Section 662 Vanishing Anada
On the other side, Sanders in the study looked at the "Monument of the Strange Ring" in his hand.
As he tossed and turned, he soon saw the emblem hidden in a magical pattern beneath the pedestal: a lionheart entwined in thorns.
Sanders rolled his eyes and understood what Ingres was thinking.
"This kid has come this far, huh?" Sanders laughed.
Instead of immediately experimenting with the Ring Monument, he placed him at one end of his desk, side by side with the falcon ornament. Both ornaments are made by Ingres, but it is obvious from the appearance that Ingres's growth in the concept of alchemy.
"Hopefully, you can go further. A smile tugged at Sanders' lips.
At this time, the door of the study was violently pushed open, and Flora walked in angrily: "I'm almost angry with Xiaohong, every time I see Angel, I take the initiative to send flowers, and I want to be angry and have no place to sprinkle!"
"What? Angel you off. Sanders raised an eyebrow.
"Of course not, it wasn't him who made me angry. Flora didn't mind showing her anger at Angel because of someone's anger.
Sanders raised his eyebrows: "I let you go through the main door, just to ask you to follow the rules." β
"Why do you follow the rules, I'm a wizard and not a mortal. If I can follow the rules and then I will obey them. Flora rolled her eyes, and then she saw the Strange Ring Monument on the table: "What is this? I haven't seen it last time I've been here, it's pretty ......"
Flora leaned over, "Hey, this diamond-shaped interior ribbon pattern is quite interesting." Mentor, what is this?"
"The Monument of the Strange Ring, something more interesting on the inside than on the outside. β
"What's inside it?" said Flora, playing with the Monument of the Strange Ring, looking intrigued.
"Alright, we'll talk about that later, let's get down to business. I'm looking for you this time because I'm going to make a trip to the Nightmare Realm. β
Flora's expression converged, and her face became more and more solemn as Sanders spoke. Finally, she nodded, "I see." β
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Ingres' bedroom.
"Do you have something to do with me?" Ingres opened the bedroom door and looked at Whipbiton wandering back and forth in the hallway outside the door.
Since Angels returned to the bedroom, he felt that Huby had been hovering in front of his door, reaching out with his mental power tentacles, and found that this kid didn't dare to knock on the door, just kept muttering something in his mouth, and his face was anxious.
When Hubyton saw Angel open the door, there was surprise and hesitation in his eyes: "Young Master Pat...... I just wanted to ask for one thing. β
Ingres leaned against the doorframe, "What's the matter? Are you still thinking about Peter Pan?"
"Peter Pan?" Whitton was stunned, "I'd love to know the story of Peter Pan, but there's something else I want to ask...... Has the young master seen Anada recently?"
A figure flashed in Angela's mind, a sexy stunner with a proud figure. This person is the gangster leader he once met in Daredevil, born with divine powers, I heard that he is the daughter of the captain of the city defense, and he is also the childhood sweetheart of Huibiton.
At the beginning, because Angel did not bring Anada to the savage cave, he was noisy and sprinkled by Whitton for a long time. However, it was Hubyton who was venting his emotions, and Angel ignored him.
"Why did you ask me about it all of a sudden, how could I know her whereabouts? Angler paused, "I haven't been back since I left Daredevil. β
"Is she missing? Instead of asking me, let's ask her relatives. β
Hubidon's face showed urgency: "The day before yesterday, when my grandfather and I went to Windmill Town to purchase supplies, we met her father, Captain Neboya, and he told me that Anada was missing. β
Windmill Town is located near the Mirrored World, and is one of several airports in the Savage Caverns.
"She's gone, what's the point of you asking me?" Ingres raised an eyebrow.
"Captain Neboya told me that Anada said that she listened to you and wanted to fight. It's been almost half a year since I left. Hubyton said urgently.
Ingres was stunned for a moment, he didn't seem to say anything to Anada, did he?
"What does she want to fight?" Ingres frowned.
"Wizard, she wants to be a wizard. Captain Neboya told me that the young master had told her that she still had a glimmer of hope of becoming a wizard. β
Angel's eyebrows furrowed, Anada wanted to be a wizard, this was what Ingres knew from the beginning.
However, Anada's mental power value is less than 10 points, and she can't reach the edge of a talent. That's why he didn't take her with him when he took Hubigon to the Savage Cave in the first place.
However, he had told Anada that there was a glimmer of hope?
Is there one?
Ingres pondered for a moment, as if there was such a thing. At the beginning, because he didn't have a space bracelet, he went to the twilight well and bought a lot of things, so he hired Anada, who was born with divine powers, as a coolie. Later, when Anada asked him how to become a wizard, he did reveal something to her because he was in a good mood.
