Chapter 2459: Chapter 2460: Prerequisite
"What are the conditions?" The crowd was not surprised at Angelâs request for conditions. External assistance obtained free of charge is often the most costly; having a give-and-take is more reassuring than receiving help without any reasons whatsoever.
They couldnât break open the projection themselves and had to seek help from others. Currently, the only one who could help them was this red-haired youth in front of them. As for the Observer... this person almost never met their gaze directly.
In the current unbalanced relationship of supply, the other partyâs proposal of conditions seemed all too normal to them.
Moreover, they were curious about what conditions the other party might suggest. Perhaps they could glean some clues about his identity from the conditions he proposed.
"Very simple, I hope that if you report on this incident in the future, you donât include me or the Observer in the record." Angel didnât want to cause a great commotion like the last Lassudral incident. Although his identity hadnât been revealed this time, he wanted to be cautious.
"Only this one condition?"
"Hmm? Does it seem too little?"
"No, Iâm just a bit surprised," Diescher was taken aback. He thought Angel would propose some difficult exchange, but it was such a simple matter.
President Zhuguang pondered, "Even if we donât report it, someone else might pass the information on. For instance, the Bai Yu Wizard from a moment ago."
"No matter, the information the Bai Yu Wizard passes on externally is completely different in nature from the news you announce to the public."
After all, the Bai Yu Wizard is just one person, while the entities Zhuguang and Diescher represent are two major periodicals. One is the most authoritative publication recognized in the Southern Domain, and the other has the highest sales volume in the Southern Domain. Their influence is far greater than the Bai Yu Wizardâs by countless times.
Angel: "Time is running short. Do you have any other objections?"
President Zhuguang glanced at Adelaide, then exchanged looks with Diescher. From each otherâs eyes, they saw a unanimous answer, and finally nodded, "Alright."
"However, what happened here isnât a secret, so perhaps completely not mentioning it might not be the best way to handle it."
Angel: "What opinion does President Zhuguang have?"
President Zhuguang: "You could gloss over it by saying a âmysterious powerful figure was present on the scene.â"
"Wouldnât calling it mysterious make people more curious?"
This time, President Zhuguang didnât reply. Instead, Diescher explained, "Not mentioning it is a suppressed explosion. If you lay a foreshadowing first, after the excitement of the discussion subsides, it will just become old news."
Angel thought about it carefully and agreed that Diescher had a point. Completely avoiding discussion might have counterproductive effects.
"Then letâs do it according to what you say."
After speaking, Angel did not waste any time and directly stretched out his fingertip to prepare to shatter the projections of the crowd.
"Can we establish contact with you? We are really curious about the outcome of this incident and hope to..." Seeing Angel point his fingertip at him first, Diescher hurriedly said.
Angel interrupted him directly, "Itâs too early now to talk about results. Iâm not even sure if Iâll survive."
After saying this, without waiting for Diescher to respond, Angelâs fingertip flashed with a glow, and the beam of light shot directly into Diescherâs projection, tearing the image to shreds in an instant.
After seeing off Diescher, Angel pointed his fingertip at President Zhuguang.
President Zhuguang didnât speak. He just nodded at him, his mouth faintly smiling.
Was it an illusion? Angel always felt that President Zhuguangâs expression held a hint of interest.
Without further thought, the same beam of light waved, sending off President Zhuguang as well.
Finally, Angel turned to face the cold-hearted "Black Duke" Adelaide.
While facing this Black Duke Witch, Angel paused slightly, contemplating whether to reveal anything about Reeves.
Adelaide noticed Angelâs hesitation as well. After a momentâs silence, she asked, "Do we know each other?"
"We donât know each other."
"Have I seen you before?"
"Probably not."
Adelaide: "We donât know each other and havenât met, then what are you hesitating about?"
Angel exhaled a breath, "Itâs nothing, just suddenly remembered an old matter, but itâs nothing now. Iâll send you off now."
Angel ultimately decided to wait a bit longer. If he exposed information about Reeves to Adelaide now, his own identity would be revealed. He could wait a while longer; after all, the Black Duke would soon come to the Barbarian Cave to participate in the Tea Party, and he could hand Reeves over then.
