Why was his butterfly bone itching now? Was it because his soul absorbed the aroma?
Angor didn't know, but the itch was getting worse and worse. It even reached into his bones and soul.
Angor's expression changed. He tried his best to suppress the extreme discomfort and took Toby out of his chest pocket.
"Toby, transform into a griffin and take me to my professor." Angor whispered into Toby's ear.
Toby didn't seem to understand what was going on until Angor repeated his words. Toby wanted to ask something, but when he saw Angor's pale face, he gave up. Instead, he nodded to Angor and transformed into a griffin.
Angor jumped onto Toby's back.
"Angor?" Keely was surprised to see Angor on the griffin's back. However, Angor didn't say anything. Instead, he told the griffin to spread its wings and fly toward the exit.
Toby didn't know what was going on, but it could sense Angor's urgency. Toby flew as fast as he could. When someone tried to block his way, Toby would release the gray sequence of gravity and push them away.
Falca was very close to the exit. Before he could step out, a gray sequence of energy attacked him from behind. Before he could react, he was sent flying by a powerful force and landed on the ground with a loud thud.
He stood up and wanted to curse, but when he saw that it was the powerful Griffin, he immediately shut his mouth.
Many others were thrown away like him, but none of them objected. Even those who thought Angor was unworthy of his reputation changed their minds.
Soon, Toby flew out of the garden and arrived at the valley.
Mithra saw Angor and was about to ask him about the griffin when Toby dashed out of the valley like a gust of wind without looking back.
Toby was even faster than some wizards.
"Gravity sequence?" Almost all of the wizards recognized the gray sequence that appeared when Toby was flying, and their eyes flashed with surprise.
While the others only noticed Toby's speed, Mithra noticed Angor's pale face.
"Is Angor hurt? But he didn't look like this before."
On the other side, Nausica, Shan, and Shiliew also came out of the garden. When they came out, they could only see Toby's shadow in the sky.
"Why is he in such a hurry? We were going to drink at Wood Bar together … "Shan looked a little disappointed.
"Maybe he has something to do?" Shiliew asked.
"Something to do? We just escaped from death and gained a great fortune. Why is he in such a hurry? I also want to ask him how he broke Erdus' illusion. Also, was the luxurious banquet hall that we were locked in really an illusion? " Shan was very curious about Angor, especially his Nightmare Domain. The red toy soldiers, teacups, and glowing dragonflies were all very interesting to her.
"Maybe next time —" Shiliew's eyelids drooped.
Shan quickly asked Shiliew and put her on Shiliew's back.
"Angor" Erdus' illusion, "she said," Erdus' illusion.. .................. is............ an.... it......................... really?... an..............
. "Nausica shook her head." I don't know. I think it's an illusion. But I think it's something even more powerful. "
Meanwhile, Angor was lying on Toby's back and guiding him toward Sunders' manor.
Along the way, several Rune Detectors stopped them, saying that this was a no-fly zone.
He knew he couldn't fly here, but the itch was still getting worse. He didn't know how to deal with it. The only thing he could do now was to find Sunders and see what he could do.
Angor ignored the Rune Detectors. They couldn't catch up with Toby anyway.
At first, the Rune Eye still tried to warn him. But later, when he flew past the Rune Eye, the Rune Eye did not stop him. Instead, it allowed him to leave.
Soon, Angor arrived at Sunders' Blossom Manor outside Floating Mech City.
He saw Butler Number One as soon as he touched down.
"Take me to my professor." Before he could finish, Angor felt his soul tremble, and he lost consciousness.
…
Angor curled up in the darkness for a long time.
He thought he heard people whispering around him. The voices were short and dense, as if he was in a busy city, but they were an octave lower. Every syllable carried a warm sensation that made his ears itch.
He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't see anything in the darkness. However, the whispers didn't disappear. There were the voices of adults and the voices of the elderly. Occasionally, there were the voices of children and animals.
Angor couldn't tell what they were talking about. It was too chaotic. He wanted to listen, but found that he couldn't catch any sound track.
Angor gave up trying. He stood up and walked toward the only source of light in the darkness.
