Chapter 2513: Chapter 2514: Amisha
Although Angel was somewhat curious about Siber, he didnât plan to explore it at this moment.
He nodded lightly at Siber and then motioned for Lady Melo to continue forward.
In the next two corridors, Melo discovered three more Talented Ones in succession. Among them, a fat one appeared to be the leader, showing signs of loosely banding together. This was somewhat reminiscent of when Angel was a Talented One, and everyone surrounded Hook Dick.
And that fat Talented One clearly had feelings for Siber, always subtly approaching her and saying a few unremarkable words of concern.
Siber maintained her "aloof lady" persona, responding to the fat Talented One with nothing more than a "hmm." But the fat Talented One didnât mind Siberâs indifferent attitude and seemed somewhat pleased with the situation.
While the fat Talented One was pestering Siber, one of his lackeys, who looked a bit sly, sidled over to Angel.
He mouthed words of thanks, his attitude exceedingly flattering, but his eyes were evasive, seemingly pondering something.
Angel understood his intentions perfectly.
Just like when Fusa clung to Hook Dickâs leg, but as soon as Hook Dick was absent, he would start cozying up to Butler Good, all pleasantries and small talk, almost identical to what this sly one was doing today.
Basically, itâs just about wanting to attach themselves to someone powerful.
Angel wasnât opposed to this mindset, but targeting him wasnât acceptable.
Angel didnât do anything to this sly youngster, just gave him a faint glance and released a hint of oppressive aura. The youngster stood frozen, as if struck by lightning, not daring to move.
This trace of oppressive aura wasnât specifically aimed at the sly youngster; the others, including Siber and Lady Melo, also felt it.
Lady Melo was able to remain composed, as Angel clearly controlled the level of pressure to a bearable degree for her. But for the other Talented Ones, it felt like the sky was falling, with an overwhelming force pressing down on them.
The sly youngster suffered the most, as he bore the brunt of it and felt it most acutely. At this moment, he seemed like an ant crouching beneath a towering mountain.
He trembled, his lips quivering as if trying to say something, but no words came out.
The others felt the same, like being in a leaf boat facing the raging sea whipped by fierce winds.
Everyone was quite uncomfortable.
Luckily, Angelâs oppressive aura didnât last long and was soon withdrawn.
At this point, the sly youngster no longer dared to approach Angel.
Lady Melo took one look at him and understood what had happened, softly sighing, "Lord Pat is already considered gentle. If it were someone else, like Lord Patâs Mentor, youâd already be dead before you even got close enough to speak. Because, in the Wizardsâ Realm, approaching an Official Wizard without permission is a grave discourtesy."
Lady Melo seemed to be speaking to the sly youngster, but in fact, she was also warning the others.
When facing an Official Wizard, one must show the utmost respect. This is the way to survive in the Wizardsâ Realm.
Perhaps because of Angelâs oppressive aura, everyone remained silent, and the fat Talented One stopped following Siber, quietly walking behind Lady Melo instead.
Though Lady Melo called Angel gentle, those unfamiliar with the Wizardsâ Realm distrusted her words, believing Lady Meloâs own gentleness to be true gentleness, so they only dared to follow her.
Lady Melo looked at the followers behind her and gave Angel an apologetic look.
To Lady Melo, strict with etiquette, this act of forming a group around her and isolating Angel was also a form of disrespect.
To prevent this disrespect from continuing, Lady Melo subtly moved closer to Angel.
Now, the Talented Ones behind her were puzzled. Should they follow or not?
Only Siber said nothing, continuing to stay by Lady Meloâs side.
Since the range of the Mist Illusion Technique was limited, after a few seconds of confusion, they still followed, but kept a distance of two to three meters.
"My lord, please forgive their ignorance," Lady Melo said respectfully.
