Chapter 1072: Section 1073: Night of Flames
According to Angel’s thinking, with Fafnir’s strength, she should be able to open a Spatial Passage and leave this Void.
However, the answer that Fafnir gave Angel was still negative.
“Although tearing open a Space Rift is not difficult, I cannot guarantee where a rift opened here would lead to.” Fafnir shrugged her shoulders, she was a Wind Dragon, not a Void Dragon. Her understanding of space was limited to the surface.
Although Lassudral had a passage to the third level of the Abyss, Lake Niming, it did not mean that this place was really close to Niming Lake, it was just that the two places were connected by temporal-spatial markers. Therefore, where a Void rift torn by Fafnir would lead to was unclear to anyone.
“Is there any way to leave Lassudral then?”
“There is.” Fafnir stretched out her hand and pointed to the ground below: “Below Lassudral, the Void connects to the inner layers. Going to the inner layers, and then shifting through other passages to the outer layer, is also possible.”
Angel’s eyes lit up, thinking this could be a method too. Although the inner layer was more dangerous than the outer layer, with Fafnir present, they should also be able to make it through.
However, when he learned about the time needed to go to the inner layer and then return to the outer layer through other passages, Angel fell silent.
At least two weeks, and the journey must be smooth all the way.
Two weeks was too late for everything. Moreover, with the power of Toby’s bad luck, it was questionable whether they could even make it out of the inner layers of the Abyss.
Angel’s face was disheartened, why would the banishment occur at this time?
Could it be that Toby’s misfortune had already broken through the ice seal?
Angel returned to the entrance of the shop, and when Pulapa saw Angel’s disconsolate expression, she asked with some concern, “Shopkeeper, are you alright?”
Angel: “I’m fine for now, but if I don’t leave Lassudral soon, I will be in trouble.”
“Is it that serious?” Pulapa muttered quietly, “I heard from the Night Manager before that this martial law should not last too long.”
Angel also remembered what Pulapa had said, that the Night Manager had asked him to stay near the Misty Cabin in the next few days.
Does that mean that this martial law would only last two days?
“Night Manager…” Angel suddenly remembered something, he raised his head to look at Pulapa: “Help me go back and ask the Night Manager if there is any way to leave Lassudral as soon as possible. Also, how long will this martial law last?”
Seeing the serious look on Angel’s face, Pulapa understood that this might indeed be very important to Angel.
Pulapa nodded: “Alright.”
Pulapa turned and left, while Angel leaned against the shop doorway, pondering over solutions.
Actually, Odeclass hadn’t really set a time limit for Angel, but the reason Angel was so eager to leave was because of the curse on Toby which waited for no one.
If they truly couldn’t leave, then he would have to find a way to extend the dissipation of the misfortune curse on Toby.
In the vast Lassudral, was there a demon with such ability?
Angel didn’t even hope to lift the misfortune curse, he just needed to delay it for a bit longer. After all, he still had tens of thousands of Demon Gold Coins on him, these things were useless in the Wizards’ Realm anyway, so even if he spent them all, Angel wouldn’t mind.
Rustling sounds reached his ears, and Angel raised his head to see Canaan walking out of a small grove on one side.
“The left eye of Morheim, it’s really a bit strange.” As Canaan approached, he whispered into Angel’s ear: “It kept staring at me, so I went to have a look, and then it started asking me about why it got dark. I didn’t tell it, but it seemed to know everything and directly asked me if Lassudral was under martial law?”
“Has it been asking you about things all along?”
Canaan nodded: “I always feel something is not right. It seems completely contrary to Morheim’s consciousness, just like you said before, as if it was parasitized by another creature.”
Angel raised his head to look at Morheim in the distance.
Speaking of coincidences, when Angel looked over, Morheim’s left eye was also looking their way.
Its black pupil had turned into a fog of darkness, and within its pupil, a few characters were arranged one by one.
It was Demon Language, and unfortunately, Angel didn’t understand the meaning.
“It, is, it, here, yet?” Canaan read out each word, and after finishing, looked baffled: “Who has arrived? Who is it referring to?”
Angel shook his head, he also didn’t know what was wrong with this eye, “Forget it, you’d better not bother with it anymore, getting close to a powerful demon that has been parasitized by another creature is a very dangerous thing.”
Angel shifted his gaze, and just then, sounds from the forest path indicated Pulapa’s return.
Pulapa brought a message from the Night Manager, “The manager said, the moment of dawn will soon arrive.”
“Just this sentence? What about the methods to leave this place I asked you to inquire about?” Angel asked with a furrowed brow.
Pulapa: “Just this sentence, I asked, but the manager didn’t say anything else.”
Angel fell into contemplation, since the Night Manager had only brought this single sentence, there must also be his reasons.
—The moment of dawn will soon arrive.
