That was the difference between their perspectives.
Considering Iron Granny's height, it was only natural for her to see and understand different things from Angor.
That was why Iron Granny's words enlightened him.
"I see your question is answered. But it won't be easy for you to get to Dumartin's place."
Angor only knew that Dumartin spent most of his time in The Tributary's laboratory. He didn't know which one it was. He planned to ask Iron Granny about it, but he didn't expect her to be so serious.
"What should I do then? Wait for them to send Balba to me? But by then, he'll have been injected with Bloodline and lost his mind. He'll be a dead man. "
Iron Granny continued, "If you see Dumartin, he'll be easy to talk to, considering you're an alchemist and Sunders. But his laboratory is full of traps. You won't be able to get in at your current level.
"The best way is to send him a message and ask him to pick you up. But he's been too obsessed with his experiments and rarely reads messages. "
Iron Granny considered for a moment. "How about this? I'm free anyway. I'll go with you."
If Iron Granny went with Angor, Dumartin wouldn't give Angor a hard time even if he didn't care about Sunders. He was a little embarrassed, but he did not know where to start to reject the offer.
"If you really feel bad, come and spend more time with me. You can ask Toby to come too. I haven't seen him for a long time, and I miss him. "Iron Granny sipped her tea with a smile.
Clearly, Iron Granny was doing him a favor by doing this.
Angor took out a Monument Loop from his bracelet and handed it to Iron Granny.
Angor created the Monument Loop for Toby to play with. However, Toby had been going crazy lately, and Angor didn't have time to give it to him.
So he gave it to Iron Granny.
"This is …" Iron Granny looked at the object in awe. The Monument Loop, especially the Mobius Strip inside, was full of wonder. It was as if this chain included many blind spots that could not be understood.
"This is called the Monument of Strange Ring. It's a little toy that I made. I hope Granny will like it."
"Is this for me?" Iron Granny played with it for a while. "Is this the alchemy illusion that everyone is talking about?"
"It's an alchemy illusion, but it's just for entertainment and to pass the time."
"Are you trying to say that I'm lonely in the Iron Fortress and need these things to kill time?" Iron Granny purposely pulled a long face.
Angor quickly waved his hands. "That's not what I meant. It's just … like a music box. Something to enrich your free time."
Iron Granny chuckled at Angor's eagerness. "Fine, I'll take it. I'm also very curious about what's so special about your alchemy illusion. "
Angor sighed in relief when he saw Iron Granny accepting the Monument Loop.
Iron Granny ordered the Iron Fortress to head to Dumartin's lab. The fortress began to move again and began to cross the mountains. Meanwhile, Iron Granny was asking about the Monument of Strange Ring inside her house.
For example, she knew that the Monument Loop had a recurring nature like a magic trick, and that the game inside was called Monument Valley. She also heard from Angor that Sunders seemed to like the game a lot.
Still, Iron Granny was more interested in the Monument of Strange Ring. She believed that if she kept studying it, she might be able to create a new spell.
Iron Granny didn't enter the illusion right away. In less than two minutes, the Iron Fortress crossed the mountains and stopped in front of a mountain shrouded in blood mist.
"Here we are. This is Dumartin's Anomaly Lab," Iron Granny explained as she led Angor down the stairs.
As soon as they stepped out of the sealed room, Angor immediately smelled the thick scent of blood in the air.
Even the trees on both sides of the path were dyed red by the mist. However, the trees did not wither. Instead, they grew taller. In the depths of the blood fog, there were a few buildings built around the mountain ridge.
"As you can see, Dumartin is the one who created the mist. That guy is a dissecting maniac. It's true that he likes to dissect skulls, but he doesn't actually dissect humans most of the time. Instead, he dissects beasts and otherworldly creatures. "Iron Granny paused for a moment." Because humans aren't worth his time. "
"That sounds like —"
Iron Granny chuckled. "That sounds like something a Karabit would do, right?"
Angor nodded.
"Karabits love to do biological research. But Dumartin isn't a Karabit. He's a purebred Karabit."
