According to Lochet, the flail was the work of a master craftsman. According to Lochet, the flail would be their next weapon to be strengthened.
Angor only glanced at the flail briefly before he focused on the stalactite at the tip of the weapon.
The stalactite looked similar to the other stalactites in the underground palace. It looked like an upside-down mountain with a pure white color.
He didn't find anything special about the creature's appearance. Also, he didn't sense any energy fluctuation from it. After observing the stalactite for a while and failing to find anything useful, Angor flew into the air to get a closer look.
Whether it was the perception of his spiritual tentacles or the close inspection of his naked eyes, he didn't see anything. He even touched the stalactite with his hand. It felt like ordinary stone.
"Are you sure the stalactite liquid is here?" Angor looked at Lochet in confusion.
Lochet nodded. "Mister Wizard, I witnessed the transformation of Tavier's' Murathil's Fury 'ten years ago."
Lochet began to describe what happened in detail.
Back then, the knight's sword was just an ordinary knight's sword. It didn't have a silly name, but its appearance was already a masterpiece. According to the records left by King Tavier, Lochet spent half a month in the underground palace and finally witnessed the transformation of the knight's sword.
That night, without any warning, Lochet felt a scorching wind coming from the stalactite. He looked up and found that at the top of the usually dry stalactite, there was a drop of liquid that emitted a fiery red light.
The liquid emitted a strong burning sensation, and Luce immediately guessed that it was a drop of fire elemental treasure liquid.
He began to think of a name for the combination of the liquid and the knight's sword. By the time he came up with the name "Murathil's Fury", the liquid had already dripped onto the knight's sword. The sword glowed red for several seconds before it slowly returned to normal.
Angor rubbed his temples after listening to Lochet's explanation. Lochet didn't seem to grasp the key points. He only talked about how he came up with the name, from "Fire Dragon" to "Flaming Heart Pupil" … and how he came up with the final name.
Lochet's description was a bit off, but Angor was sure that Lochet wasn't lying.
There must be something fishy about the stalactite.
However, Angor could not tell what exactly was going on. Even when he used Narda's Eye, he couldn't find anything strange.
He suddenly remembered Lochet's description. The elemental liquid suddenly appeared at the top of the stalactite.
Such an abrupt appearance would require some sort of channel, right?
Thinking of this, he decided to look at the structure at the top of the stalactite. When he looked at the top, he discovered something strange. At the top of the stalactite, there was an extremely small hole. It was smaller than an ant hole and was comparable to the tip of a needle.
There were too many holes in the stalactite, so he didn't notice it before. However, this particular hole happened to be at the top of the stalactite.
Could this be the conduit for that drop of elemental polymerization liquid?
With that in mind, he narrowed his spirit feelers and reached into the hole. As the hole grew deeper, his spirit feelers began to extend as well.
The hole was very long and winding. In the end, the hole extended out of the stalactite and even out of the treasure trove …
Angor's heart raced as his spirit feelers reached deeper into the hole. He had a feeling that the secret of the Stalactite Lotion was hidden at the end of the hole.
No wonder he couldn't find anything strange about the stalactite. The source of the liquid wasn't there at all!
Angor began to think about it.
Was the end of the hole a manifestation of elemental polymerization? Or was it the mysterious object that he had previously guessed? Or could it be that there were other magical treasures?
But when his spirit feelers reached the end of the hole, he realized that he was wrong.
There was neither treasure nor any trace of elemental energy. Instead, it was …
A door!
Or rather, a door drawn on a piece of paper!
It wasn't a real door, but a thin piece of paper with an exquisite door drawn on it. There were all kinds of wonderful creatures drawn on the door, such as fairies with wings, rats with lightning flashing, turtles with fish tails … However, these creatures all had one thing in common, and that was that they all appeared to be elemental.
The artist drew the elemental creatures with a delicate brush.
Angor didn't expect to see a drawn door at the end of the hole.
What was behind the door? Angor tried to reach his spirit feelers toward the door.
However, as soon as his spirit feelers reached the door, the eyes of the elemental creatures in the drawing suddenly moved. A tiny electric sparks came from the little rat in the drawing. At the same time, a fire-breathing dragon created circles of fire around the door. Ice arrows, electric sparks, fire … all kinds of elemental attacks were directed at Angor's spirit feelers.
