The Lost Millenium Array
At night, Angor told Trusan that he would be away for a few days. He left some gold coins behind and headed out again.
The main reason he returned to Water Grasse was to deliver a message. The meeting he had with Shadow was tonight, and the location was … Corpse Storage Cave in the Forest of Hidden Souls.
When he stepped out of the door and was about to leave, a lone crescent-shaped boat approached him from afar.
Angor stopped walking.
The gentle moonlight revealed the weathered face of the visitor.
The damp sea breeze tousled the man's white hair.
"It's only been a few days, and you look so old, Count Leonardo," Angor muttered.
It was Leonrick. Before this, Angor saw him as a healthy young man. But after a few days, Leonrick's face was filled with wrinkles, his hair was white, and his eyes were cloudy. He looked like an old man in his seventies or eighties.
Leonrick put the oars back into the boat with a helpless expression.
"Mister Mask …" Leonrick wanted to say something but stopped on second thought.
"You came here alone. Did you prepare for the worst?"
Leonrick shook his head with a bitter smile. "I've been thinking about what to do these days. I can't risk the lives of all the people in the city. "
Leonrick lowered his head. "But … I really want to know who that person is. I tossed and turned every day, unable to sleep at all. When I finally managed to fall asleep, my daughter, Margot, would cry tears of blood and accuse me of being a bad father. And those who lost their shadows would crawl to me and say that I'm not qualified to be the lord of this city.
"Under such torture, I've decided to come alone. I won't go after that person, but I want to know who he is. Can I? "
Angor looked at Leonrick's teary face and understood how conflicted the old man was. On one hand, he wanted to protect the greater good. On the other hand, he wanted to protect his ego. The ego wanted to sacrifice the greater good, but common sense told him that the greater good could not be sacrificed for the greater good.
If Angor was in Leonrick's shoes, he might feel guilty, but he would still choose the greater good without hesitation. He had a bottom line, but he was also selfish.
However, it was also because of people like Leonrick that the city was able to maintain its peace. This was one of the reasons why Angor admired Leonrick.
"Sure. I talked to him recently. What do you want to know? "Angor did not feel guilty about selling out Shadow.
"Why did he steal the shadow?" Leonrick asked the question he wanted to know the most. If he could solve this problem, would he be able to stop the shadows of his subjects from disappearing?
"There are three types of criminals who kill people. Some are forced to do it, and some do it against their will. There's another type of criminal who kills people because … "Angor pointed at his temple." … they're sick. "
Leonrick didn't know why Angor brought this up, but he still followed Angor's train of thought. "You mean a madman who kills people?
"A madman can't help himself when he kills someone. What I mean by illness is that she is mentally healthy, but mentally ill. There's only one word to describe this group of people — perverts. "
Angor continued, "If you want to know why someone would steal a shadow, try to think about what a perverted murderer wants to do. They're all looking for a reason that can satisfy their mental illness. Specifically, it's a ritual, or a sense of unity. "
Leonrick wasn't an idiot. He quickly realized what Angor meant. "You mean blonde hair and blue eyes, sir?" Angor's words caught Leonrick's attention.
Angor nodded. "A pervert who is obsessed with blonde hair and blue eyes. He only takes shadows to satisfy his mental illness."
"Then … what happens to the shadows?"
"Probably some sort of collector's item, like some people's secret hobby."
Leonrick thought that if he could help the "man" solve the problem, "he" might let the shadows go. But after hearing Angor's words, he lost all hope. A pervert could never be persuaded by common sense.
Leonrick thought about all the books he read about wizards. Most of them were perverts who could destroy cities and towns without warning. Leonrick glanced at Angor. Fortunately, this mister was not someone who treated human lives like dirt. Even when Margot offended him and Tyrael scolded her, the mister only gave her a light punishment.
"What else do you want to know?" Angor asked.
"Can you tell me who this" man "is?"
Angor snapped his fingers. A faint illusion covered both of them. Shadow's figure slowly appeared in front of Leonrick.
"He's the one you're looking for." Angor pointed at Shadow. "I don't know his real name. His code name is Shadow."
Leonrick was startled by the sudden appearance of the figure, but he quickly calmed down and carefully observed Shadow's appearance.
