In Barr's dreams, he could still see the people who had been tortured and killed by him.
Their faces were pale, and there were bloodstains on their faces. Some of them were even missing an arm or a leg. Even though they were only left with human pillars, they still continued to chase after him, shouting, "Pay with your life!" In the end, they forced Barr into a corner.
"Argh!" A pair of bloody hands squeezed Baal's neck. Baal screamed and fainted in his dream.
Meanwhile, in the real world, Barr sat up on his bed and gasped for breath. His back was drenched in cold sweat from fright.
It took Baal a while to regain his senses. "Is … is this a dream?" Why did it feel so real?
"You're haunted by nightmares even in your dreams. Baal, I see you've done a lot of bad things." A clear male voice reached Baal's ears.
Who said that to me?! Barr raised his head angrily and saw a figure leaning against the door frame.
When Barr saw the man's face, he was so scared that he rolled off the bed. Then, he scrambled to kneel in front of the man and said politely, "Sir, why are you here?"
"I should be the one asking that," Angor said. He nodded at Trusan, who was still looking around the living room. Then he entered his room and closed the door behind him.
"What do you need from me?" He sat down on the sofa and asked casually.
Barr was at a loss for a moment. He didn't know what had happened. How did he wake up from his bed? When he saw Angor's impatient expression, Baal suddenly remembered what happened in the morning.
Baal came here in high spirits because Leonrick, who used to be so arrogant, actually sent one of his henchmen to beg him for help. Just a few days ago, Baal almost kidnapped Leonrick's daughter. In just ten days, Leonrick forgot about Margot's death and even sent a huge gift to Baal. He just wanted Baal to send a message to the wizard.
Baal was a little confused. Why didn't Leonrick come here himself? Why did he send a message instead? But he didn't think too much about it. If he could get some money, he wouldn't mind going there.
Next, he rowed his boat and came here. But before he could enter his old house, he … saw a ghost? And then he fainted?! Baal peeked at Angor and wondered if Leonrick knew about this place and asked him to send the message here. Damn it, this old man actually dared to trick me!
"I … I'm here to deliver a message for Leonrick …" Baal hesitated for a moment, but still decided to tell the truth.
"Leonrick?" Angor raised an eyebrow. "What's his message?"
"I don't know either. I just said some strange things and tricked me into coming here … Uh, it's not a trap, it's not a trap!" Barr slapped his own mouth and said, "Look at my stupid mouth. What I meant was that he asked me to send a message to Sir, but the message was very strange. I think he was playing with Sir!"
"Just tell me. What did he tell me?"
"He said some strange things. He said that he found a legend in a city. In the legend, there was a race called Kukabala. And it's from Kubacala … "Barr had a strange expression on his face." I forgot. Anyway, it's just some nonsense. "
"Kukabala? Kubacala … "Angor frowned." Don't tell me it's the Krakoks? "
Baal's eyes lit up. "Yes! It's the Krakoks! "
Angor grabbed Baal's collar. "Are you sure it's the Krakoks?"
Baal was lifted into the air. He quickly nodded and said, "That's right, it's the Krakoks! I remember now, that's the name he was talking about! "
Angor tossed Baal onto the bed. "If the Krakoks are small shadows, then the one we saw yesterday was …"
With that, he turned around and left the room.
"Sir, what should I do now?" Baal mumbled in his mind, "What should I do now?"
…
Inside the basement of a building under a dark waterway.
Magician was working on the "Create Water" spell. He had almost completed the basic model of the spell, but the model kept collapsing at the last step. He wondered if he should ask Mask about it.
However, at this moment, the bronze door was suddenly pushed open.
Angor appeared in front of Magician, wearing a black and white striped windbreaker.
"Mask?" Magician frowned. How did someone break into his room? Why didn't anyone alert him?
"What are you doing here?" Magician's voice was laced with caution.
Angor didn't intend to talk. He waved a hand and released a surge of mana from his body. Magician took several steps back in fright and began to construct the model of his best cantrip in his mind space.
Before he could finish, he heard Angor speaking in a deep voice.
"Is this person An Ying?"
Magician looked up and saw the mana released by Angor earlier turning into a series of stable nodes that interacted with each other to create a realistic illusion.
If Magician didn't know that he was in Angor's room, he would have believed that the illusion was real.
