"Mister Phantom." The newcomer bowed to Sunders who was sitting in front of the desk.
Sunders frowned when he saw the uninvited guest. "What brings you here, Vifet?"
The white-browed old man in front of him was Vifet from Moxa Westland.
Vifet glanced at Angor who was reading the Frostmoon Journal. "Mister Phantom, I have a question for you." Vifet's eyes flickered a little.
Angor quickly excused himself. He knew that Vifet was here to ask about what happened in the Evernight Kingdom, but Vifet didn't want to talk about it.
After leaving the study, Angor found a comfortable spot in the living room and continued reading.
Inside the study, Sunders tapped the desk with a finger and summoned a chair in front of Vifet.
Vifet sat down and asked, "What do you want to know?"
"So Angor didn't tell you why I'm here." Vifet put on a bitter smile and stroked the gerbil that jumped onto his lap. "Maybe he hasn't forgiven me yet. I was a little too hasty when we were on Frostwing."
Sunders looked at Vifet and didn't stop him. He was curious about why Vifet and Angor didn't like each other.
However, Vifet didn't say much. Instead, he sighed softly. "After all, the name 'Cassini' really shocked me. That's why I was being rude."
Vifet glanced at Sunders' expression.
But Vifet couldn't tell what Sunders was thinking about. His fingers had been tapping on the table, but he suddenly stopped when he heard Cassini's name.
A few seconds later, Sunders suddenly looked up at Viffet. "Let's not talk about trivial matters. What do you want from me?"
Angor, who was reading outside, suddenly felt a chill on his back.
"Huh? Why is it so cold?" He shuddered and put down the book. He walked to the window and looked at the drifting snow outside.
For some reason, looking at the dark sky and the heavy snow that almost blocked his sight made him feel depressed. At the same time, he felt a little uneasy.
A sign? Could it be that something bad was happening?
Angor fell into deep thought. He felt like he had overlooked something.
A while later, he looked up. Was that Toby?
He hadn't seen Toby for a day and a half. Did something happen to him? Is that why I'm so worried?
But Toby has Gloom Feather and the sequence of gravity. It shouldn't be a problem, right? Still, just in case, Angor walked to the door and tried to find Toby.
The door to the study on the other side of the hall opened as well. Sunders and Vifet came out.
Vifet walked to the door and spoke to Sunders politely. "Thank you for your help today, Mister Phantom."
Vifet looked at Angor, who was still standing at the door. "I still keep my promise."
Promise? Angor didn't know how to react until Viffet whispered something to him. "Lucky Scroll." Angor finally realized what was going on.
Vifet nodded to Angor and stepped out of the door, heading deeper into the snowstorm. In the end, Vifet turned into a small black dot and disappeared into the darkness.
When Vifet was gone, Sunders, who was leaning against the door with his arms crossed, raised an eyebrow. "What is it? You're going out? "
"I got a bad feeling just now. I'm worried about Toby, so I'm going out to check —" Angor looked at Sunders and saw a complicated look in the old man's eyes. It was as if the old man was trying to suppress his anger, which was slowly rising until it was burning brightly.
"Is that so?" Sunders sneered. "I think it has nothing to do with Toby. It has something to do with you."
Sunders snorted.
Sunders humphed. "Come with me. I have something to ask you."
A moment later, Angor sat down in front of Sunders.
"Out with it. What's going on between you and Vifet?"
Angor was suddenly enlightened by the question. He remembered something he had been neglecting for a long time.
"Nothing," Angor said in a dry voice.
"Then tell me, what's going on with Cassini?" Sunders frowned and knocked on the table with his knuckles, which made Angor feel pressured. "Don't tell me you've seen Cassini?"
Sunders stared at Angor for a moment, and when he saw Angor nodding, he couldn't help but curse out loud.
Sunders knew that Angor must have been marked by the Time Thief and learned his real name.
Others might think that being tagged by the Time Thief was a good thing, but Sunders also knew that once someone was targeted by the Time Thief, the Time Thief would appear and interfere with any important decisions in the future.
No matter what choice you made, the Time Thief would steal other choices and use them as his own nourishment.
Eventually, the Time Thief would abandon you when he felt that you weren't qualified to walk on the path of truth.
Was that a good thing? For short-sighted people like Sunders, it was a good thing because the Time Thief only needed to steal a person's choice to give him or her a lot of benefits.
But for a wizard like Sunders who wanted to walk on the path of truth, the Time Thief was a real bastard.
What made him a bastard was not that he would steal a person's choice, but that he would use his own standard to judge other people's choices.
Once someone fell into the Time Thief's trap, it would be a disaster.
Once upon a time, the Elder of Books, the most mysterious of the three ancestor souls in Brute Cavern, wrote something about the Time Thief.
According to the Elder of Books, was the Time Thief's choice really correct? It was hard to say. When a person made a choice, he or she would go through a process of collapsing variables. But at the same time, new variables would be created. Using the Time Thief's standard, whether it was correct or not depended on the path he or she chose. Every wizard's path was different.
But if you fell into the Time Thief's trap and enjoyed the rewards that the Time Thief used his own standard to judge your own path, then you would start to doubt your own path.
Sunders couldn't tell Angor about this yet. Once he told Angor about it, Sunders would start to doubt his future choice, which might not necessarily be his own choice. It would be too late for him to change his mind by then.
Angor had to figure it out on his own.
Sunders looked at Angor's confused face and tried his best to suppress his anger. He could almost hear the sneer of that bastard behind the Wheel of Time.
"I only have one thing to tell you about Cassini. He's not omniscient and omnipotent. There's a reason why he's called the Time Thief. You must remember these words. "
Maybe there was someone who was omniscient and omnipotent in this world, but Cassini was definitely not the Time Thief.
In Sunders' eyes, the common saying of "being blessed by the Time Thief" in the southern wizarding region was nothing more than a joke. Of course, for most wizards who didn't even know the truth, Sunders' words of "praise" were sincere.
Angor felt strange when he saw Sunders' cold expression, suppressed anger, and now calmed down. Still, he knew that Sunders had his reasons. He nodded and repeated the words over and over again, memorizing them in his mind.
"How did you meet him?"
Angor didn't hide anything and told Sunders about how he created the Crimson Shelter. Sunders was surprised when he heard that Angor created an alchemy item that could block prophecy spells.
However, when Angor talked about the choice he made in his alchemy vision, Sunders remained silent.
"He'd rather be trapped inside the Clock Tower Weirdo for years or decades than become a lunatic?" Sunders wondered. This was similar to how he met the Time Thief for the first time.
In fact, this was a bit like the popular choice between a 'light Magus' and a 'dark Magus'.
Sunders chose "dark wizards" back then.
"As expected, Cassini's plan has never changed. He's been trying to force the wizards to be independent since the very beginning," Sunders sneered.
Sunders nodded. He didn't want to talk about the Time Thief so he decided to talk about the Crimson Veil instead. "This cloak is a good one. Try not to take it off when you're in the dream wasteland."
Sunders suddenly remembered the time when Angor created the Crimson Shelter.
It was about half a year ago.
About half a year ago, he also had a dream about the Time Thief. Back then, Kanter asked, "Why did you dream about the Time Thief all of a sudden?"
Sunders remembered his own answer. "Maybe some unlucky bastard got targeted by him again …"
Who would have thought that the "unlucky bastard" was Angor?!
Sunders sighed. He didn't know whether it was fate or bad luck.
Anyway, Angor didn't need to worry about the Time Thief until he reached level-3 legendary.
As most wizards in the southern wizarding region expected, Cassini's plan wasn't a bad thing for Angor.
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