Angor stood at the gate of Padt Manor.
Before he entered, he could already see the fragrance of a flower peeking out of the wall. The familiar scent stirred up his long-forgotten memories.
Before he could stop reminiscing about the past, he sensed something strange about the atmosphere. Something seemed to be staring at him. He raised his head and saw a pair of eyes hidden among the lush foliage.
Angor humphed. A gust of wind stirred up the branches and made them flutter.
A fat owl flapped its wings, which were not very wide, and flew into the manor.
"If I'm not mistaken, that owl is wearing a monocle?" Angor frowned. If that was the case, it meant something he did not want to see was about to happen.
Even if it was a monster, an owl would not wear a monocle that was obviously made from alchemy.
A stand-in scout? An alchemy pet?
Which meant there was an unknown supernatural in the manor?
Angor's heart skipped a beat. If there really was a supernatural in the manor, would that person notice something wrong with Jon? If that was the case … Angor had to prepare for the worst.
"I'd like to see who's changing the rules of the manor." Angor walked to the door without hesitation.
He saw a wheat field behind the door.
There were still people working in the fields. The servants looked up when they saw Angor walking in through the door. He was quite relaxed at first, but when he saw a stranger, he became anxious and quickly waved his hand to ask the stranger to leave.
"What's George doing? Why did he let a stranger in?" The servant looked at the tree in front of the door and did not see the owl. Relieved, he quickly put down his tools and ran to Angor.
"Don't go any further, young man. Get out of here while the watcher is not here. "
"You don't know me?" Angor stared at the servant. He had never seen this person before.
The servant tried to push Angor away, but Angor dodged. "Who's this watcher you're talking about? That owl? "
"You saw the watcher?" The servant's expression froze, and then he revealed a look of horror. "Then it's hopeless. Sigh … You, you, what the hell is George doing!"
The servant gave Angor a regretful look. He sighed and walked toward the wheat field without pushing Angor away.
"Where is Viscount Padt?" Angor asked.
"You know Lord Viscount? Alas, it's no use even if you know the viscount … He can't save you. This is the rule, the rule cannot be broken. "The servant muttered to himself, unwilling to say more.
Angor didn't want to waste any more time on the servant, so he quickly stepped into the room. But before he could take two steps, a bird cry suddenly rang out.
He looked up and saw the owl fluttering in the air.
"You're a stand-in?" Angor looked at the owl's bright eyes and realized that it was not an alchemy familiar. If it wasn't a substitute scout, then it was a magic pet.
The owl didn't answer. Its brown feathers puffed up, and its green pupils shrank. A fireball went through its unique monocle and appeared in the air, heading straight for Angor.
An invisible hand slapped at the fireball and extinguished it before it could reach him.
"Using elemental attacks in the Old Earth? You're pretty confident, aren't you?" Angor's Hand of Spell reached toward the sky.
The owl seemed to have sensed the energy fluctuation. It suddenly increased its altitude, wanting to fly into the sky.
But before it could, it felt something pressing above its head. It looked up and saw an inconspicuous grey-feathered bird looking at it with a mocking smile with its dark red eyes.
Before the owl could react, the Hand of Spell grabbed it and dragged it down from the sky.
Angor looked at the owl quietly. "I know you can understand me. Tell me where you're from, and who's your master … or I'll kill you. "
The servant who was working in the wheat field heard the bird's cry and knew that the Watcher was back. He lowered his head and sighed. He didn't want to see the young man's miserable state. But after a while, he didn't hear any human screams. Instead, he heard the owl's cry again and again.
He looked up and saw the terrifying Watcher being held in the hand of a young outsider?!
Wait, I don't see a hand? The Monitor was caught out of thin air, unable to move at all!
The servant's heart skipped a beat. He knew he couldn't get involved here. So he carefully crouched down in the wheat field and peeked outside through the gaps.
"It's not saying anything? It keeps saying 'intruders must die'? "Angor looked at Toby, who was acting as a translator.
"Well, I guess I can't do anything about it." Angor cast a Nightmare Fear spell, grabbed the terrified owl, and walked into the manor.
