Angor knew that Irisa and Thewis were siblings, so he wasn't surprised to see Thewis holding the Crimson Crown, which he crafted himself.
But he still couldn't help but feel annoyed whenever he thought about Irisa's expression. It was a piece of dark history that made him want to vomit blood.
Thewis continued, "As expected, Eliza didn't lie to me."
Eureka walked up to Lucien and looked at the crown carefully. "Is this the fake you were talking about?"
Thewis nodded.
"From the looks of it, it is indeed very similar to the real thing." Since Eureka had the real thing, she had the right to comment on it. "But is the magic array on it really the same as the one on the crown?"
"You'll have to ask him." Thewis pointed at Angor.
Angor considered for a moment. "If the drawing Mister Ghost gave me is real, then the magic array on it is Bloodline Retrace."
"Let's compare it with the real thing." Thewis gestured at Eureka to show her the real Crimson Crown.
Without hesitation, Eureka took out the crown and handed it to Angor.
Angor did not take it. He looked hesitant. He knew that Eureka might have the Crimson Crown, but he never mentioned it to her, let alone asked her about it. A long time ago, both Sunders and Greya warned him not to get involved in this matter.
He didn't want to get involved, so he didn't really want to take the crown when Eureka offered it to him.
"What is it?" Thewis raised an eyebrow.
"Mister Thewis, may I ask why you brought me here?" "When I gave Mister Ghost the fake Crimson Crown, I made it clear that I won't be responsible for anything that happens after I give it to you."
Thewis gave Angor a thoughtful look. "I know what you're worried about. I didn't mean to drag you into this mess. I just want to ask you a question."
"What is it?"
Thewis took the Crimson Crown from Eureka's hands. It was a beautiful crown that shone with a mysterious light. Even Thewis, who had seen the crown countless times, couldn't help but fall into a daze.
Thewis struggled to look away from the crown. "Before that, I need you to tell me if the magic array on the crown is Bloodline Retrace."
He glanced at the crown again. Even though he had already made a copy of it before, he had to admit that this one was much more eye-catching than the fake one.
"Yes, it's a magic array with Blood Retrace," Angor confirmed after a quick glance.
"So it's Bloodline Retrace?" Thewis pondered for a moment before asking, "Now that we know there's a Bloodline Recall Magic Array on the Crimson Crown, can we directly erase the blood connection?"
Bloodline Retrace was a magic array that allowed the user to connect the blood to an object, no matter where it was. Bloodline Retrace was the reason why Goman King was able to locate Eureka's location every time.
This was why Thewis came to Angor this time to see if he could erase the "blood connection" on the magic array.
"Can't I?" Thewis was a little disappointed when he saw Angor's silence.
"Mister Thewis, have you heard of the Fathom Lord?" Thewis shook his head.
Thewis nodded. "Of course. He's a great demon god from the Abyss Plane. Why do you ask? "
"Since you've heard of the Abyss Lord, you must know something about the Bloodsoul Sacrifice spell he created, right?"
Bloodsoul Sacrifice was a spell that allowed the user to combine their blood with the sacrificial object. From then on, the sacrificial object could be controlled at will, which greatly increased the effectiveness of the spell. It could also be considered an advanced version of "Contract Rune".
"Yes." Thewis naturally knew about Bloodsoul Sacrifice, and he also knew about its drawbacks. Anyone who used Bloodsoul Sacrifice would basically be listed in front of the Deep Abyss Lord. The Abyss Lord wouldn't care about you when you were still weak. But once you grew stronger, you would have to be careful.
"Bloodline Retrace is also a part of Bloodsoul Sacrifice." Angor considered for a moment before continuing, "In other words, once Bloodsoul Retrace is engraved on an object, it's bound to the object. Unless the user dies, there's no way to erase the connection."
Thewis frowned. If what Angor said was true, this wasn't going to work.
But there was a way.
Thewis suddenly thought of something.
Previously, he and his sister Eliza had speculated that if it really was Bloodline Retracing, with Goman King's personality, it was impossible for him to connect his heart's blood to it. Losing his blood would be a huge blow to Goman King, and it would be an irreparable regret.
