The black fire was spreading across the cracked ground, and the Weakening Field was eating away at every bit of his vitality. His plump skin began to wither, and his vision became blurry. The only thing he could see was a giant shadow roaring madly.
Purple flames filled with a strange power fell from the black figure's body.
One of the flames landed in front of him. A burning sensation spread all over his body.
Angor opened his eyes abruptly.
The moment he opened his eyes, he saw a fat face with an expression of shock and panic.
Before Angor could figure out what was going on, he felt a burning sensation all over his body. He suddenly turned over and rolled off the metal operating table, knocking a bunch of experimental tools to the ground.
He finally realized that he was lying on an operating table. There was a burning flame under the table, but it was slowly fading away. It was Brofen's finger that caused the fire to disappear.
Angor stood up and looked at Brofen cautiously.
He was lying on an operating table, and there was a fire under the table. The scattered lab tools all pointed to something.
Brofen's eyes darted around as he hummed a little tune, as if it had nothing to do with him. However, he did not dare to look at Angor in the eyes.
"What are you doing?" Angor stared at Brofen coldly.
Brofen finally looked at Angor and shrugged. "I didn't do anything."
"Then why am I here, hmm? The operating table? "
"I saw you sleeping, so I found a place for you to stretch your legs. Isn't the operating table a bit more spacious?" Brofen cleared his throat and spoke in a dry voice.
Angor looked at the fire under the table. Brofen had already put out the fire, but the heat still lingered.
Brofen did not wait for Angor's reply. "It's a bit cold on the table, so I heated it up a bit so you can sleep better."
"You think I'll believe you?"
"See for yourself if you don't believe me. Even your clothes are fine. I didn't do anything." Brofen continued to quibble, and his expression was full of self-righteousness.
He was telling the truth. When he was about to do something, Angor suddenly woke up.
His clothes were fine, and he did not feel anything wrong. Brofen was probably telling the truth. Of course, he couldn't rule out the possibility that she had already done something that he hadn't noticed.
No matter what, Brofen's actions were definitely not friendly.
Angor did not say anything. His mind raced as he tried to recall what had happened.
He remembered Brofen bringing him back to show off his alchemy creations. Angor tried to flatter Brofen as well, which made Brofen reveal a lot of useful information.
Why did he fall asleep?
When Brofen finished his introduction, he saw Brofen standing in front of the door of the mysterious cubicle again.
Before heading to the Moonfrost Pub, he saw a giant shadow inside a small room, as well as something that looked like an octopus tentacle.
Its size was several times larger than the giant-eyed Cthulhu Nyafort outside.
He thought Brofen was going to open the door and introduce the creature, but Brofen didn't. "It's an experimental specimen I'm working on. I'm not done yet, so I won't introduce it."
As the host, Angor did not mind at all. He wasn't that curious.
However, when Brofen was about to leave, something strange happened inside the room.
"Sh * t!" Brofen exclaimed. The next second, a strange melody came out of the door. Before Angor could react, he already felt his eyelids drooping.
Before he fell asleep, his last thought was, "It's the sound of a flute." Then, he fell into a deep slumber.
Next, he had a strange dream. In the dream, he was burned by fire, which woke him up.
When Brofen saw Angor waking up, he quickly explained, "I didn't do anything. It's all a misunderstanding. I woke up just a little earlier than you did."
Operating table, fire, experiment tools … Angor didn't believe it at all.
But what could he do about it? Brofen was a wizard. As an apprentice, Angor was naturally inferior to other wizards.
"Mister Brofen, I'll be on my way." Angor wanted to ask why he fell asleep, but he preferred to leave Brofen's lab as soon as possible.
Brofen hesitated. "Didn't you say you wanted to have an alchemy exchange?"
"Maybe next time."
Brofen sighed inwardly. He felt so wronged. He hadn't even started anything yet, yet he hadn't gotten anything out of it. Not only had he failed to gain anything out of it, but he had also failed to gain anything out of it.
"Um …" Brofen hesitated and tried to think of a way to persuade Angor to stay.