As she spoke, Iron Granny flicked a light dot into the blood mist.
Soon, the mist parted to reveal a path. At the same time, a clear voice came from inside. "Granny, this way, please. I'm in the middle of an experiment, so I didn't come out to greet you. "
Iron Granny nodded to Angor. "Let's go. The mist is dangerous. Make sure you don't touch it."
Iron Granny took the lead and walked to the center of the path. Angor quickly followed behind. As they entered, the blood mist slowly returned to normal.
The path wasn't long, but Angor could feel the chilling auras coming from the blood mist on both sides. He also heard some creatures panting while dripping saliva from their mouths.
When they reached the entrance of the lab, the mist returned to normal. The path they took earlier was gone, which also concealed the terrifying presence inside.
The door wasn't locked, so Iron Granny pushed it open and followed Angor inside.
Normally speaking, the center of the first floor of the lab should be the main hall. However, it was filled with all kinds of incubation pods, which were modified by Dumartin into a storage area for his experiments. In the center of the room, there was a round table and a row of tall stools without backs.
There was a cup of hot tea on the table. Clearly, it was prepared for Iron Granny.
"Let's wait here," Iron Granny said as she sat down on the stool.
Angor didn't move. His attention was attracted by one of the incubation pods. To be more precise, he was attracted by the person inside.
Angor slowly approached the pod.
Inside the transparent chamber, a naked man was lying in a pool of pale yellow liquid. His half-length hair was floating in the water, and his expression was as peaceful as death.
The man's muscles were well-built, but they were now covered with countless stitches. From the stitches that had never been removed, it was obvious that the man had been disemboweled not long ago.
"What? Is he the one you're looking for? "Iron Granny walked to Angor's side.
"Yes, that's Balba." Angor nodded as he looked at the man in the pod.
Iron Granny looked at him. There was a trace of energy in her eyes. A moment later, she sighed. "So you do have half the bloodline of a barbarian."
Iron Granny paused for a moment and smiled. "How can someone with such pure bloodline and pure soul be an otherworldly spy?"
"He's not a spy?"
"Of course not. Even if we sent spies, they would be pure-blooded humans. A mixed-blood with pure soul and bloodline is not suitable to be a spy, "Iron Granny said.
"Which means he's innocent."
Iron Granny remained silent for a moment. "His only crime is that he couldn't choose his birth. He can't go against the will of the world. It's not a serious crime, but it's enough to push him into the abyss of darkness. "
Angor sighed. He couldn't go against the will of the world.
The world's consciousness didn't have a mind of its own. It only followed one principle: it would support anything that was beneficial to the world, and reject anything that was harmful to the world. The Supreme Cult's methods might seem extreme, but they were actually beneficial to the world. Even if they wrongly killed ten thousand people, as long as they killed one person, it would be beneficial. As for other innocent lives, they were nothing in front of the cold and merciless world's consciousness.
Therefore, it didn't matter who was in the wrong. But if you chose a side, everyone was wrong. You might even be born into the wrong world.
Right and wrong always came down to different sides.
"Am I too late?" Angor looked at the countless stitches and muttered in a low voice.
"Not really," Iron Granny said. "He only received the bloodline of a parasite. As for his mind … "
Iron Granny looked at Balba's unscathed head. "He's still alive."
"But he has no future." Angor sighed. "But at least he's still alive."
While they were talking, a series of footsteps came from behind them.
Angor turned around and saw a tall figure slowly walking out of the dark hallway.
"Good evening, Granny." The newcomer bowed to Iron Granny with his hands on his chest.
With a clear voice and elegant movements, the person who came was like a butler of a noble's mansion. His every move was filled with a sense of strict order.
"You're here, Dumartin. I hope I didn't disturb you. "
It was Dumartin. Unlike what Angor expected, this young man looked gentle and polite. He also wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, which made him look like an ascetic.
But Angor soon realized that he was wrong.
Dumartin looked at Angor and gave him a cold smile. The corners of her mouth curled up into a cold smile. "Granny, is this the fertilizer you brought here for me to deal with?"
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