"Iâm not angry and thereâs nothing to forgive," Angel said truthfully. So far, none of these Talented Ones had done anything to disturb his emotions. Including that sly youngster, as Angel thought earlier, he wasnât opposed to the idea of the sly youngster wanting to seek protection, just as long as it wasnât from him.
While they were conversing, they passed through another corridor. According to Angelâs memory, only three corridors remained on the second floor. And the people in these corridors... had almost all been punished.
Some even met truly horrific fates.
Angel pondered for a moment and asked, "How many Talented Ones are left?"
Without hesitation, Lady Melo replied, "Three people. Golos, Bruiser, and Amisha."
"Barring any surprises, they should be ahead in these corridors. Hopefully, they survive. The brute watchman doesnât dare kill Transcendents, but he can torment Talented Ones at will, since they belong to the mortal rank."
Lady Melo initially didnât understand Angelâs meaning until she saw firsthand the appalling scenes in the new corridor and finally understood why Angel said: letâs hope they survive.
The other Talented Ones also saw the prisoners, some emaciated to the bone, some missing limbs, some lying in a pool of blood, already dead. As naĂŻve individuals with little worldly experience, their faces turned pale instantly.
They were somewhat relieved at this moment, having not met with much punishment themselves.
Maybe because they were farther back in the corridor, the brute watchman didnât bother to come over, sparing them?
But the truth was the opposite; the brute watchman knew they were Talented Ones from the Barbarian Cave, so he didnât dare to punish them too harshly.
The brute watchman, though fierce, was also discerning, knowing whom to offend and whom not to.
The Transcendents he extorted were all Wandering Wizards. Those with real backing, even if they were mortals, he wouldnât dare to touch.
Though he didnât dare, others would, like... the Princess.
As they walked through the new corridor, Lady Melo soon found a target.
"Itâs Amisha!" Lady Melo quickly stepped to the cell door, her face turning grim upon seeing Amishaâs tragic state.
Angel also saw the situation inside the cell and immediately set up an illusionary realm at the cell door to block the other Talented Onesâ view.
Lady Melo looked grateful toward Angel. After all, Amishaâs current condition was not suitable for men to see.
"Go in, and call me if you need anything," Angel said to Lady Melo.
Angelâs "need" naturally referred to healing spell techniques.
Lady Melo nodded in gratitude and walked into the mist.
The other Talented Ones exchanged glances, as they were walking behind and saw nothing. The only one who saw anything was Siber, who was with Lady Melo.
However, Siberâs expression was grim, with his fists clenched tightly, not saying a word.
The others didnât dare to ask, and could only wait silently at the prison entrance, guessing what had happened to Amisha.
During their wait, Angel suddenly shifted his gaze to a spot not far away.
There was no one there, but Angel felt a familiar aura.
He thought for a moment and then controlled a mist to envelop that spot.
As the mist spread, a red-haired figure appeared before him.
...
On the other side, in the cell.
Lady Melo walked over to Amisha with a face full of heartache.
Amisha was lying on the ground at this time, with her upper body clothes still on, but below it was tattered, with blood staining almost everything below her waist.
Aside from the injuries below, Amishaâs face was also slashed, looking both terrifying and hideous.
Amisha was unconscious at the moment, but her chest was still slightly heaving, indicating she was still alive. But, it was like a flickering candle, ready to go out at any moment.
Even in her unconscious state, when Lady Meloâs footsteps approached, Amishaâs body trembled noticeably.
This was the result of habitual fear.
Seeing this, Lady Melo felt even more heartbroken.
Amishaâs background wasnât good to begin with; her fatherâs identity was unknown, and her mother was a woman who made a living by selling her body. She had six children, but only two survived, with Amisha being one of them, and the other being a brother who went wandering after their motherâs death six months ago.
Amisha had previously lived near the garbage dump, relying on leftovers to survive. This was already miserable enough, but she now suffered such an ordeal.
While sighing, Lady Melo began to inspect Amishaâs injuries.
