Erwin's house was located in the upper district of Luna City. Most of the residents in this area were either rich merchants or elites from various fields.
Erwin's house was located on the top floor of a four-story building, which overlooked the busy Marcel Street.
At the entrance of the street, there was a statue of a man with wings. When carriages entered the street, the coachmen would take off their hats and bow to the statue.
"That's Marcel. Rumor has it that he's an emissary from the Divine Realm who came to Luluo and turned this desolate tribe into a prosperous nation," Tulu said as he walked out of the room with a cup of hot water in his hand.
Angor was standing on the balcony of Erwin's house and looking around the mortal city.
"So you don't believe that Marcel is the messenger of the Divine Realm, do you?" Angor took a sip.
Tulu pursed his lips. "Who's going to believe that? Mister Erwin, those coachmen and passersby might take off their hats when they pass by the statue. It's just a formality. "
"Oh?" Angor put down the cup and looked at Tulu curiously.
"The royal family of Aureum always believes in Marcel. Nobles like to follow the trend and mention Marcel's name when they talk. They even built statues of Marcel everywhere as if to prove that they're on the same side as the leaders of Aureum. Since this trend is popular among the nobles, merchants who want to join the upper class, as well as mortals who admire Marcel, do the same. " Tulu rolled his eyes. "Most of them don't believe in Marcel. In fact, I think even the royal family doesn't believe in Marcel."
"I don't know if other people believe it, but I think the royal family of Aureum will."
"Why do you say that, mister?" Tulu frowned.
"That statue has traces of a transcendent being. I guess some big shot wanted to collect faith for research? If the royal family is willing to do this for someone important, they must believe in him. " Angor looked at the statue again. The traces of supernatural energy were faint, but anyone with a little bit of training would be able to tell.
"You can collect faith?" Tulu was surprised.
"Of course. Demons from Abyss love to collect faith."
During the past few months, Angor and Tulu learned a lot about the wizarding world, including the bigger picture. He also briefly mentioned the other planes. As a high-energy world, the Abyss had always been inextricably linked to the Sorcerer World, so he emphasized on it.
Tulu wasn't a stranger to Abyss Plane.
"Sir, you mean that Marcel is actually related to the Demon God, and he is the Demon God's messenger?"
"Not necessarily." Angor said, "Marcel's Abyss Plane. But from the looks of it, this statue has been here for a few hundred years. Nothing bad has happened in Yothur over the years. It must have been left behind by a wizard who collected beliefs for research. "
He didn't really care about the statue. Even if a demon god was collecting faith, it had nothing to do with him. Even the Floating Mech City was infiltrated by the belief of a demon god, which even went as far as to call itself "Abstruse Alchemy Guild". It was only natural that the belief of a demon god would appear in the mortal world.
Erwin's house was huge. There were more than ten rooms on the fourth floor, and they were all his. Tulu was the only one who stayed with him.
Angor's room was small, but it had two balconies. The one on the left was facing the busy Marcel Street, while the one on the right was facing a park. Clearly, Erwin gave Angor the room with the best view.
However, Angor didn't want to waste his time looking at the scenery.
He only stood on the balcony because Marcel's statue attracted his attention.
After that, Angor went back to his "Blank Poem" without paying any attention to the outside world.
Erwin said he was going to report to Angor about Roman, but he didn't come back until the afternoon of the second day.
The first thing Erwin did was to look for Angor.
"Sir, I've given the recording crystal ball to the inspector. He said he wants to see you."
"See me?" Angor wanted to refuse. But considering that Erwin might not be able to tell him the truth, and that the White Clam Shipping did help him cross Devil's Water and reach Ferran Land safely, Angor nodded.
"Alright." Angor nodded.
Erwin quickly arranged a carriage and went to the branch office of the White Clam Shipping Company in Yothur City.
On the way, Erwin spoke in a small voice, "Sir, the thing you asked me to look into is a long time ago. It'll take some time before I can confirm it."
"As long as you can find it. It's fine if you can't." Angor nodded.
It was already dark when they arrived at the branch office of the White Clam Shipping Company. The evening glow gave the white building a reddish hue.
Angor met with the inspector of the White Clam Shipping Company in a guest room.
It wasn't the man Angor saw at the harbor yesterday. Instead, it was a bald man named Bismarck.
"Nice to meet you, Mister Padt."
After exchanging some pleasantries with Bismarck, Bismarck got to the point.
"I've heard that you're a powerful illusionist, sir. I can't tell if the images recorded in the crystal are your illusions, so I need your cooperation." Bismarck went straight to the point. However, although he maintained a certain level of respect in his tone, there was a hint of aggression in his words.
Angor remained calm. "Cooperate with the investigation? How, Mister Bismarck? "
"The company has sent someone to take charge of the company. They hope that you can stay in Yothur City for a while, Mister Padt." Bismarck's eyes were filled with respect.