However, at this moment, a loud buzzing sound seemed to have passed through time and space and instantly reached their ears.
"Shit!" Brofen's brows furrowed, and his expression darkened. He turned around and ran back to the mysterious cubicle.
At the same time, the strange rhythm came from the mysterious room again. Then, the strange sound of a flute came from the room again.
Angor didn't dare to listen to it this time. He quickly turned around and ran for the door.
He was still inside Brofen's alchemy workshop, which meant he was completely in Brofen's territory. For his own safety, he had to get out of here as soon as possible.
Fortunately, Brofen didn't close the door of the workshop, and he didn't have time to care about Angor's whereabouts. Angor made it out safely.
As soon as he stepped out of the door, he felt a familiar dizziness.
The sound of the flute still affected him. He bit his tongue and tried to dispel his desire to sleep a little.
He kept running out of the lab.
When he was halfway there, the loud buzzing sound from before once again resounded through the sky. He didn't feel anything when he was in the workshop, but now that he was outside, he realized that the noise was so loud that even the deaf could hear it.
But to his surprise, as the sound entered his ears, the dizziness in his head was greatly reduced.
Next, he left the lab and ran along the path leading to the outside.
He kept hearing the buzzing noise along the way, and he slowly realized that it was the sound of a bell.
Also, the sound of the bell contained a majestic and holy aura. It was as if it represented the will of the world, which dispelled all negative evils.
The bell chimed 13 times in total. By the fifth chime, Angor's dizziness was gone.
When the bell stopped ringing, Angor was already on a platform halfway up the ice mountain.
He had planned to fly directly to the top of the iceberg, but when he stood on the mountainside and looked out, he found that the Frost Wings had stopped flying. Instead, it was hovering above an island.
Yes, an island.
They weren't on land at all. Instead, they were in a place surrounded by water.
The midday sun shone down on the surface of the water, reflecting the sunlight. The familiar salty sea breeze blew against his face.
"Where's this place?"
"The Baikal Sea," a woman's voice came from behind.
Angor turned around and saw Madelyne standing behind him.
"What are you doing here, Lady Madelyne?" Angor asked.
Madelyne didn't answer his question. "I sensed that you were running out of the iceberg in a hurry. What's wrong? What happened? "
Madelyne gave Angor a cold glare. Since she promised Mister Leon that she would protect Angor, it was only natural that she would pay more attention to Angor.
Angor explained what happened in the alchemy workshop to Madelyne.
Madelyne inspected Angor's body. "I don't think Brofen lied to you. There are no traces of external force on you. But from what you've said, Brofen might have wanted to kill you. "
Madelyne sneered. "I see. Bio-Alchemists are all lunatics."
Angor had a feeling that Madelyne wasn't talking about Brofen. Instead, she was talking about someone else.
"No matter what, you should stay away from Brofen," Madelyne said.
After what happened last time, Angor wasn't going to get himself killed again. Perhaps Brofen didn't want to hurt him at first, but sometimes, a wizard who only cared about personal benefits could change his mind so quickly that no one could tell what he was thinking.
Many people were drinking and chatting with each other one second, but they changed their minds in the next second.
Madelyne was no exception.
Angor and Madelyne didn't have much of a relationship. Maybe she would sell Angor to someone else when the benefits were far beyond her expectations.
With that in mind, Angor decided not to show off his new fame.
At this moment, many figures flashed across the sky. The wizards on the ice mountain all left Frost Wing.
"This is the region island of Baikal Sea," Madelyne explained. "It won't be long before we cross the border. We don't need to stay here anymore. Let's go. "
With that, Madelyne took the lead and flew away.
Angor followed her and landed on the beach of the region island.
As soon as he landed, he felt a pair of eyes studying him from head to toe, not missing a single inch of his body. However, this feeling of being stared at did not last for long. Soon, the other party's gaze moved away.
He looked around in confusion, trying to see who was looking at him.
"Don't bother. It's the Supreme Cult's Scrutinizing Eyes.
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