What a powerful illusion! Magician looked at Angor in admiration. He wished he could do something like this too.
It didn't seem like Mask was here to start a fight. Magician relaxed a little. However, he didn't cancel the model in his mind space. Instead, he used his mana to maintain it so that he could release it as soon as possible.
"Is this man Shadow or not?" Angor tried his best to suppress his impatience when he saw Magician's strange look.
Magician was pulled back to reality by Angor's question. He looked at the vivid illusion again.
If Magician was in Magician's shoes, he would have praised the illusion greatly. The illusion was filled with loneliness and solitude, and its composition was perfect for a cold aesthetic.
The background was alternating between black and white, the falling snowflakes, the lonely street lamp that shone dimly, and a man with a cigarette in the corner of his mouth.
Magician couldn't see the man's face, but he recognized the man's trademark leather boots, riveted leather coat, and wide-brimmed hat.
"That's right, he's Shadow!" Magician confirmed.
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure! He's always cold and doesn't talk much. But his style is different from his personality. He's extremely flamboyant, especially that riveted leather jacket. He's worn it a few times. The last time he went to Charm Tavern, he was wearing it and even injured a dancer. "Magician asked curiously," You met An Ying last night? "
It had only snowed last night, and the time of the snowy night in this illusion was obvious.
"Yes." Angor didn't show any expression. "He's not as cold as you said. He's just … a little strange. "
Magician nodded. "It is indeed strange. I still don't understand why he joined our gathering. He's so strong, but he didn't get anything from our meeting. Instead, he shared a lot of useful knowledge with us. I don't think he's that nice. "
Magician didn't trust anyone, and he was more wary of Shadow than Angor. He was a man who believed in nothing but profit.
"I see. Thanks for the information." With that, Angor turned to leave.
"Wait!" Magician chuckled. "I've been studying Create Water all day, and I have something I need to ask you." Angor frowned at Magician's puzzled look.
…
After leaving Magician's place, Angor headed straight to the outskirts of Water Grasse.
Leonrick brought Margot back home from Golden Cross Academy. He already knew that his daughter wasn't sick, so he couldn't just leave her in the hospital to be studied by a bunch of quacks.
He hired several caretakers to take care of Margot. As a precaution, he also asked Tyrael and Carolyn, the two national healers, to stay at home and take care of Margot. However, because Tyrael had been punished by the Great Wizard, he had seen three days of terrifying ghostly apparitions. His energy had been greatly depleted, and he was still mentally ill. Thus, he could only stay at home and rest.
Carolyn was the only one who accepted Leonrick's invitation and stayed in the manor.
Meanwhile, Leonrick and Carolyn were discussing how to improve Margot's mental condition.
He knew that Margot wasn't sick, but when she woke up and realized that she couldn't see her shadow, she felt like she was struck by lightning. So he locked himself in a dark secret room and refused to come out nor see anyone. This was already considered a mental illness, so Leonrick had to take it seriously.
Carolyn explained a lot about how to improve Margot's mental condition, such as sunshine, rain, and dew … But in the end, Carolyn couldn't help but sigh. "She's living under the sun, and now she's about to fall into an abyss. This is too much for anyone to accept. If we can't find her shadow, we'll have to let her figure it out on her own. But that's probably the most painful thing in the world. "
Cynthia was unable to hold back her emotions after hearing Carolyn's words, causing tears to flow from her eyes once again.
Leonrick held Cyndia's arm and comforted her. "There's still hope. We still have Mister Mask."
Cyndia shook her head. "Tyrael offended Mister Mask that day. Will he still help us?"
Speaking of Tyrael, Carolyn's face was a little embarrassed, especially when she thought of how she had gone to apologize to Sir Mask yesterday, only to be met with a nose full of dust. She felt very embarrassed.
"I don't know …" Leonrick mumbled. He did tell Angor about the "Krakoks", but he didn't think that the city had anything to do with the "shadow".
Still, Leonrick held onto a glimmer of hope and sent the message. However, he didn't dare to go there himself because he didn't want to offend Mister Mask. In the end, he asked Baal for help.
At this moment, a knight in silver armor walked in. "Reporting, Lord Mask is here!"
Leonrick stood up, and Cyndia stopped crying as well.
"I'll go greet him right away!" Leonrick tried to hold back his excitement.
"No need," Angor said as he entered the room. "I'm already here."
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