The woman's voice reached everyone's ears.
"Who's there? Who's talking?! "It was Felicia who jumped out first.
Felicia's goal was simple. She was determined to get her hands on the Mystery item, and anyone who tried to stop her would be her enemy. However, if the owner of the female voice was on Dark Castle's side, it didn't seem like there was anything wrong with it.
Angor's crafting this time was completely accidental, and it couldn't be replicated. The undead creatures in Dark Forest, Scorched Earth, and Graveyard played a crucial role in helping him create the Mystery soul.
In other words, Angor was using all the undead creatures accumulated by Dark Castle over the past thousand years to create a chance for him to become a "Mystery Alchemist". But the woman's accusation wasn't wrong.
To put it bluntly, Angor was "stealing other people's belongings to help himself."
This wasn't a common thing in the wizarding world, but it was still a serious offense. Angor already thought of this possibility when he realized that he might be able to craft a Mystery weapon. Angor didn't say anything when he heard the woman's accusation.
However, just as the female voice had said, the undead created by Dark Castle for a thousand years were completely useless against Dark Castle. In fact, they were completely useless. Normally, Dark Castle wouldn't say anything even if Angor killed hundreds or thousands of undead creatures in Dark Forest. In fact, they might even celebrate. Most of them were apprentices, and they had no choice but to surrender to the undead creatures without any special items.
This was why the wizarding world was a very realistic place. When something is of no use to us, we can discard it, not care about it, ignore it, and let it be taken away by others. However, if the item was worth a lot of money, we could declare you as a thief.
Two-faced behavior and double standards.
Everyone knew that Angor wasn't wrong to criticize him, so he had no choice but to accept it.
However, the woman seemed to feel a little embarrassed since she pointed out that the undead creatures created over the past thousand years were "diseases", so there was still room for negotiation.
The woman ignored Felicia's question and focused on Angor again.
"Now that you've stolen a thousand years of Dark Castle's wealth, I have to stop you. Therefore, I will take this half of the Spirit of Mystery as your compensation. "
As soon as she finished speaking, the Mystery power that was pouring into Angor's weapon suddenly stopped and drifted to the other side.
Felicia was furious. "How dare you! A bunch of useless undead, and you want to exchange for half of the Spirit of Mystery? Your plan is a joke in the outside world! "
As Felicia spoke, she attacked the source of the Mystic energy.
Angor wanted to yell at the shameless woman as well, but someone else spoke up for him. He did not know who the woman was, but judging by the fluttering butterflies around her, she must be the "God's View" person.
On one side of the blood prison, a white-haired woman with icy eyes slowly walked over.
Felicia's target was the white-haired woman.
Facing Felicia's ferocious attacks, the woman waved her hand lightly, and a powerful force appeared, crushing the black and white butterflies that Felicia sent over to her.
"This is Dark Castle's business. It has nothing to do with you." The woman spoke in a flat tone.
Felicia snorted. "I'm the one who helped him create this item. Who gave you the right to claim the fruits of your labor? You people of Dark Castle sure are shameless!"
Felicia paused for a moment before she continued, "Tell me who you are. Possessing the body of a young apprentice and not daring to reveal its true appearance, is it because it's afraid of being too unsightly and losing face if others spread the news? "
While Felicia was talking to the white-haired woman, he suddenly received a message from Shadow.
"Isn't that woman Venees? Why did she change into white hair and white eyes? That's so cool. "
"Looks like your intuition was right. Something interesting did happen in the ice cave on the fifth floor. Venees was possessed. She's at least a wizard, judging from her attitude and skills. " "I'm curious. Why didn't you get possessed when you were with Venees?" Angor considered for a moment before continuing.
Shadow rolled his eyes. "Ah, I can tell from her voice that she's a woman. It's normal that she doesn't possess me."
"From the memory of my host, your name is Felicia, right?" The woman suddenly spoke again, "You're Felicia, right? You were invited by my disciple to stay in the Dark Castle. You are just an outsider. You're asking me why? Don't you find it funny? "
"Your disciple's invitation? Are you saying that your apprentice is Isabella? "Felicia's eyes flashed with surprise." You're Isabella? "
The white-haired woman nodded, acknowledging her identity.
