Chapter 1079: Section 1080 Sanders’s Doubts
“Aren’t you concerned about what exactly happened in Lassudral?” Kanter looked at Sanders, who was lost in thought and seemed unconcerned about what Monty had said from the beginning to the end.
His expression was indifferent, his gaze not resting on the sparks flying around him, making him stand out especially among a group of Wizards with unsightly expressions.
“More than that, I want to know if that guy has been up to something again.” Sanders’s words nearly popped out through clenched teeth, and Kanter could hear an underlying anger behind the calm facade.
“Which guy are you referring to?” Kanter asked, puzzled. Other than Angel, who could cause such a significant shift in Sanders’s emotions?
Sanders glanced at Kanter indifferently, an inscrutable look in his eyes that others might not understand, but Kanter immediately realized, “You don’t mean Angel, do you?”
Sanders nodded noncommittally and murmured softly to himself, “Ocean’s Rhythm, Illusionary Realm.”
Both were clues provided by Monty’s informants. Add to that Belus’s Prophecy, and the scales in Sanders’s mind had slowly begun to tip. He was now somewhat convinced that if the mysterious shop that opened in Lassudral wasn’t directly Angel’s doing, it certainly had his shadow behind it.
Kanter frowned. Sanders had already informed him about Angel’s disappearance in the Abyss, and while he was also concerned about Angel’s situation, Kanter had never considered the possibility that Angel had gone into Demon City. It was inconceivable that Angel would cause such a stir in Lassudral and even open a shop to disrupt the local dynamics, which did not fit with the image of Angel that Kanter had in mind.
Quiet and gentle, handsome and refined — the Academy Faction Wizard, that’s the Angel that Kanter envisioned.
Moreover, when Sanders mentioned “up to something again,” it puzzled Kanter why Sanders used the word “again.” Had Angel caused trouble before?
Apart from nearly crafting a mysterious masterpiece, discovering Isabel’s return, producing high-grade works without being promoted, the creator of the Shadow Cave, and other feats like being slated for a publication in “The Wilderness of Dreams”… what else could there have been?
Kanter fell silent. Without listing them, he hadn’t realized, but on reflection, Angel’s experiences seemed like he was a tide-play child amidst the storm, one wave following another, soaring high and not willing to come down.
From Sanders’s perspective, it seemed Angel really did know how to stir the pot. Kanter suddenly felt some sympathy for his old friend, then thought about his own treasured apprentice, Qi Li, who, aside from being a bit socially reclusive, couldn’t be better. Of course, that was unless she encountered a disciple of the Sea God.
What Kanter didn’t know, however, was that the things about Angel that he himself could think of were, in fact, not that significant to Sanders — at most, they were a bit troublesome but not overly important. The things that truly infuriated Sanders were unknown to Kanter.
Even though Kanter understood Sanders’s concerns, he still found it hard to believe Angel would be in Lassudral.
“I still find it unlikely. Even if Angel’s expertise in Alchemy is exceptional, could that bunch of Demons comprehend the intricacies of it? If he went to Lassudral, he’d likely be torn to shreds by Demons at the first chance, let alone make trouble or even open a shop and stir up the situation there.”
Sanders understood what Kanter meant; under normal circumstances, Angel indeed couldn’t have managed it. But there was one variable — the incredibly strong being who had taken Angel from Wind Whisper Valley.
A force so strong it could even affect Sanders’s sense to his own lifeblood; if Angel was coerced or shielded by such a being, he could conceivably have orchestrated this drama.
But who could that incredibly strong individual be? Sanders still didn’t know to this day.
“While it’s not very likely, you can’t deny the possibility either,” Sanders said.
“That’s true,” Kanter paused, then suddenly laughed, “Actually, when you think about it, if Angel really did have a hand in this, it wouldn’t be too bad. At such a young age to leave such an epic chapter in such an important battle chronicle, it wouldn’t be a bad thing for him.”
Life’s record, if it’s monotonous, how boring would that be.
“If he participated as an Official Wizard, I would be very pleased, but right now he’s just an Apprentice,” said Sanders lightly, well aware of the many astonishing secrets Angel held. The Wilderness of Dreams, Projected Bloodline, mysterious objects… which of these could be easily spoken about? Or rather, claimed publicly by an Apprentice?
Kanter shook his head, understanding what Sanders meant. But had Sanders forgotten how many years Angel had been in the Wizards’ Realm? Given Angel’s rate of advancement, if that was still considered slow, then there was no fast-paced advancement in the Wizards’ Realm at all.
Kanter was about to retort when Monty and Sinafa at the forefront suddenly turned around and said to him, “Lord of Night, we are not far from Lassudral now, I hope you can merge with the night to scout out the situation.”
Their current position, in fact, was still some distance from Lassudral, but the small red dots in the distance were faintly visible.
Although it was known beforehand that fire patterns had appeared in the sky above Lassudral, it was unexpected that from a distance, it looked like a flame burning quietly.
