Angor flew above the dog and observed it carefully.
Just as he saw, the dog was lying in a pile of mush and moving its head from time to time as if it was chewing on its food.
But when he looked closer, he noticed that the dog's head was still moving, but the pile of mush on the ground did not decrease at all.
"It didn't eat?" Angor raised an eyebrow. If it wasn't eating, why was it hiding its head in the mush? It couldn't be some kind of special hobby, right?
Angor considered for a moment and decided to move closer.
As Angor approached, the dog slowly lifted its head and revealed its bloody face.
When the dog looked up, Angor finally realized why Toby kept telling him to look at the dog.
Because a strange aura was coming out of the rotten meat on the ground, pouring into the dalmatian's mouth.
Earlier, Hookdick's body was scattered all over the place due to the explosion. The Dalmatian dog was absorbing the strange aura around Hookdick's body.
The Dalmatian's current appearance was very frightening. It would make people unconsciously associate it with a demon that sucked people's essence.
However, after careful observation, Angor noticed something. The strange energy coming from the dog's mouth carried a familiar energy signature.
"That's …" Angor frowned and tried to recall where the energy came from.
Suddenly, Toby came to him. Surrounded by a gray aura, the bird chirped softly beside Angor.
Angor was surprised by Toby's words. He looked at the sequence of gravity around Toby and then at the strange aura that Spotted Spot was absorbing. Realization dawned on him. "Is this a sequence of laws?!"
"The dog is absorbing a sequence of law?"
According to Angor's observation, the "sequence of law" inside Hookdick's body was very thin. It contained the aura of a soul. Perhaps Hookdick had learned something about the law of the soul, but it did not form the source of a sequence of law.
Angor also remembered that Hookdick went to the "Soul Soil" for a while. That was where Hookdick learned the law of the soul. He didn't know much about Soul Soil, but according to what Ness said, Soul Soil should be a Sorcerer's Garden that belonged to the Soul Adepts.
The fact that Hookdick was able to comprehend the laws of the soul from the Sorcerer's Garden was impressive. Even though the knowledge was very thin and had yet to form a complete system.
So far, he had visited several Sorcerer's Gardens, but he never learned any law from them. In this regard, Hookdick had a complete victory over Angor.
Perhaps it was because of Hookdick's understanding of the law of the soul that he was able to retain his consciousness despite the threat of the parasites.
Unfortunately, no matter how talented he was, he still lost to Angor. Even the law he learned was … sucked away by the puppy?!
Angor suddenly realized that this was not the time to admire a dead man's talent.
What he needed to pay more attention to now was why this dog was able to absorb the nomological veins from the dead.
He once stayed inside the dog's body for a while, so he knew that there was a huge amount of Mystery energy inside it. He believed that the dog was either a Mystery spirit or a Mystery creature itself.
No matter what it was, didn't its current actions mean that its ability was to absorb Law Veins?
In that case, after it had absorbed these nomological veins that had lost their host and had no origin, what use would they be to it?
Angor pondered for a while but still couldn't come up with an answer. He didn't have the right to ask Fox, so he decided to put the question aside and focus on finding Nausica first. There were too many unsolved mysteries in this world, and he couldn't solve every single one of them.
With that in mind, he returned to the scene.
He told Toby to ignore the puppy's behavior and focus on finding Nausica.
Although Toby's lamp had been knocked over, the flames from the ancient buildings around them were even brighter than before, illuminating the entire mezzanine space.
Angor stood guard in front of the exit while Toby circled above them to search for Nausica's aura.
Time passed slowly, and another half an hour passed.
About 80% of the residents in the mezzanine had left, and Angor still didn't see Nausica.
Fifteen minutes later, everyone left the mezzanine, but Nausica was still nowhere to be seen.
Why were Shan and Shiliew here? Why was Nausica nowhere to be seen? Did Nausica not come to this mezzanine space at all?
He turned around and looked at Shan and Shiliew with a frown.
The two women were still floating behind him, supported by the sequence of gravity. Shan looked a little scared, while Shiliew was still snoring away.