At the same time, Shadow also exclaimed in the Spirit Bond, "She's Ms. Isabelle? It can't be, right? Didn't they say that she had already left the southern region? "
Compared to Isabelle's identity, Angor was more interested in … "Felicia? Is she Felicia from the Butterfly Tavern? "
Shadow nodded. "That's right. Don't you know? I said 'Madame Butterfly' several times. I'm sure I was referring to Felicia. "
He had heard of Felicia's name before, but he didn't know that her nickname was "Madam Butterfly". Could Felicia really be the "Warrior Barbie" Greya?
However, the "Greya" Flowey mentioned was a slender little girl. She was nothing like this "King Kong Barbie". Did Greya create an illusion or use a shapeshifting spell?
On the other hand, since the white-haired woman had admitted to Isabelle's identity, she did indeed have the right to say those words. Felicia respected Isabelle as the woman who led the entire wizarding era a thousand years ago. But she still couldn't believe that this woman was Isabelle.
Isabelle didn't bother to explain. Instead, she flicked her finger, and a wispy soul emerged from the ground and bound Felicia.
In the face of this soul, Felicia was powerless to retaliate! The person who had come was a soul that possessed her body. To be able to suppress her and remain unharmed, it could be seen how high the level of strength of this person was.
In the face of this absolute difference in strength, Felicia finally fell silent.
Isabelle walked past Felicia and slowly approached Angor.
The mysterious power was still being absorbed into Isabelle's body. Her icy white eyes were indifferent. "Your soul is very strange. It attracts me, but also makes me feel afraid. The remnant soul I left in the ice cave won't last long, so I planned to observe you for a while and use you as a source of possession.
"But I didn't expect that you would actually refine a tool with a Mysterious Spirit at this time and place. I don't need to take the risk of taking over your soul. I'll take half of your Mystery soul and save your life. "
Angor couldn't tell whether Isabelle was telling the truth or not. However, Angor knew that the weapon he was crafting this time couldn't be completed by the Mystery soul. He had no choice but to admit defeat in front of such a powerful wizard.
Without the complete Mystery soul, it was impossible for him to create a Mystery item. The title of "Mystery Alchemist", which was so close to his eyes, could only be said goodbye now.
Angor felt a little regretful, but he didn't mind it at all. Originally, this was a chance encounter, and he was taking a huge risk to perform alchemy here. He had disregarded his own safety, and as long as he didn't die, there was no point in asking for anything else.
Under Felicia's regretful gaze, half of the Mystery Soul was snatched away by Isabelle.
In the end, Angor's revolver failed to reach the Mystery level and returned to the level of a mid-tier item. Before Angor could check the properties of the weapon, Isabelle suddenly reached out and took it from him.
Angor's eyes flashed with anger, but he didn't dare to talk back in front of someone who might have led the world thousands of years ago. He lowered his head and tried to suppress his anger.
Angor thought that the weapon would never belong to him again, but Isabelle only held it in her hand for a while and returned it.
"It's only a mid-tier item, but I sensed a Mystery property inside. You can study it yourself later."
After Isabelle had absorbed half of the Mystery Spirit, she felt a lot more relaxed. She ate until she was satisfied. She needed some time to digest the changes the Mystery Spirit had brought her.
She glanced at Angor with a hint of guilt in her eyes. "Come to Soul Realm B2 in a week. I'll give you something to settle this matter."
With that, Isabelle turned around and disappeared from sight.
After Isabelle left, Felicia's shackles were also removed. She wasn't happy that she didn't get a complete Mystery item, but she didn't want to lose her temper in front of a wizard who was stronger than her. She suppressed her anger and walked to Angor's side.
"Come with me. Join Candy House, and I'll make sure you don't die. Otherwise … "Felicia's words were laced with threat, and her eyes were filled with ferocity.
Angor was surprised by Felicia's words. Shadow also looked at Angor in surprise. He knew Felicia would pay more attention to Angor after this incident, but he didn't expect Felicia to steal Angor away from him like that. Was she not afraid of Brute Cavern at all?
Of course, Felicia didn't want to go against Brute Cavern. However, kidnapping an ordinary apprentice wasn't a big deal to her. Even if Brute Cavern found out about this, they wouldn't turn against Candy House. After all, anyone who didn't become a wizard was still an ant. Moreover, wasn't it common for apprentices to die during their travels? Since Angor left Brute Cavern, they could just pretend that he died in the wild.
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