Looking at the back of Sanders leaving, Ingres felt slightly uneasy in his heart. He had a gut feeling that perhaps the Sleepless City would continue to ferment, especially since he had just returned from Pocrates, and looking at Pocrates' desolate and miserable appearance, Ingres seemed to see the future Sleepless City.

What exactly is their purpose in Yorkshire, they still haven't figured it out. As for the extent to which the City of Sleepless will reach in the end, no one knows.

Angel shook his head, it wasn't his turn to worry about these things. He simply continued to ride the gondola and slowly drove towards Phantom Island.

The weather on Phantom Island has always been fine, and Angel followed the flowing clouds and arrived at the range of Phantom Island in a short time.

Along the way, the gondolas he rode were frequently looked at, and when most of the vehicles were broomsticks, the gondolas looked a little pompous. Fortunately, there is a starry sky curtain, but few people find out who the person riding on the gondola is.

After arriving at the Phantom Island, before Angel entered the island, he saw a graceful figure walking on the sky bridge connecting the Phantom Island.

"Nausicaa, why are you here?" said Ingre.

Nausicaa held her pipe in her hand, and her mouth was puffing out a faint smoke that blended with the clouds, looking rather ethereal.

She walked all the way to Ingres's side, bringing with her a quiet and elegant scent of roses.

"I've been waiting for you to appear at the nearby Falling Cloud Leaf Platform, but I didn't expect this to be a week. Nausicaa stroked her hair, and suddenly her expression was certain, with a hint of strangeness: "How do I feel, I haven't seen you for a week, and your strength seems to have taken a big step?"

"That's your delusion. Ingres digressed from the subject: "What are you waiting for me for?"

"Didn't you ask me to help you see the bloodline problem of the Kulakuka clan, that's why I'm waiting for you here, if you don't come back, I guess I'll have to find a safe place to merge with the bloodline. Although she had spent a week in the field, Nausicaa's face was not full of fear, but full of hope for the future.

"Fusion bloodlines are a risky thing, and you must be prepared for everything. Ingres earnestly advised.

"Naturally, I've not only stayed at the Falling Cloud Leaf platform to wait for you these days, but also went to the Cloud Library to rent the bloodline information about Ned Demon, and I already have some understanding of the general situation. Add to that the news that Spicevy told me, and the risk is already very low. ”

"That's fine. Angel walked towards the center of the Illusory Island with Nausicaa, "Speaking of which, although I have heard rumors about the Ned Demon, I have never really seen what the Ned Demon is like, and when you fuse the bloodline, you will not grow any strange things, such as flesh wings and demon tails, right?" ”

"The Ned Demon is very similar to a human, but it is about twice as large as a human. The head has horns, and the demon tail must have it too. Nausicaa shrugged: "As for what changes will occur in the body of the fusion bloodline, this is not something I can control, but I don't pay attention to my appearance, I can look like anything, as long as it can make me go further, I can pay any price." ”

Nausicaa's nature is like this, and her dream is to be immortal. But Angel understands very well, and she says that when it comes time to pay the price, she has a ruler in her heart. For example, freedom and the bottom line, she will never cross it, but if it is simply a change in appearance, it is a drizzle for her, and she doesn't care at all.

Speaking of blood, Ingres unconsciously thought of another close friend, Sellum.

Angel: "Speaking of bloodlines, I think of what David told me that Syrum disappeared before you went to Sky Machine City to participate in the Purification Garden, supposedly to ......"

Nausicaa: "Fusion of bloodlines." ”

"Yes, David said he went to fuse the bloodline...... But almost four months have passed, and he has yet to appear. Do you know where he went?"

Nausicaa shook her head, mentioning Syrum, Nausicaa's expression was also slightly worried, the blue bloodline is a bottle full of unknown and danger, no one knows what the risk will be. In addition, Sailum has never shown up, which makes her can't help but worry.

Nausicaa pondered for a moment: "I don't know where he went, but maybe someone does. ”

Angels: "Who?"

In Ingres' dismayed eyes, Nausicaa spat out a name that Ingres had never thought of: "Scholar." ”

Nausicaa: "Do you remember what was the most precious thing in Serum?"

Ingres nodded, anyone who had been in contact with Serum, even if he had only observed Serum, knew it: "Books, he has a thick-shelled book that he carries with him." ”

"That's right, it's the book. I don't know what he had in mind, but his paranoia about that book led him to meet the old scholar. The old scholar told him that if he wanted to turn the book into a spirit, he had to become a sage. For this purpose, Serum is so attached to the blue bloodline. Nausicaa paused: "Since the scholar told him about this, I guess the scholar will also know about Sairum's traces." ”

"But I know what, the old scholar hasn't appeared for a long time. Nausicaa sighed.