Since his body was inside Sunders' Gravity Garden, he couldn't use his Nightmare Domain to remove the parasites inside them. Otherwise, he could ask them about Nausica's whereabouts.
He wanted to ask Fox and Froggy to help them, but he couldn't find any reason to convince them.
Maybe he didn't need to. He could just ask them and see how they would react.
With that in mind, Angor looked at Fox and Froggy.
"Have you chosen your servants, Lady Shava?" Fox flew to him while wagging her tail.
"Praise the Queen. Croak, croak. There is no moonlight to soothe my throat, but there is a ray of moonlight brewing in my heart. I wish to sing it to Lady Shava."
Why does it sound like romantic words? Angor's lips twitched. "You don't have to worry about music. It's an elegant piece of art. Now that we're on fire, I don't think it's appropriate for you two to play here. "
Faelog said, "Even fire can't extinguish my passion for poetry. I'll dedicate my new epic of war to Her Excellency Shava."
Angor gulped. He wanted to find a chance to interrupt Froggy's speech, but he was rendered speechless by Froggy's long speech.
"Well … alright. Passion has its own beauty. Fire combined with a passionate chant. Just thinking about it makes me feel good. I'm looking forward to this performance, "Angor said in a dry voice.
Now that Angor agreed, Froggy became more enthusiastic. He took out a pile of wooden boxes out of nowhere and piled them together to form a simple stage. Then, he stepped onto it first.
"A simple stage, but my passion will never diminish. Croak!" Froggy took a deep breath and puffed up his chest like a woman's. It seemed he was preparing his next poem.
Fox jumped to Froggy's side and sat down on a wooden stool. She began to play her harp.
Fox's current image and actions were very stylish. His big red tail swayed here and there, and there was even a hint of bewitchment in his actions. As long as Faelog didn't open his mouth, Fox's music would always be beautiful. However, as soon as Faelog started singing, Fox would change the flow of her music according to Faelog's voice, turning it into a strange melody.
That was what was happening right now.
Froggy began to sing an epic poem that he thought was passionate. However, Angor found it rather petty and illogical. One second, it was a beautiful painting of "moonlight", and the next, it became a battlefield of "dead bodies".
It would be a masterpiece if there was a strong contrast and tension in the story. However, Faelog had completely combined his own beautiful images together to create a nondescript poem, and he even called it an epic. What a joke.
What was even more unfortunate was that Fawkes' excellent piano playing was also affected by Froggy's weird singing. Sometimes, his voice was light, sometimes it was creepy, and sometimes it was sharp, like the sound of a woman scratching a flat drawing board with her fingernails.
Angor frowned as he enjoyed the view. He felt like he was being tortured.
After the song was over, a cracked smile finally appeared on his pale face. He squeezed out a comment from between his teeth, "That's a nice aria."
As for the charm … well, imagine for yourselves. He couldn't think of anything else to say.
When Froggy was about to sing the second poem, Angor sighed in his mind. He was the one who said he wanted to hear it, and now he had to listen to it even if he had to kneel down.
But at this moment, a golden thread appeared out of nowhere.
It stabbed horizontally in the middle of them, piercing a wooden box into pieces.
"It's Yorkshire's Void Puppet String," Fox muttered as she put down her harp.
Faelog, on the other hand, exclaimed, "This annoying guy, is he trying to ruin my performance?! Moonlight will hate it! I swear! "
Angor raised an eyebrow. The golden string looked exactly the same as the one on the puppet woman he saw outside the teleportation hall.
Fox's tone suggested that Yorkshire was the one who stopped them.
Angor remembered that Yorkshire was arguing with his professor, and Fox also told him that. Why did the string suddenly appear here?
Before he could figure out what was going on, the golden thread suddenly twitched and released a strange ripple.
Fox closed her eyes and stood up in the next second. "Yorkshire is calling for us. It seems to be in a passive situation."
Froggy curled his lips. "I'm not going. You go if you want."
Fox was not surprised by Faelog's decision. She wagged her tail and said, "I'll go check it out."
With that, Fox apologized to Angor and quickly left the interlayer space, disappearing into the darkness. 19689
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