As Angel reached out his fingertip toward her, Adelaide seemed to think of something and softly said, "In fact, after coming here, I also remembered an old matter. Or perhaps, an old friend."
"Old friend?" Angelâs fingertip was already beginning to shimmer with light.
Adelaide nodded, "An old friend from Berth Island."
Angelâs eyes shifted slightly.
"For some reason, I suddenly thought of him, but heâs clearly not here," Adelaide said blandly.
Angel was silent for a moment, "Really? In such a tense moment, to still think of this old friend, it seems heâs quite important to the Black Duke lady."
Adelaide replied a bit confusedly, "Maybe, yes."
Angel spoke no more; too much emotion and conversation would become cues for others to decipher.
The glow revolved, the beam burst forth, and with the shattering of Adelaideâs projection, these advance pioneers in pursuit of big news all disappeared into the Mist Belt.
After finishing all this, Angel returned to the Observerâs side.
They didnât speak. The Observer was observing the situation with the broken shells in the distance, while Angel pondered Adelaideâs words.
Adelaide suddenly mentioning an old friend from Berth Island was indeed beyond Angelâs expectations. After all, he had never disclosed information about Reeves.
This only demonstrated that her Spiritual Sense was astonishingly sharp... and Reeves was telling the truth; perhaps he indeed had a deep connection with Adelaide.
Could Lord Tree Spiritâs words not be a curse after all? A young up-and-comer boarding the heartship of a great figure?
If this were true, well, Reeves truly is remarkable. The Black Duke Witch is renowned as an unattainable figure and one of the top witches in the Southern Domain. To be able to climb such high branches, Reeves is certainly something else.
The pity is, Reeves pushed his luck too far, going to Xinnai Land for no reason. He should have practiced outside and taken advantage of the Black Duke Witchâs help, wouldnât taking shortcuts be a much easier way to revive the Vansel family?
After silently sighing a few times in his heart, Angel suddenly paused.
The area around his shoulder blades started to feel slightly hot and itchy at some unknown time.
Angel didnât show any abnormal behavior; he just glanced at the Observer from the corner of his eye and felt slightly relieved when he saw that the other wasnât paying attention to him.
Once the heat and itchiness subsided, Angel nonchalantly turned his head to look behind him.
Staring for a long time.
He vaguely sensed that the presence was not far from him. The unusual sensation on his back was evidence.
Perhaps, the entity had already reached nearby. But who knows when it will appear... And what changes will its arrival bring to the scene?
"What are you looking at?" The Observerâs voice sounded beside him.
"Nothing, it just feels like itâs a pity for them to stay here." Angelâs eyes were fixed on the group of Wizards in the distance, "They are all pillars for the Southern Domain Wizardsâ Realm."
Observer: "Their greed and hesitation are the reasons they missed the opportunity to leave. Since they made this choice, they must be fully responsible for the consequences."
After pausing, the Observer looked at Angel: "You canât help them either. Theyâre not like those projections that can be easily shattered. Helping them will only drag you down."
Angel: "I just feel a bit sentimental."
Angel never thought of helping them. As the Observer said, they were the ones who missed the opportunity. Witch Haibone dared to shatter the flesh and seek survival for the soul; Bai Yu dared to damage the model to forcefully break through; they could have done it too. Itâs just that they lacked the determination, and their inner greed and luck made them hesitate. The losses caused by hesitation are their own responsibility.
"My lord, does the Orderly Guild have so many deaths every time they find a Mysterious Object out of order?" Angel asked.
The Observer pondered: "Death is actually one of the better outcomes. More often, itâs uncertain whether people are dead, but they go missing."
"Just like the Seed?" The Observerâs words reminded Angel of Irene.
The Observer nodded: "Something like that."
"I have a friend who saw the residual rain pattern stone of the Seedâs believer and deciphered the words. Will she be able to return?" Angel asked in a low voice.
The Observer answered without hesitation: "Itâs practically impossible for her to return."