Initially, Lady Melo thought Amisha had been violated. But upon closer examination, she found it was not the case; it seemed more like she had been subjected to some kind of torture device.
The facial wounds were minor; the major injury was in the abdomen, which had internal ruptures leading to massive bleeding.
Filthy substances mixed into the internal organs, which was Amishaâs most severe injury.
If not cleaned and treated promptly, Amisha wouldnât survive the day.
Lady Melo knew some Healing Magic, but Healing Magic could only close wounds. It was incapable of cleansing the internal organs tainted by filth.
Even if a surgery was performed to clean it bit by bit, it might not thoroughly remove the impurities. Moreover, this would also harm Amisha.
Helpless, Lady Melo sent a signal for assistance to Angel outside.
Soon, a person entered the cell.
Unexpectedly for Lady Melo, besides Angel, a red-haired young man also appeared.
Lady Melo was no stranger to this red-haired young man, as knowing Official Wizards to avoid offending them is a mandatory skill for apprentices.
"Red Sword" Dox!
"Tsk tsk tsk, what a pity. Judging by the injuries, it was probably caused by the seesaw at the entrance. Such thick spikes, that princess indeed has a vivid imagination," Dox remarked.
Angel, upon seeing the injuries, also guessed they were caused by the seesaw. The fat guard wouldnât dare do something like this; only that so-called princess could have done it.
"Lord Red Sword, are you certain it was the princess who did this?" Lady Melo suppressed her emotions, not even inquiring why Dox was there, but instead asked directly.
"You know me? Hahaha, indeed, my fame is widespread." After a burst of laughter, and receiving no response, Dox didnât feel awkward and continued, "Of course it was her. I took a stroll around the castle, and almost every woman inside, including the female knights, had slashes on their faces. That woman, no, that little brat, I donât know who taught her, but her nature is twisted, resembling a demon more than a human."
Amisha had similar slashes on her face, indicating it was the work of the princess.
"I understand, thank you for the information, my lord." A hint of anger flashed in Lady Meloâs eyes, but she quickly restrained her unwarranted emotions. The more pressing issue was saving Amisha.
Lady Melo placed her hopeful gaze on Angel.
Angel then conducted a thorough examination of Amisha using his spiritual power.
While he was examining, Dox spoke sarcastically on the side, "Completely saving her from these injuries is no easy task. The filth has already spread, causing organ failure. Unless the failure is reversed and the filth completely eradicated, survival is nearly impossible."
"Can you save her?" Angel completed his examination, stood up, and looked at Dox.
Dox gave an embarrassed smile, "I used to have a secret potion that could save even if the whole body was decayed, but now, well..."
"If you canât save her, stop babbling," Angel turned his head away, not bothering with Dox.
Then, Angel took out a scroll emitting a faint white light from his bracelet.
As the scroll unfolded, even though it wasnât activated, a holy power gradually began to diffuse.
"Whatâs that, a Magic Rune Scroll?" Dox curiously looked over, "Why do I sense a mysterious aura? Could it be a Mysterious Parchment?"
"It merely contains a mysterious aura, far from being a Mysterious Parchment," Angel said calmly.
This is the "Sunlight Garden" Magic Rune Scroll. Back in Fengâs painted world, Angel had drawn this type of Magic Rune Scroll to test the Mad Hatâs coronation.
The "Sunlight Garden" possesses self-cleansing, holy healing, anti-contamination, temperature regulation, simple defense, and restoration of physical and mental strength effects.
Coupled with the White Hatâs coronation, this Sunlight Garden Scrollâs effect is even greater. Itâs enough to address Amishaâs injuries.
With the self-cleaning effect of the Sunlight Garden, combined with the holy healing, Amishaâs internal filth and organ failure would receive satisfactory restoration.
Of course, Angel actually had other treatment methods, but they would always leave some hidden dangers.
Only by using the Sunlight Garden can Amisha be entirely cured, ensuring her potential isnât diminished.
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