It was already midnight when they arrived at Saint Sem City.
Saint Sem City's style was completely the same as Freedom Coming Town's. Everywhere was filled with an artistic aura. People were singing songs on the Saint Hyne River that flowed through the city. Some were even singing poems to the starry sky and the tourists on both sides of the river.
Angor thought it was a shameful scene, but because of Saint Sem City's artistic style, it didn't feel so awkward at all.
All the citizens were enjoying the cultural atmosphere here, both physically and mentally. Even the merchants and peddlers were dressed with a strong artistic aura.
Angor and Freud, on the other hand, became an exception.
Freud's attire was a typical nobleman of Saint Sem City. Angor looked sloppy and unruly. If it weren't for his decent clothes and Freud's example, he would have been kicked out of the city by the guards already.
"Mister Padt, why did you change your face and look like that?" Freud asked out of curiosity. If Angor showed his real face, people would probably look at him with envy instead of disdain.
"Just to avoid some trouble," Angor said. "Also, I don't need to care about what other people think."
Freud didn't ask what kind of trouble Angor was referring to. He just followed Angor to the palace in silence.
Along the way, they could hear the singing of bards from time to time. Also, they could hear the melodious sounds of musical instruments coming from nearby taverns. Angor also saw paintings of stars, rivers, and beautiful women spread out on the riverside.
"Now I understand why Sorcerer-Apprentices would come to such a city of art and literature." Apart from being a wizard, Angor was actually quite interested in such an artistic life as well. It was just like how many Magi looked down on mortals, but they admired the masters of art among mortals. This was because art, to a certain extent, was universal regardless of class and class.
"Saint Sem City has a nickname, 'The Resplendent City of Culture'." Freud was also proud of his country. "I heard a rumor that the legendary Painter Wizard used to live in the Central Empire for a while."
"Oh?" Angor was intrigued. "You mean the wizard who can connect two-dimensional and three-dimensional worlds?"
Freud nodded. "Yes. But it's just a rumor."
"Rumors can't be groundless. There must be some truth to them, right?" Angor was curious. "Did the painter leave a painting here?"
If there really was a painting, Angor would be very curious about it.
"I don't know. Maybe. I heard the rumors about the Magic Painter from Neya when I was in the Tower of Hurricane. " Freud's eyes widened. "Neya was a princess from the Silverheron Royal Family. She joined the Tower of Hurricane and became the apprentice of an Atsuri witch.... Unfortunately, she couldn't become a wizard, and she had no choice but to return to the Central Empire before she ran out of blood. If I'm not mistaken, she's still a wizard Wizard.. "
Freud's words opened up Angor's mind.
Royal Royal Royal Family? He remembered when he first heard about the wizarding world and followed Mara to the Fey Continent on The Redbud. There was a very sissy noble on the ship. He was the third heir of the Silverheron Royal Family, Dove Silverheron.
However, Dove was killed by his former servant, Easley, on The Redbud. Easley was one of the first apprentices on The Redbud to become a wizard apprentice. His spiritual power was as high as 23 points, and he learned Luminous Distortion in a short time. He then killed Dove for revenge.
Madam Melinda, who was a level-3 wizard apprentice in the Tower of Hurricane, didn't blame Easley. She even promoted him. Dove's death was in vain.
As far as Angor knew, Dove wasn't a good man either. Easley had killed him to avenge his death.
"Do you know Easley?" Angor asked curiously.
"Easley? A genius apprentice who joined the Tower of Hurricane a few years ago. Mister Wizard likes him a lot. Do you know him too, Mister Padt? "Freud wondered.
"No. But we took the same ship to Fey Continent when we were mortals," Freud shook his head.
Freud shook his head bitterly. He knew that Easley had only joined the wizarding world three years ago, while Angor joined the wizarding world at the same time. Freud, an apprentice who had been training for almost twenty years, couldn't even defeat Angor in the Sea of Purification. It was such a tragedy.
Now, Angor was even stronger than before. Everyone on the same ship, including Madam Melinda, was no match for him.
Was this the difference between people? Freud thought to himself sadly.
"Is this Neya the one who stole the Dream Whelk from your home?" Angor asked.
"With Neya's status, if she were still alive, she would definitely be in charge of the Royal Magi Corps. Who knows, maybe she really did it." Freud frowned. "If she's still alive, she should be a level-3 wizard apprentice. Can you deal with her now, mister? Why don't we think of other ways … "
"No need." Angor didn't want to waste time. As long as there were no wizards around, Toby alone would be enough.