"To this day, no one knows where the Life taken by the Seed goes. Even Legends, or Wizards whoâve shown Miracles, once caught in the Seedâs disorderly rhythm, have never been heard from again."
The Seed is called an unsolvable Mysterious Object for this reason. While people can analyze the Seedâs mechanism, its exact effect remains unsolved.
What is the Seedâs disorderly rhythm? What kind of environment are the missing people in? Are they alive or dead? Are they still in this dimension, this universe? All these are unknowns.
"Itâs best to forget your friend, or just imagine sheâs alive in some unseen corner of the world," the Observer said.
Angel silently nodded. He himself didnât worry much, but Allen... he hoped Allen wouldnât follow in Ireneâs footsteps.
"My lord, will the Origin World restrain the Seedâs believers?"
The Observer glanced at Angel: "Are you asking how to deal with the Seedâs believers appearing in the Southern Domain?"
Angel scratched his nose slightly embarrassed: "My lord already knows about this?"
The Observer: "The Extreme Sect has already informed me."
"Regarding the Seedâs believers, I cannot interfere. The Orderly Guild might be able to help a bit, but that requires someone to post a task within the guild and pay enough for them to act."
The cost wouldnât be cheap. After all, the transfer between the Southern Domain and the Origin World is cut off, and sending someone from the Origin World to the Southern Domain requires a considerable expense.
Even the travel expenses are like this, let alone the cost for action.
So expecting the Orderly Guild to act is basically impossible.
"However, according to the information from the Extreme Sect, the Seedâs believers are in the early stages of infiltrating the Southern Domain Wizardsâ Realm, and those coming arenât strong, so the energy of the Southern Domain Wizardsâ Realm should be able to handle it easily."
Angel: "The Seedâs believers are not to be feared, but the Arrow of the Defeated is not that easy to deal with."
"The Arrow of the Defeated is not a death arrow and isnât too difficult to deal with among Mysterious Objects." The Observer also knew about the City Lord of Sky Mechanical City being struck, "And the Arrow of the Defeated isnât easy to use at will; at least for the short term, the Seedâs believers will find it hard to reuse."
"Does the Arrow of the Defeated have a long usage interval?" Angelâs eyes lit up; if so, it could eliminate a danger.
"It has an interval, but I donât know exactly how long. The reason they canât reuse it shortly is because... many people are watching the Arrow of the Defeated."
"Especially the Seventy-Seven Red Sox, theyâre closely watching the Arrow of the Defeated, as it originally belonged to them. To avoid tracking by the Seventy-Seven Red Sox, the Seedâs believers dare not stay in one place with the Arrow of the Defeated for long."
So after the last use by the Arrow of the Defeated on the âMechanical Beast Emperorâ Rosen. Yata, it is practically impossible to use it again in the short term.
Upon learning this information, Angelâs heart felt much lighter.
He isolated himself at the ruins, cautiously altered his appearance in the Tidal World, worried primarily about the Seedâs believers.
Facing the Seedâs believers alone, Angel wasnât too afraid. What he minded most was the elusive Arrow of the Defeated.
Since the Arrow of the Defeated wonât be used again shortly, he could relax a bit more.
"My lord, I heard the Arrow of the Defeated..."
Angel had heard from Isabel that the use of the Arrow of the Defeated comes with some negative effects, and he was about to inquire about the specific negative effects, but he abruptly stopped mid-sentence.
Because the long-quiet shell suddenly cracked open again.
Moreover, this time, the crack wasnât just a tiny fracture but started splitting from the middle at the bottom. With the first crack, a huge gap formed, and a large amount of the Beginning of the Mysteries spilled out.
Following this gap, more cracks began to appear.
A more formidable attraction than before instantly enveloped this sea region.
At that moment, everyoneâs mind was captivated by the crack in the fruit.
The same was true for Angel, his expression entranced, his eyes dazed. It wasnât the incomplete disorderly effect that attracted him but the surging, almost tangible âBeginning of the Mysteriesâ!
In Angelâs eyes, he didnât see a cracked shell but countless profound pieces of information.
These pieces, seemingly from different dimensions, together formed a structure that was both material and idealistic.
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