Bloodline Retrace was a magic array that only a handful of people knew about, which was why it required blood to create.
Since it wasn't Goman King's blood, all they needed to do was to find the owner of the blood and kill him or her.
"If we kill the owner of the blood, can we make the Bloodsoul Retrace its owner?" Thewis quickly asked.
"If we kill the owner of the blood, the Bloodsoul Retrace will self-destruct," Angor explained. "It's a powerful self-destruction. But the Bloodsoul Retrace is a Mystery item, so it's hard to say if it'll be destroyed."
Thewis was a little disappointed. He didn't expect Bloodsoul Retrace to be so powerful.
"Actually, we don't need to kill the owner of the blood. We just need to find him, take him away, and turn him into a living puppet."
Thewis' eyes lit up. "Can we use Bloodsoul Retrace to find the owner of the blood?"
…
Angor left the living room with a gloomy look.
Thewis claimed that he wouldn't let Angor get involved in this mess. However, the truth was that he was already in the middle of a quagmire when he asked about Bloodsoul Retrace. It was just a matter of how deep he was involved.
Fortunately, he wasn't too deep into this mess. As long as he didn't get involved, he still had a chance to escape.
He planned to check on Jon in the icehouse, but too many bad things happened today, and he couldn't help but feel a bit annoyed. He didn't want to talk to Jon like this.
He thought for a moment and decided to go back to his room.
He cast Dream Enkindle on himself and arrived at the dream wasteland.
As soon as he entered the dream wasteland, he heard some loud noises. He looked up and saw himself standing in front of a small square in front of the Treehouse Bar.
Not far from him, Daruk, who was dragged into the dream wasteland by Angor earlier this afternoon, was being dragged into a game called "Scarecrow and Black Crow" by a group of kids.
He also saw Alda, who looked like a tiger among the children.
Meanwhile, Sunny was sitting on the roof of the Treehouse Bar, looking down at the kids playing the game with a disdainful look.
There were a few other people around the square. Most of them were chatting while looking left and right. They were filled with curiosity about the surrounding environment and buildings.
A young man with a bright smile was the first to notice Angor's arrival. He was sitting on the balcony of a clock tower. "You're new here too, right?"
"New?"
The young man pointed at Daruk, who was disguised as a "scarecrow". "See? That dumb scarecrow just came in. I told him to ignore those naughty kids, but he wouldn't listen. See? He's being used as a prop. "
The young man continued to speak as if he was an experienced person. After nagging for a long time, he finally remembered that he did not introduce himself. "My name is Rabu. Among the naughty kids playing the game over there, the one wearing a red tie is my younger brother, Rado. Both of us were infected by a strange plague. We thought we were going to die, but the kind Mister Teesen brought us to a new world. "
A new world? Angor rubbed his chin. The dream wasteland was indeed a new world for these kids.
"What about you? What's wrong with you? "Rab asked curiously.
He didn't answer. Instead, he looked to the side and saw Freud running toward him. Everyone who saw him bowed to him politely.
Even Rab jumped down from the balcony and bowed to Freud.
Freud waved a hand and dismissed the onlookers. "You're here, sir."
Sir? Rabu raised his head in confusion, only to see the young man from before walking further and further away from the kindest Young Master Dickson in his eyes.
"Who … is he? Why did Mister Teesen call him that? "Rab muttered to himself.
"Hmph. I heard you calling him a newbie. What's wrong with you?" At some point in time, Sunny had appeared beside Rabu. She swung her small and fair feet as she spoke to Rabu in a mocking tone.
Rabu didn't care at all. After all, from his point of view, Sunny was just a child. As an "adult," he wouldn't argue with a child.
"What? You know who he is?" Rab asked curiously.
Sunny pouted. "You keep talking about a new world, a new world. In your words, he's the real master of this new world. "
Sunny liked to tease Angor, but she also knew that without Angor's help, she would become an undead, and Freud would never return home. Whenever Angor wasn't around, Sunny would try to put in a good word for him.
When Rabu heard Sunny's words, he muttered in a daze, "The owner of the new world …"
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