Shadow's appearance was extremely handsome. His thin, short hair was almost black, and his facial features were very cold and hard. Especially those slanted eyebrows that reached his temples, with a cold-like sharpness. On the surface, Shadow seemed to be a cold-hearted person. However, Shadow was more like a ruffian, which was hard to show on his face.
"I'll give you one last warning. He's very strong. Just look at him, but don't touch him. You know how unreasonable perverts can be, especially when dealing with mortals. He won't even give you a chance to speak. "With that, Angor left on the boat.
Leonrick looked at Angor with a pleading look. He wanted Angor to save those who lost their shadows and his daughter, but he could not bring himself to say it.
Angor saw the look and sighed in his mind. He didn't say anything.
…
It was already moonlight when Angor arrived at the meeting place.
However, the plants in the Forest of Hidden Grudge were all overgrown by the corpses buried under the ground. Not a single ray of moonlight could be seen.
Angor cast a Light spell and jumped into the cave.
He put on his top hat and fully activated his Purification Field, which blocked out the rotten smell. Stepping over the corpses and maggots, he arrived at the small stone room where the supernatural meeting took place a week ago.
"You're finally here. I've been waiting for you," Shadow said with a smile. An Ying laughed. Behind him stood eight puppets. All of the puppets had pale faces and had strange smiles on their faces.
"Shall we start now?" Angor asked.
Shadow nodded. "Follow me. The magic array is just ahead."
Shadow led the way while the puppets followed behind him.
Angor thought this was the end of the cave. However, as he followed Shadow, he saw a small gap on the other side. Behind the gap, there was an endless stream of foul energy.
"The magic array that was lost for a thousand years is inside." Shadow took the lead and went inside.
Angor recalled Shadow's foul aura when he came to the ranger's cabin. It was exactly the same as the one behind the gap. Since he was able to come into contact with such a dense filthy aura, he must have stayed inside for the past few days.
After passing through this gap, there was a deep and dark path behind them.
There was no smell of rotting corpses in this area, but the maggots and corpses all over the place made the place even dirtier.
Even with his Purification Field activated, he still could not get rid of the foul energy.
"This hat can sell for seven or eight thousand magic crystals in an auction in Floating Mech City," Shadow said with an envious look. "Don't tell me you're one of Brute Cavern's best seedlings? Wait, I don't think Brute Cavern has any "elite seedlings" program. They're all free-range. "
"Or maybe you're from a rich wizard family?"
Angor pointed at the puppets behind him. "What are you going to do with these people in half a month?"
Shadow shrugged. "What can I do? I can't take them away, so I can only let them go. Besides, none of them fit my taste. If they have puppets like you, I'll bring them back to Floating Mech City even if I have to risk my teacher's punishment. "
"I thought you'd kill them."
"I'm not interested in bullying trash like them."
"My teacher once told me, 'Don't bully a poor young man.' Maybe one day, they'll come back and you'll be their stumbling block. "Angor recalled some web novels he read in his tablet. The worse a person's talent was, the more likely he or she would rise.
"Don't bully a poor young man. I agree. But it's a bit naive to use it in the wizarding world. "
After walking in the foul air for about ten minutes, the two of them arrived at a hidden chamber.
As soon as he stepped into the room, he sensed a strange aura coming from the runes under his feet.
Angor was familiar with magic arrays. This was a typical magic array that required activation. He could not tell its level, but the runes were very primitive. It should be an ancient magic array.
"Did you see anything?" Shadow joked when he saw Angor's serious look. He did not believe that Angor could see anything. Magic arrays were complicated subjects. Considering Angor's age, even if he was studying magic arrays, he should have stopped at the level of runes.
"This magic array has been around for at least ten thousand years."
"What do you mean?"
"The runes are very primitive. Maybe the creator did not learn 'Path of Three Intersection', so there are many things that can be simplified. Take this corner for example. I don't know what this magic array is, but according to the books, it's a typical useless corner. You can use Six-Fold Spell to change the amount of mana into a horizontal stroke, "Angor explained while pointing at a complicated corner.
"You've studied magic arrays before?" Shadow was surprised. He did not know if Angor was telling the truth, but that was why he was impressed.
"No. I only read about it in books."
Shadow took a deep breath and pointed at the magic array on the ground. "A thousand years ago, when the Krakoks were facing a great catastrophe, a wizard from Dark Castle activated this magic array. He brought the Krakoks into this world and gave them a peaceful life."
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