“Alright,” Kanter nodded. He stood up and walked toward Monty and Sinafa. As he passed by Sanders, Kanter winked at him and mouthed, “Whether that kid is in Lassudral or not, I’ll check it out for you when I become the night.”
Sanders nodded gravely and replied, “Watch his surroundings.”
If Angel was indeed in Lassudral, that incredibly strong entity would surely be by his side. Kanter’s Bloodline of Night, though silent and unnoticeable when merged with the darkness, would still be subjected to the pressure of hierarchy when confronted with strong beings.
“Understood.” Kanter stepped forward, nodded at Monty and Sinafa, and entered into the Bloodline of Night, his appearance undergoing a great transformation.
In that moment, Kanter was like the messenger of the night deity, drawing the curtain of night, filled with majesty and sanctity.
After a while, Kanter opened his eyes and, among the expectant gazes of those around him, announced, “I saw it!”
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“Primeval Flame birth?” Angel looked at Fafnir in confusion.
The flames erupting from the Flame Mark mysteriously circled around him, yet they were beyond his control. Was this due to something called the “Primeval Flame birth”?
Fafnir did not explain but instead turned her gaze to the other side. In her line of sight, she saw the Hunting Museum and also saw Night standing in front of a painting.
Night seemed to sense Fafnir’s prying eyes and looked up in the direction of Fafnir, gently smiling.
At this moment, Night’s situation was very peculiar. The flame pattern on his face was like a burning thread, traversing the two-dimensional world, bursting from his skin, then faintly connecting to the outer world, becoming the flame pattern enveloping all of Lassudral!
With the terrifying flame patterns gone, Night’s appearance was now fully exposed, flaunting his extraordinary handsomeness. Even by human aesthetic standards, his face was of the highest quality, and the exposed abdominal muscles would likely prompt the Mirror Lady to immediately include Night in the Handsome Men Atlas if she were present.
Fafnir withdrew her gaze, her expression a mix of shock and horror.
She had previously felt that this Night, the Museum’s proprietor, was a bit peculiar, seemingly calm and detached, yet hiding a hidden edge like a thorn lodged deep in one’s marrow, compelling people unconsciously to keep their distance.
Therefore, Fafnir had only seen Night when she first arrived, and after that, she had almost never encountered Night again.
Even when Angel went to the Hunting Museum to look for Night, Fafnir never followed. An innate premonition was alerting her; this Night was a threat to her life.
Unexpectedly, in absolute silence, Night had stirred up such a grand spectacle, and moreover… he had birthed the Primeval Flame, taking the final step!
Fafnir looked towards Angel, who was still watching the fire circling around him, his face showing wariness and caution.
“These flames won’t hurt you. It’s just that with the emergence of the original flame, even mindless fire cannot control itself in such circumstances,” Fafnir said.
Angel asked, “The original flame your excellency speaks of, refers to?”
“Primeval Flame.”
As for what the Primeval Flame actually was, Fafnir did not continue to explain. However, upon hearing “Primeval Flame,” Angel remembered something.
Once, in the Fairy Tale World, he had traveled with Bogura’s disciple ‘Shadow’ Diabolo. At that time, Shadow told him a secret of a race that had perished in the river of history, known as — the Baiyuanians.
The last known location of the Baiyuanians was in Axo Saint Asia, also known as the perished Serpent Kingdom.
And the Holy Land of the Serpent Kingdom was the deserted village underground — Poclades.
Dororo was whom Angel had found in Poclades. Therefore, at that time, Angel thought Dororo was a Baiyuanian and later went on to look up some information about the Baiyuanians.
Among the origin stories of the Baiyuanians, there was an intriguing account: “Beside the Primeval Flame, a group of the world’s favored children were born, and they were the Baiyuanians who sought after the Primeval Flame.”
Could this Primeval Flame be the same one Fafnir was talking about?
“You have been to the Hunting Museum a few times before. What do you know about Night?” Fafnir changed the subject, no longer talking about the Primeval Flame, but inquiring about the things she had been too lazy to ask about before. Although the Primeval Flame was of little concern to her, it could be of great help to Odeclass.
Fafnir’s sudden inquiry, although not clearly stated, was something Angel grasped… It seemed that the Primeval Flame was indeed connected to Night.
And the dancing flames that emerged from the Flame Mark, according to what Fafnir had said previously, were due to the floating fire patterns in the sky, that is, the birth of the Primeval Flame.
Tying all this together, the current situation was indeed orchestrated by the Museum’s proprietor, Night.
Thinking back to the painting Angel had seen earlier, where the flames had almost completely consumed that Night, it meant that Night, the Museum’s proprietor, was about to break free from his chains, taking the final step.
All the answers were coming together; Night’s final step caused the fire pattern anomaly in the sky and also led to the birth of the Primeval Flame.
Angel delved deeper into thought and association, based on what Canaan had said, it was rumored that Aoluxiya had always been searching for something. Now that Aoluxiya had come to Lassudral from the inner layer, perhaps he knew the location of what he was looking for.
And considering the current timeline, Angel could think of nothing else.
So there was only one answer left.
It was also the Primeval Flame!