Both Bismarck and Angor were level-3 apprentices. Since their levels were similar, Bismarck and Angor only talked to each other on the surface. However, Bismarck's tone was full of respect when he talked about the person in charge. Judging from this, Angor assumed that the person in charge was a wizard.
"How long do you want me to stay, Mister Bismarck? One day, two days, or a month, or two months? "Angor looked up at Bismarck and locked eyes with him.
"The person in charge has just arrived. But I'm sure it's shorter than when you crossed the Devil's Water. About three months," Bismarck replied with a blank expression as if he didn't notice the coldness in Angor's tone.
"Three months is still too long. I have my own mission, and I can't stay at Ferran for too long. "
"Please don't make things difficult for me." Bismarck's tone suddenly turned sharp. "Or maybe you're hiding something, and everything in the crystal ball is just an illusion you created?"
Angor chuckled. "Are you really that stupid? Or are you just playing dumb?"
"Can't you find someone to check whether the crystal ball is real or not?" Angor was already releasing energy ripples from his body. "You don't know how to check things, but do you think the people in Floating Mech City don't?"
"You think I'm lying? Can't you come up with a better excuse? "
Bismarck's expression darkened. "You're right, Mister Padt. You can check the crystal ball with an illusion spell, but I don't know how to do that. How about you wait until the person in charge comes and ask him to check it himself?"
"Of course I won't lie to you," Angor said, "but I'm sure you already know that. But you still want me to stay. So, I'd like to know why you're forcing me to stay. "
Bismarck didn't say anything.
Angor chuckled. "I don't want to know why you're here. But since you don't want to tell me, I won't keep up the act. You know what I'm talking about. I'll take my leave now. "
With that, Angor stood up and prepared to leave.
Seeing Angor leaving, Bismarck's expression slowly turned cold. His eyes flickered, and he suddenly reached out his hands. Two shining golden chains rushed at Angor and tried to restrain him.
Angor had already concealed his energy barrier. He quickly created an ice wall to block the chains. Then, he walked to the other side of the wall and released illusion nodes from his fingers.
Bismarck was also a level-3 apprentice, but he couldn't compare to Roman. Roman spent many years at Devil's Water. Even though he used to be an academician, he gradually became more of a practical fighter.
Bismarck, on the other hand, was completely academic. He was trapped in the fog without any hindrance.
"I didn't want to kill you, for the sake of Floating Mech City. But since you attacked me first, I have a good reason to kill you. "
Angor didn't attack right away. He only sent Toby inside the mist to harass Bismarck. However, Bismarck clearly heard the murderous intent in Angor's words.
He didn't kill Bismarck because he wanted to know why Bismarck wanted to keep him here.
As for the crystal ball, Bismarck made it up in embarrassment. Of course, Angor wouldn't believe it.
While Toby left bloody wounds on Bismarck's body, Angor slowly used his nightmare illusions to pry open Bismarck's mouth.
Bismarck didn't say a word. His face was pale, but his lips were tightly clenched.
When Angor used Nightmare Fear, Bismarck suddenly saw something and curled up into a ball. Angor used this chance to interrogate Bismarck.
However, Bismarck was already scared out of his wits. His words did not make any sense, and Angor's questions were also ambiguous.
But at least Angor knew that Bismarck didn't want to keep him here because of the Rat Ants.
As for the reason … Bismarck didn't explain it clearly, but he kept mentioning two things: Roman and Leviathan.
Angor guessed that Bismarck had something to do with Leviathan.
As for why Roman was mentioned, Angor guessed that Roman had something to hide. But Roman was already dead, and whatever he knew was buried in Devil's Water. Angor couldn't find out.
Angor didn't bother to ask any more questions. He simply threw an attack at Bismarck's forehead.
Although there might have been some misunderstanding, it was a fact that Bismarck had taken the initiative to attack him. There was enough reason to kill him.
Before the attack could reach Bismarck's forehead, Angor sensed a powerful aura coming from Bismarck's body.
Angor stopped on his way out. He turned around and looked at the old man with a puzzled expression.
"Who dares attack my student?!" A furious roar was accompanied by a phantom that appeared in front of Bismarck. That powerful aura was on the surface, and this person's strength was definitely at the Magus level!
Holy shit! An ordinary apprentice with a wizard's spirit signature?! Angor cursed in his mind. Was Bismarck really that important to his teacher? Even Sunders did not leave a spirit imprint on Angor's soul.
Damn it. It was only a spirit signature, but it could reach Bismarck's body.
Even if he let Bismarck go now, Bismarck would have already seen him.
This kind of endless cycle of beating up the young one and then the old one comes is too old, isn't it?!
Angor complained in his mind, but he had no choice now. It was time to make a decision. Should he kill Bismarck?
The phantom suddenly lowered its voice and spoke in a low voice, "Let's see what you're doing.
"Huh? That's a familiar illusion."
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