Angor felt a sharp pain. His vision went dark, and he fell from the sky.
Fortunately, Toby saw that the situation was not good and formed the sequence of gravity to support him. Otherwise, if he fell straight down, although it wasn't high, he would definitely lose face.
Angor's vision went dark for a while before he managed to stand up with a pale face.
The elemental creatures in the drawing weren't that strong. Angor's spirit feelers were too weak to resist the elemental attacks.
There weren't many powerful spirit feelers in the wizarding world, and Angor was already above average.
"What's wrong, sir?" Lochet and Tavier exchanged a look.
Angor waved a hand. "I didn't rest for days, so I overused my spirit feelers. Just now, I got tired."
Lochet nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
Angor rested for a while and decided to use his spirit feelers again.
This time, he carefully wandered around the door. As long as he didn't use his spirit feelers, he would be fine. However, the elemental creatures in the drawing would immediately come out and cause trouble.
Angor tried many times but to no avail. He had to give up for now.
He walked out of the treasury and went to a corner of the underground palace, where he quietly looked up. The door should be right above his head. He wondered if he should use external force to break it.
Slowly, he moved his spirit feelers upward. Instead of going through the hole, he planned to reach the door directly.
However, when his psychic power came into contact with the stone wall above his head, a bad feeling suddenly came from the tip of his psychic power tentacles. Angor trembled. The spirit feelers that touched the wall above his head were instantly melted away.
Last time, his spirit feelers were only slightly damaged. This time, they were completely damaged. Angor felt as if his soul was being torn apart. The pain forced him to kneel and curl up.
Four hours later, Angor finally felt better.
But his face was even paler than before.
He now had a rough idea that if he wanted to open the door, it seemed that he could only go through that hole. The other paths all had problems. He couldn't figure out why. He only believed that someone powerful must have set up a barrier.
As for using external force to break the door, he didn't dare to do it anymore.
But if he wanted to go through that hole, his psychic tentacles obviously wouldn't be able to withstand the attacks of the elemental creatures. If he couldn't get past that, he definitely wouldn't be able to open the door.
Unless … he could shrink his body and go inside.
With his body, he could easily ignore the elemental creatures. But if he wanted to shrink his body, the only way he knew was to cast Polymorph.
Polymorph was also known as the most difficult cantrip. It was even harder than most spells.
Angor sighed. It seemed that he couldn't enter the door for now.
What was behind the door? Why was there a door that had been drawn? Who had drawn the door? Angor was curious about these questions. He had a feeling that there must be a great secret behind the door.
Maybe the "Mystery of Disappearing Elements" could really be found behind the door.
After all, no one would believe that the Old Earth could produce elemental creatures. It was just a painting, but the fire and ice arrows were real.
Besides, the secret behind the door might also be related to the secret behind it.
He didn't want to give up so easily, so he asked Lochet about the stone stalactite.
The Shannon Royal Family had been here for countless generations. They must know something.
Lochet didn't want to offend Angor, so he told Angor about some of the stories passed down by his ancestors.
Lochet kept changing the topic. When he talked about how the first generation of Shannon discovered that elemental liquid dripped from the stalactite, he would talk about how a certain royal daughter was extremely beautiful, and she was still considered one of the four beauties of the Goldspink Empire.
Then he mentioned the name of a certain sword, which many people tried to come up with, and the name alone was enough to shock the world.
Furthermore, Lochet's favorite topic was the gossip of the royal family. He had never considered that it was the private matter of his ancestors. If his ancestors' souls were still alive, even the coffins would not be able to suppress their anger.
He really wanted to interrupt Lochet's story, but he was worried that he might lose some important information. So, he had no choice but to listen to the annoying gossip patiently.
The only thing Angor could think of was that the more glamorous things were, the dirtier they were.
Moreover, when Lochet talked about the secret history of love, that wretched "hehehe" smile never stopped. He didn't look like the ruler of a country at all. He looked like a greasy man who had peeked at a young woman taking a bath. Even if he was beaten up, he would still shout that it was worth it.
In the end, it was Princess Shannon who started to lose her composure. Whenever Lochet's topic of conversation took a turn for the worse, she would step on his feet with her iron boots with a smile on her face.
Finally, when Lochet was finished, Angor heard something from Lochet's mouth.
"Apart from you, sir, there was another strange person who came here before.
"He might also be a Transcendent."
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