He didn't know how long he had been walking. Where am I? Why am I here? Who's talking? What are they talking about? He couldn't find any answers to these questions.
After a long time, Angor finally reached the source of light. He discovered that it was actually a large door. It was very bright behind the door, so he walked over.
He stepped out of the door and saw a small, well-designed room. He felt a sense of familiarity when he stood in front of it.
The teacups on the round table, the boxes on the table, the canary silk bed curtains, the stacks of paper on the bookshelf, and the "landscape, flowers, and birds" hanging on the wall, as well as the "Chinese painting scroll", all of them pointed to the fact that …
This was where Angor used to live.
His home in Padt Manor.
Angor even remembered the piles of paper on the bookshelf. They were the homework Jon gave him when he was young. They accompanied him throughout his childhood.
Why am I here?
Is this a dream?
Angor walked around the room with a nostalgic look. Finally, he stood in front of the bed he used to sleep in.
The curtain was closed.
For some reason, Angor felt that someone was lying on the bed. The whispers by his ear seemed to be urging him to pull open the curtains. He hesitated for a moment and decided to do so.
He pulled on the string beside the bed, and the curtain was opened.
What he saw was an ice coffin. It was dark inside, as if someone was lying inside.
The person lying in the ice coffin. Could it be Jon?
Angor reached out a hand and touched the ice coffin.
Suddenly, the whispers turned into strange giggles. In the end, Angor thought he heard someone saying, "Welcome back, Your Majesty!"
Then, the cover of the ice coffin was pushed open from inside. A pair of pale hands reached out and pulled Angor into the coffin.
Angor's brain suddenly shivered in the cold.
He quickly sat up.
"Are you feeling better now, Mister Padt?" A mechanical voice came from beside him.
Angor looked around and saw a Rune Monitor wearing a top hat sitting beside the bed. It was Butler Number One.
His memories came back. Altar of Demise … Butterfly Bone Itch … Return …
Angor scratched his back out of instinct. He did not feel anything strange. All the itch was gone.
Was the "whispers", "bedroom", and "ice coffin" all a dream? He shook his head to clear his head. But he still felt that this was not a dream.
"Mister Padt, do you need Number One to prepare some food?" Butler Number One asked again.
"Where am I?" When he asked the question, he suddenly realized that he was in his bedroom in Flowery Manor. So he changed his question and asked, "How long have I been unconscious?"
Number One: "Two more hours and it'll be three days."
Three days? He slept for a very long time.
Angor tried to stand up, but before he could do anything, he lost all strength and fell back onto the bed.
When he lay on the bed, he realized that he had no strength left in his body. Even clenching his fists made him feel tired.
What's wrong with me?
"Mister Padt, according to the test, you drank a potion that caused side effects," Number One explained. Number One noticed his confusion and explained, "The side effects should have been worse. But since you've purified your body and leveled up, the potion's side effects are much smaller. You only feel tired and weak. You'll feel better in a few days. "
"Ah, so it's the potion." Angor nodded. He suddenly remembered the potion Keely gave him. "What did you say? Say it again! "
"Mister Padt, you drank a potion —"
"Not this one. The one after that."
"The side effects were already very strong. And because of your advancement —"
"Stop! Advancement? What advancement? "Angor looked at Number One in confusion.
Number One spoke in its usual mechanical voice, "You began to advance on the first day you fell asleep, Mister Padt. Congratulations. You are now a level-3 apprentice."
A level-3 apprentice? Angor quickly closed his eyes and sensed his mind space.
Just as Number One said, the energy in his mind space was very active despite his weak body. His mana pool was twice as large as before, and he could absorb mana faster than before.
Without a doubt, he was now a level-3 apprentice.
However, Angor was not happy about it.
Because of the Singularity Dispersive Meditation, there was almost no bottleneck before he became an official Magus. He had been stuck at level-2 for a long time. He did not dare to advance because he did not have enough experience.
Originally, he had planned to accumulate more time to complete the construction of his spiritual model and learn all the Level-1 and Level-2 cantrips before becoming a Level-3 Apprentice. Who would have thought that he would be able to advance so quickly? And he did it while he was sleeping?
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