Something on my chest? Angor immediately thought of the Alien Eye.
No one had ever noticed the Alien Eye's peculiarity. Even Rein hadn't noticed it when he'd first met him. Could Balalaika have discovered the secret of the Alien Eye?
Balalaika continued, "It looks familiar. Is it from the Abyss Plane?"
The Alien Eye came from the Abyss Plane? Wasn't it from another universe? As he wondered, he noticed that everyone was looking at his chest. Or, to be more precise, the pocket on his chest.
A small head popped out of his chest pocket and looked around curiously.
"You mean Toby came from the Abyss Plane?"
Balalaika brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "So it's called Toby? I don't know if it's from the Abyss Plane. But I feel something familiar about its body. Is it the descendant of an old friend of mine? "
Balalaika looked up and stared at Angor.
"What do you say? Give me your right hand, or that little guy called Toby, and I'll grant you your wish. " Balalaika exhaled a cloud of smoke. "Even if you want to … become a wizard right away? I'll fulfill your wish. "
As soon as Balalaika finished speaking, everyone looked at Angor.
Especially the apprentices in the Frost Church. They all looked at Angor with jealousy and greed in their eyes. This was their lifelong dream. But for Angor, it was nothing but a multiple-choice question. How could they not be jealous?
Even Madelyne and the other apprentices were quietly waiting for Angor's decision.
Angor didn't think too much about it. He sighed in relief. He was worried that Balalaika was talking about the Alien Eye. So she was talking about Toby.
Out of instinct, Angor stroked Toby's head. Toby turned around and chirped.
Toby turned back to Angor, and it sounded like he was being wronged.
"Don't worry. I don't have the right to decide who you belong to." He never thought about using Toby as a bargaining chip. Besides, he didn't think Balalaika's "wizard" power was good for him.
Just like the Great Demon God of the Abyss, the Crown Clown, its creed was: You have to give what you get.
A pie falling from the sky was either a trap or poisonous.
As for his right hand, he wouldn't change it. Before discovering the dream wasteland, Angor had always been cautious about his right hand. Sunders even suggested to him that he could cut it off and transplant it again.
Angor had given it some thought, which meant he was not that reluctant to part with his right hand.
But now, his right hand was related to obtaining the Authority of the Wilderness of Dreams. Even if he was still wary of his right hand, he was not willing to exchange it.
He rejected Balalaika's suggestion without hesitation.
"For now, I don't want to chop off my right hand, and I won't treat Toby as a commodity."
Balalaika raised an eyebrow. She didn't force Angor's decision. "If you ever want to trade, you can come find me at the Resting Place."
With that, Balalaika turned around and returned to the bar while humming an unknown song.
Everyone looked at Angor again. Angor was only an apprentice, yet he was able to refuse Balalaika's offer.
Any other apprentice in the Frost Church would probably be willing to trade for Toby's right hand. They might even be willing to give up their souls.
Sennefer gave Angor a thoughtful look but didn't ask anything.
Madelyne put a hand on Angor's shoulder. She didn't understand Angor's decision, but since Sunders didn't say anything, she didn't need to ask.
Brofen nodded. "I was right." No one knew if he was talking about Angor's right hand or Angor himself.
Vifet gave him a mysterious smile and stepped aside with his walking stick.
While Angor was still in a daze, he heard footsteps coming from behind him. He looked up and saw Sunders descending from the sky and landing in front of him along with a gentle breeze.
"Professor …" Angor tried to say something, but Sunders only humphed and quickly shut his mouth.
Sunders didn't ask why Angor came to the Abyss Plane. Instead, he looked at Sennefer. "Prepare to leave. She has opened the exit to the Resting Place."
"I'm curious. What's the deal you're talking about?" Sennefer stared at Sunders.
"Interesting information, that's all." "If you want to know, my boss already told me that you can find the Sand of Resurrection and trade with her."
Sennefer wanted to ask more about the Sand of Resurrection, the woman's identity, and the Resting Place.
However, this wasn't the time for her to ask.
"How do we get out of here?" Sennefer asked the most urgent question.
"Go forward. Walk through the night and you'll find the exit."