The so-called dawn refers to the first light piercing through the darkness. The arrival of dawn obviously signifies that light is about to come.
Did the innkeeper mean that the light source of the Void Tower will brighten up soon?
Even if Angel had guessed this answer, he still didn’t let his guard down. The “soon” mentioned by the Demon is a vague term. Ten minutes and ten days both belong to the “soon” category for a demon, so who knows whether the Demon was referring to the former or the latter?
After thinking for a moment, Angel said to Pulapa, “Do me another favor—”
…
When Angel returned to the rooftop, he asked the figure feigning sleep on the trunk, “Lord Fafnir, might there be a demon in Lassudral that could deal with the misfortune curse?”
Fafnir opened his eyes, “There are some demons that are skilled in curses, but whether we can encounter one here is hard to say.”
Angel sighed, his only hope was that Pulapa would find a demon that could counter the misfortune curse.
He had taken Pulapa aside earlier precisely to ask Pulapa to help him inquire about this matter.
If he could find a demon that could temporarily shield the curse, then the predicament he was facing could be easily solved.
While Angel silently hoped that Pulapa would succeed, an anomaly once again appeared throughout Lassudral—mystical patterns of fire appeared in the deep night.
It was as if a kind of ethereal flame was burning the night itself.
The moment the anomaly appeared, the sky over Lassudral filled with demons searching for the source of the phenomenon. However, they flew around aimlessly like headless flies, and in the end, they still couldn’t locate the origin of the anomaly.
Meanwhile, Angel, watching this “flame-scorched night,” was stunned.
The phenomenon before his eyes bore an astonishing resemblance to the painting of “Night” in the Hunting Museum. It was as if the world in the painting overlapped with the real one.
“What’s going on?” Angel couldn’t help but look in the direction of the Hunting Museum, “Could it be that the flames in the painting have completely obscured the night? Does the innkeeper intend to shed his shackles tonight and take that final step?”
At the same time, in one corner of Lassudral, within a hall burning with ghostly fire, a ball of fire and a fire-wielding demon draped in a red robe stood respectfully before a clump of ice-blue ghostly flame.
The ice-blue ghostly flame slowly expanded, eventually reaching a height of two to three meters.
As the flames began to take on a hint of green, a dark shadow suddenly appeared in the center of the ghostly flame.
Click—
A silvery boot stepped out of the ghostly flames onto the smooth floor, making a crisp sound. Soon, the owner of the boots also emerged from the ghostly flames.
As it fully appeared, the ice-blue ghostly flames gradually dissipated, eventually turning into a blue light that settled into the visitor’s eyes.
“Lord Aoluxiya,” as the newcomer stood firm, the fireball and the fire-wielding demon both bowed their heads.
The figure known as Aoluxiya was still radiating the glow of flames, obscuring its face.
Aoluxiya nodded without immediately responding to them, instead walking toward the side door of the hall. As Aoluxiya pushed open the side door, he immediately saw the pitch-black night outside and… the burning patterns of fire in the sky.
Gazing intently for a while, Aoluxiya’s lips curled into a slight arc.
“The Primeval Flame has finally appeared.”
The fire-wielding demon Tandin, who had followed Aoluxiya, respectfully said, “Lord Aoluxiya, the Primeval Flame has emerged from the owner of a Hunting Museum. Shall we go now?”
Aoluxiya looked at the sky where the patterns of fire flickered intermittently and said indifferently, “There’s no rush, not yet the time. Currently, the Primeval Flame is still in its gestation phase, let’s wait a while longer.”
Since Aoluxiya said so, they naturally had no objections.
After a while, Aoluxiya turned to look at the fireball, “Greerwu, you seem unhappy?”
The fireball was none other than the young fire demon Greerwu, who turned its head and mumbled unclearly, “No.”
Aoluxiya looked at the somewhat awkward Greerwu and smiled, “Since there’s still some time before the Primeval Flame emerges, shall I go take a look at that store you’ve been talking about?”
Greerwu immediately turned its head, its lackluster eyes going wide, “Really?”
Aoluxiya nodded.
Greerwu burst into a smile, and the flames that were somewhat listless before now began to swell.
The fire-wielding demon Tandin, however, expressed concern, “Lord Aoluxiya, you have come alone this time, we best not add further complications…”
Aoluxiya replied, “Don’t worry, I am just very curious why Fafnir and the emissary of Odeclass would come to open a store in Lassudral.”
As he spoke, pieces of frost white dragon scales appeared out of nothing in front of Aoluxiya. Aoluxiya, looking at the scales, said softly, “Moreover, Binaqionse owes me a favor. I also want to know how Binaqionse is doing now.”
After speaking, Aoluxiya stretched out his hand and folded the dragon scale back into his palm.
“Let’s go, I want to see what magic that shop has that made Greerwu remember it so vividly.”