However, the reason why Angel was willing to say it in the first place was because the Twilight Well had its own large array, which would make the non-gifted forget all about the Twilight Well. Ingres thought that even if he told Anada, she would be forgotten if she left the twilight well.
Did she not forget, or did she write it down by other means, for example, on paper?
Ingres pondered for a moment and said to Whitton, "I once told her that her mental power value is not enough, and the only way to become a wizard is to increase her mental power value. And how to increase, I only told her one way, to get the night potion. β
"Presumably, she left to find the Elixir of the Night, right?" Ingres speculated.
"Even so, there must be a place to find the night potion, right? Young Master really doesn't know where she went?"
Angel shook his head, and in Wheybiton's disappointed eyes, handed him the plate that had been eaten and cleaned.
"She's also an adult, she has her own ideas, she wants to chase her ideals, just let her go. No matter how much you worry, you can't change her decision. Angel said, closing the door.
After a moment of silence, Angels walked over to the windowsill.
He saw Wheybiton walking out of the manor with a dejected face, and Steward Goode stood behind him, shaking his head and sighing.
In fact, he didn't say a sentence just now: only after hitting the wall, will he learn to grow up.
But he thought about it later and didn't say it. Although the Night Elixir is very cherished, nothing can be said to be absolute, maybe persistence can really be exchanged for success, and Anada may finally find the Night Elixir.
Everyone in this world is alive and has a different life trajectory, and no one knows where fate will lead them in the end.
Angels' gaze slowly moved to another placeβSanders' study.
From his point of view, he could only see that the lights were still on in Sanders's study, and he could not see anything inside.
I don't know if Sanders has entered the Nightmare Realm?
It was dark, and a black cloud came from nowhere over the Phantom Island, and after a flash of lightning, heavy rain poured down with thunder.
Watching the rain mark different paths on the glass window, Angel suddenly sighed, shook his head and closed the curtains.
The sun shines on the sky, and the clouds open and the fog disperses.
Ingres stretched, he had been working all night last night refining the Alchemy Illusion with mysterious figurative objects, and finally refined five different finished products. They are all falcon ornaments, but the movements and appearance of the falcons are slightly different.
Looking at the time, it was already seven o'clock in the morning.
Come to think of it, Sanders should have returned from the Nightmare Realm, after all, entering and exiting the Nightmare Realm is a matter of moments.
Angels put away the falcon ornament and prepared to report to the study.
While walking through the corridor on the second floor, Ingres met Butler Goode, who was walking from the direction of the kitchen: "Master Pat, you came just in time. Today's breakfast was fresh milk from Windmill Town's Stretch Pasture, as well as butter wheat bread. The fruit selection was ......"
Goode reported a list of early orders, and Angel quickly interrupted him: "Let's put these foods in the restaurant first, I'll go over later." β
Goode nodded slightly.
"Steward Good, mentor...... Is there any movement?" Ingres thought for a moment and asked in a different way, "I mean, did he tell you what to do earlier?"
Goode shook his head: "Adults haven't eaten for a long time, and they usually only eat on some special days." β
"Did the mentor leave the room today?"
"No, there isn't. Goode paused: "However, in the early hours of yesterday morning, I seemed to see Miss Flora leave. β
Flora is gone?Angel thought for a moment and let go of her worries. In that case, Sanders should have returned from the Nightmare Realm without any problems.
Saying goodbye to Goode, Angel went to Saunders' study.
But before he could knock on the door, a tired voice came from inside the door: "Angel, is there something wrong?"
"Mentor, I've already refined the Alchemy Illusion, I'll send it over. Angels quickly took out a row of falcon ornaments from his bracelet.
After a while, Sanders' reply came from inside: "I know. β
With a flash of energy, the falcon ornament in Angel's hand disappeared in an instant.
"Are you okay? If you're okay, just retreat. β
Sanders doesn't seem to have any plans to see him.
Angel thought for a moment and asked in a low voice, "Mentor, about the area where the mysterious attic is located......"
"We'll talk about that later. β
Before Ingres could finish speaking, Sanders directly interrupted his inquiry.
Now that Sanders had made up his mind, Ingres could only nod and leave, even if his heart was full of doubts.
When Angels left, a wind rolled up in the dark study.
The wind blew up the curtains, and the morning light shone in slightly. But seeing the blood all over the ground, accompanied by the sound of ticking, Sanders, who was soaked in blood, let out a long breath.