Walk through the night? Sennefer didn't understand what Sunders was trying to say, but she still pointed in a certain direction.
"Let's get out of here first," Sennefer said.
After he finished speaking, a gust of wind blew past. Other than a cloud of dust, there was no other movement.
Sennefer frowned. "Dokibell, it's time to go!"
The only answer she got was an earth-shattering snore. At some point in time, Dokibell had actually fallen asleep on the ground! They were so focused on the sudden turn of events that they didn't notice Dokibell's condition.
Sennefer clenched her fists so hard that her veins bulged on her forehead. The fire around her body even matched the frequency of Dokibell's snoring.
"Damn it!" Just as Sennefer was about to punch Dokibell, Brofen rushed to her side and grabbed her arm.
"Relax, relax. You're going to kill it. Let me do it." Brofen managed to get Sennefer to let go of him. He then used his spirit energy to pierce Dokibell's head.
Dokibell immediately jumped up from the ground in pain.
With tears in her eyes, Dokibell finally walked in the direction Brofen had pointed out.
They walked past a large number of tombs and closed coffins, but there was no movement at all.
They also passed by a bar in the center of the graveyard. Dokibell's footsteps caused the curtains of the bar to flutter. Inside, they saw Balalaika sitting lazily on a lounge chair with a strange triangular string instrument in her hand. Her slender fingers gently plucked the strings, and a beautiful yet mournful melody echoed in the air.
Balalaika didn't stop them. She kept plucking the strings as if she was trying to tell them something.
They left the graveyard without being stopped by the barrier of light. Soon, they saw the wilderness ahead.
When they passed by a cliff, they saw an unknown, boundless sea.
Dokibell didn't stop. They kept moving forward.
They didn't see the exit, but they did notice something strange. The darkness of the night was slowly fading away. It was as if a ladle of clear water had been added to a thick pool of ink, and the ink was gradually dyed.
"Isn't the Abyss supposed to have no day or night? Why is there night here? "
Sunders turned around and saw Angor carefully moving closer to him. Angor did not change much after a year. However, he had lost some of his childishness and gained some maturity in his eyes.
"The Abyss doesn't have night. There is an alternation between day and night in the deepest parts of the Abyss," Sunders explained. "As for the night here, it's not the same as the night we see now.
Just like that sea. It's not the same as the one we see now. " Sunders looked at the sea under the cliff. His eyes flickered as if he saw something else through the quiet water.
Angor was relieved that Sunders was willing to answer his questions. He thought Sunders was going to beat him up when he saw the cold look on Sunders' face.
"So you're saying that the night and the sea are fake?" Angor asked.
While Angor was asking, the others also listened carefully. They also wanted to know what was going on.
Sunders shook his head. "It's not fake. It's just that it doesn't exist in the present."
"This night was the longest night before the fall of the old gods." Sunders' voice gradually became softer. "After the fall of the gods, the darkness of night disappeared into the deepest parts of the Abyss. This place is the only place where the night and the people of that time remain."
The fall of the gods was a large-scale extinction of the Abyss Demons in ancient times. No one knew how it happened, but there were traces of the fall of the gods in many places. Some wizards even found their destinies in these ruins.
What Sunders told them was obviously a secret!
"Mister Phantom, are you saying that the woman in the bar, Balalaika, is someone who existed before the fall of the gods?" Brofen asked.
Sunders looked at Brofen with a cold expression. "No." Brofen nodded.
"Then who is she?" It was Sennefer who asked. There was a hint of anger in her eyes. Clearly, she was still angry about Balalaika's sudden attack.
"You can think of her as a peddler. You can buy information about the deeper parts of the Abyss and some special items from her. As for why she's staying in her resting place, she's just trying to awaken a sleeping soul. "
"Awaken a sleeping soul?" Sennefer seemed to have thought of something. "The Sand of Resurrection?"
Sunders nodded. He didn't know who he was going to awaken.
But according to the person who told him about this, the soul belonged to someone who existed before the fall of the gods.
"I want to know what she has to do with the Undying Brigade. If she's a peddler, why did she attack us after we entered the bar? And why did she change her attitude after that? "
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