He did want to kill the owl, and he did want to do so. But since he didn't know what was going on, he couldn't let the owl die just yet.
Angor walked through the wheat field and saw the main castle in the distance.
Apart from the strange atmosphere in the air, the surroundings were pretty much the same as when he left.
There was also a gate at the center of the residential area, and rows of fences were built around it. Angor stood outside the gate and looked inside. Servants were coming and going, and he recognized some of them.
For example, Auri was walking toward the tea garden. She used to be Angor's personal maid.
The tea garden was in the outer area. Auri was about to leave from another gate. When she carried her tea basket and walked along the fences, she suddenly saw someone standing outside the gate.
She looked around curiously. When she saw the tall young man, she was puzzled for a moment. Then she suddenly remembered something and pointed at Angor in excitement. She almost wanted to say the name, but she didn't want to say it out loud. She was afraid that Angor would disappear if she did.
She walked to the gate, opened it, and stood in front of Angor.
"Are you … Mister Angor?"
"Long time no see, Auri." "Tsk, tsk. Your face is still swollen." Angor grinned from ear to ear as if there were stars in his eyes.
The familiar language, the familiar tone, reminded Olga of the gentle young man from four years ago. She teared up. "Mister, I've told you so many times. My face is like an apple … not swollen!"
"It's all the same. You're just fat." Angor shrugged.
The conversation and Auri's excited voice attracted the attention of the servants. When they recognized Angor, they all looked excited.
They all gathered around Angor.
Angor suddenly looked behind them. Everyone looked back and saw the chubby Head Maid Mana stumbling toward them. The servants quickly made way for her. Just like Auri, Head Maid Mana also covered her mouth and walked to Angor in excitement.
Before Mana could say anything, she saw an owl being grabbed by a small gray bird in the sky. It was an owl that seemed to be in a daze. She quickly pulled a maid aside and whispered, "Go tell the viscount to come here. Tell him Mister Angor is back."
The maid nodded and quickly ran toward the main castle.
Head Maid Mana slowly approached Angor. "Mister Angor —"
Before he could finish his words, he shoved Head Maid Mana away. Before Mana could react, she heard a gust of wind blowing past her ears, followed by the screams of the servants around her.
When she was helped up by Olga, she found that there was a hole not far from her feet. If she had stayed in the same place just now, wouldn't she … Head Maid Mana was scared when she thought of that scene.
"Head Maid Mana, I think Mister Angor is fighting with … with the watcher?" Auri's trembling voice reached Mana's ears.
She quickly looked up and saw Angor fighting with the watcher.
The owl, which was affected by Angor's Nightmare Fear, was no longer in a daze. Instead, its eyes were sharp and fierce. The feathers on his body turned golden, and every single one of them carried a powerful killing power.
Angor dodged several times in a row and dodged the first wave of attacks.
When he looked up, he saw countless golden feathers floating around the owl's body and aiming at him.
He didn't try to dodge at all. The golden feathers rained down on his body like rain. However, when all the feathers touched the ground, the owl realized that it was only attacking an illusion.
"You're not the owl. Who are you?" A voice came from behind the owl.
It turned around in fear and saw Angor floating in the air with golden and black runes under his feet, quietly looking at it.
The owl spat out another flame, but it still went through.
This was another illusion!
Several times, the owl's attacks all hit the illusions, which drove it crazy.
While the owl attacked madly, Angor went to stand beside Head Maid Mana.
"Mister Angor, what's wrong with the watcher?" Mana asked in confusion.
"Just a little trick," Angor answered casually. "Ah, Head Maid Mana, what's with this owl? How are my brother and my teacher? "
"Your brother is fine. I've sent someone to find him. But I don't know about your teacher … He's been staying with Viscount Padt ever since he was put into an ice coffin. " Mana paused. "As for the watcher … I don't know much about him. You can ask the viscount when he comes."
While they were talking, the owl in the sky suddenly quieted down.
At the same time, a cold voice came from the owl's beak. "Illusion?"
Angor looked up. The owl was still inside the illusion, but its eyes seemed to be able to see through the barrier of illusion nodes. "Who are you?"
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