Freud nodded without saying anything else.
Angor didn't hide his tracks when he arrived at the palace. Instead, he flew into the spacious Silver Heron Palace.
He took out a glass vial from his bracelet, which contained a drop of diluted blood.
This was the blood from the blood formation that had trapped Sunny.
Using Narda's Vision, Angor confirmed that the blood belonged to a humanoid lifeform, most likely a tree-like creature. The blood contained a lot of strange information, as well as a powerful life force.
Souls weren't afraid of light, but they still couldn't resist powerful life forces. Not to mention, there was a lot of complicated information in this life force. If Sunny continued to stay in the blood array for a while, those complicated information would most likely cause her to fall.
Angor took out the blood because he wanted to use it to find the person who went to the orphanage.
The glass bottle was opened, and a strange energy spread out from the bottle.
Angor patted Toby, who was squatting on his shoulder. "Come on, Toby. Let's see who's the owner of this blood."
Toby rolled its eyes and kicked Angor's face with its claw.
Angor stumbled and touched his red cheek. He didn't care at all. He knew Toby couldn't smell the blood, but he had nothing better to do anyway. Angor decided to tease Toby to pass the time.
He wasn't going to look for anyone at all. As long as the owner of the blood was still in Silver Heron Palace, they would be able to sense it and find him. Angor could just capture him and interrogate him.
Time ticked away. Angor stayed in a small yard and found himself a chair to enjoy some Devilish Gravy Meat while waiting for the news.
Ten minutes later, he suddenly looked up at the empty yard. "Come on out. You're all so strong. How are you going to hide without hiding your auras?"
No one answered.
Angor sighed and tapped on the table with his finger. A sound ripple appeared out of nowhere and spread in all directions.
All the creatures within range of the ripples felt as if their ears were ringing.
By the time the ringing in his ears subsided, there were already dozens of armored knights in the small courtyard. One of them was wearing a golden armor, and he was looking at the glass vial beside Angor.
…
One hour ago.
After Angor left the orphanage, Jebra followed Angor's aura to the nearby area. Of course, Jebra sensed that Angor and another soul were heading toward Saint Sem City. However, he wasn't in a hurry to chase after them. Instead, he took his time to explore the orphanage where Angor stayed for a long time.
Jebra stood at the entrance of the orphanage and noticed that the place was covered in mist. It was obviously an illusion.
"Why would he set up an illusion here?" Jebra looked up at the gate of the orphanage and asked, "Dream Orphanage? What a strange name. "
Jebra considered for a moment and decided to enter the orphanage to check it out.
What was Angor doing here? When he left, why did another soul suddenly appear?
Jebra lifted his foot and prepared to enter a weak spot in the illusion.
But as soon as he lifted his foot, he heard a burst of strange sounds coming from the illusion. There were children's laughter, and there were also the noises of adults. He even seemed to hear the roars of magical beasts.
"I wonder what Angor did in there …" Jebra narrowed his eyes and entered the illusion.
Before Jebra could react, he heard a cold chuckle echoing in his ears. Also, it sounded like someone was whispering into his ear, and he could even feel the movement of air around him.
Jebra frowned and took several steps back. There was no one around him.
Before Jebra realized that he was overreacting, he heard another strange noise coming from a dark tree nearby.
He raised his head and saw a pale and horrifying green face with sharp fangs sticking close to his face in an instant. The distance between them was no more than a knuckle.
Since Jebra didn't use his spirit feelers to check, he was quite surprised to see Angor's face right next to his.
By the time he regained his senses, the green-faced fanged man had already disappeared.
At the same time, he sensed a gust of wind behind him.
Jebra pointed a finger at the man who ambushed him, turning him into a puddle of mist and disappearing from this world forever.
"An illusion?" Jebra raised an eyebrow. Moreover, this kind of illusion technique was very peculiar, almost confusing reality with reality. Did you learn it from Mister Phantom? "
Jebra didn't understand why Angor set up such an illusion. Was he planning to turn the orphanage into a haunted house?
Jebra thought for a moment and turned invisible. He flew into the air and observed the illusion carefully.
Meanwhile, Jebra saw something quite dramatic happening in the sky.
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