Angel was also a little disappointed, the character of the old scholar was the most eccentric among the three ancestral spirits, and he usually lived in the cloud library, and no one could see him, and no one could see him. Although Ingres had met the old book, he never saw the old book when he went to the library after that.

Angel sighed: "That's no way, it's his own choice, I must respect him, I just hope he can be safe." ”

Because of the vanished Serum, the mood of both of them was a little obscure.

It was a long time before Angel broke his silence, but this time he turned to the Kurakuka tribe.

Although he had already mentioned the situation of the Kurakuka tribe a little when he was in Machine City, it was still a little undetailed, and Angels simply repeated it, including Sanders's advice to the Kurakuka tribe, and he also said it.

After hearing this, Nausicaa did not immediately express her opinion, after all, she had not really met the Kulakuka tribe, and it was useless to say anything now.

"I didn't expect Lord Sanders to allow you to place the Kulakuka clan in his mansion. Nausicaa looked surprised.

Ingres didn't realize that Sanders's image in his eyes was completely different from that of others.

With the constant roar of phantom beasts coming from the forest, they came all the way to the center of Phantom Island.

This was the first time Nausicaa had come to Sanders' mansion, even if she knew that Sanders was not here, she was very restrained, and from the moment she entered the manor, she tensed her body and even spoke a lot less.

Steward Goode also greeted him at this time, "Young Master Pat." ”

Angel nodded, motioning for Goode to take Nausicaa to the flower room to check on the Kulakuka tribe, and he went back to the bedroom and changed into a loose and comfortable wizard's robe. Although the gentleman's suit did not show any traces of dirtiness, after wearing it for so many days, Angels himself was a little disgusted.

Refreshingly walking out of the bedroom, Angels walked towards the flower room, but before he could step out of the door, he smelled a very fragrant smell, which aroused his long-dormant appetite.

In a daze, Angel followed the taste to the kitchen.

At the kitchen door, Angels meets another guest who is hungry for the scent: Whitton.

Even though he was dressed in the characteristic costume of the Dark Shadow Servant, his diminutive figure revealed his identity, and he kept sniffing in the cracks of the kitchen, looking very enjoyable, as if he had eaten a good meal just by smelling it.

Before Angel could get closer, another Dark Shadow servant walked over, scolded Whipbiton, and dragged him away.

As he passed by Ingres' side, the Dark Shadow Servant paused and whispered to Angle, "I've seen Master Pat. ”

Ingres listened to the familiar voice and wondered, "Are you ...... 233？”

"Yes. ”

Number 233, when Ingres was knocked unconscious by the parasitic mother, it was he who incarnated as Ingres and ran to participate in the rest of the Sky Tower race in his place, so Ingres is still familiar with his voice.

"233, who's inside?" Ingres pointed to the location of the kitchen.

Without waiting for 233 to answer, Hubyton preemptively said, "I know! It's Mistress Grea!"

233 knocked on Wheybiton's head: "It's not big or small, there's no place for you to talk here." ”

Although it was condemning, 233's tone was clearly doting. Ingres didn't expect that Hubyton's life here would be prosperous.

After saying goodbye to SCP-233, Angels made his way to the kitchen door again. Sure enough, as Whipbiton said, Grea's voice was heard inside.

But it's not a good word, and Grea doesn't know who she's talking to, and her words are constantly swearing and scolding.

Confused, Angel pushed the kitchen door open a crack. The result immediately caught Greya's attention: "Angel, you're back?"

Angel sneered, pushed open the kitchen door, and stepped inside.

As soon as Fang approached, Angel noticed who Grea was training just now...... It was also a group of Dark Shadow Servants, but their robes were not black, but white.

Angel knew who they were, the chef in charge of the food here.

"Where's your mentor, didn't come back with you?" asked Grell, tending to the ingredients in her hand.

"Master Wallace called the Mentor to the City of Sleepless again. Angel briefly explained the situation on the Sleepless side.

Grea pursed her lips and did not comment on the matter, but kept complaining about Sanders's violent murder.

Angel listened carefully and realized that Sanders was eating all extremely precious ingredients, and this Ingres knew it. However, Sanders doesn't have a food wizard here, and these ingredients are all extremely simple to handle and put on the table.

Grea angrily scolded this group of chefs for not knowing how to cook these ingredients at all, and making the best ingredients as if they were inferior.

Angel is experienced...... The last time Angels had dinner here, he never stayed here to eat because the ingredients were so scary and almost raw.

"If it weren't for their tyranny, I wouldn't have bothered to do it. Grea paused: "Since you're back, I'll leave you one in the kitchen, and you remember to come and eat later." ”

Angel's eyes lit up, and he nodded like garlic, for fear that Grea would regret it in the next second.