could tell that his followers were heading back to their base.
Actually, he only thought of using nightmare aura to mask the people's senses. He wanted to see if he could use nightmare aura to alter or block these people's memories, which led to what happened just now.
As for the effect … he could temporarily block their memories. However, altering or deleting their memories was beyond his ability. He would need to learn more about the structure of the human brain, the use of organs in different departments, or spend some time studying psychology.
In the end, Angor temporarily blocked their memories and told them to leave.
With that done, he turned around and continued walking along the main road. Dodoro quickly followed him. The scar-faced man hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and followed Dodoro.
As for the coachman and Margot, Angor didn't even look at them. Angor did not even look at them when he left. Only the scarred man gave Angor a hateful glare. "You can't always be so far away," he muttered and left the place.
The coachman watched as the Cyclops Brotherhood went deeper into the forest. When he saw the three figures disappearing at the end of the road, he sighed in relief. "Miss Margot, I've read about something in a secret book —" He then turned to Margot, who had been silent all this while.
"In this world, there is a group of supernaturals who are rarely seen. They can move everything in the world and manipulate all laws. They are immortal, and they will live forever. They are the last light of hope for mankind, and the lighthouse that keeps the fire of civilization burning.
"These supernaturals are usually hidden in different parts of the world, and they are rarely seen. But their wisdom has spread across thousands of worlds. This group of people, in that secret book, they are called … sorcerers. "
"I didn't think of it before, but when that young man used the ability to silence you, I remembered that there were records of wizards having such power in the books."
"If that young man is really a wizard, he can easily overthrow Water Grasse, or even Zeal Dominion, with a single word."
At this point, the coachman sighed deeply. "Although wizards are the most powerful and wise people in our world, their personalities have also become cold and cruel because of the immortal years, and they have lost their humanity. You were too reckless, Miss Margot. What if that wizard kills you? What can you do? "
Margot couldn't speak, but after hearing the coachman's words, she fell into deep thought.
When the coachman saw this, he knew that his words had worked. As Margot's butler, he did his best.
The coachman helped Margot to her feet. "Let's go. We can't stay here for too long. If the One-Eyed Brotherhood comes back again, we won't be able to do anything. But, Miss Margot, you need to be careful. The only time we went out alone, Bloody Butcher Baal stopped us. There must be something going on."
Margot was arrogant and didn't know what was going on, but she wasn't stupid. Of course, she knew what the coachman meant.
"Also, we have to take Barr's words seriously. The magician he mentioned is probably also a Transcendent. If he wants to deal with us … Sigh." The coachman shook his head. The road ahead was bleak.
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