When Angel’s gaze landed on the keyhole of the Qingkong Poetry Room’s door, both Adanis and Olao, who were just a wall away, held their breath.
What will they do next? He’s discovered the door’s latch... Does he have the key?
"There’s definitely no way they’ll have the key, absolutely not." Adanis asserted confidently, trying to reassure herself.
Olao didn’t respond, but he internally agreed with Adanis.
In the past, Adanis had banished many Noah descendants, and through these repeated exiles, she learned that the blueprint for refining the key to the Qingkong Poetry Room had been lost by the Noah descendants.
And now, it’s possible that the Noah descendants aren’t even aware that a key is needed for the Qingkong Poetry Room.
Even if, by some remote chance, the Noah clan found the blueprint again, they would most likely not recognize it as the key to the Qingkong Poetry Room.
Because the alchemy blueprint describes not a typical key but a short sword!
This short sword is a genuine alchemy weapon with astonishing power; even if refined, it would be hard to associate it with a "key."
So, taking all this into account, Olao did not believe they would have the key to the Qingkong Poetry Room’s door.
However, Olao still held a sliver of hope.
Because, apart from the governed entities, this world also has things that fall out of discussion.
For example, the Skeleton Key, which can open any lock.
Also, the Wild Growth Kingdom of Plants, a vine that can claim anything it touches as its own, turning even a locked door into a curtain of wisteria flowers with ease; whether locked or not becomes irrelevant.
Such things that are out of discussion are actually mysterious objects.
The effects of mysterious objects are often unexpected. Besides the ones Olao had heard of, there are many more mysterious objects he wasn’t aware of that could also open the door.
And their methods vary.
Such as "Cloyd’s Lament," which makes all emotionally charged words spoken aloud come true. However, the fulfillment tends to be negative.
For instance, saying in an angry tone: "This wall is such a nuisance, why doesn’t it just disappear from this world?"
Upon speaking these words, the wall would vanish, and the so-called locked door would no longer exist.
Unfortunately, that mysterious object is currently with Feng. And Feng, is now far away in the internal Shell World.
Then there was a Nightmare Realm creature Angel had once encountered - the Fox-Harp Player. The harp it always carried, named the Fire Fox Harp, could evoke the desires within all beings when played.
With the Fire Fox Harp, one could manipulate the desires of Adanis or Olao, making them abandon reason and proactively open the door from within.
So, there are indeed many ways to open the door, but all invariably require extraordinary means.
Yet Angel, even under Adanis’s layers of obstruction, managed to overcome all hurdles and press forward triumphantly, even subduing infant spirits from another world; having some extraordinary means is believable.
That’s why Olao hasn’t given up hope.
He’s eagerly anticipating that someone outside, especially Angel, will eventually bring out an object out of discussion and open the Qingkong Poetry Room’s door. Even if it ultimately damages the entire structure, it doesn’t matter.
But Olao’s hopes were not realized.
For there was no such out of discussion object, instead, something even more surprising appeared.
—The key to the Qingkong Poetry Room’s door!
Angel retrieved a beautifully crafted short sword from his bracelet and inserted it into the hole on the wall. There were no special effects or dramatic waves; the wall simply parted down the middle.
Everyone immediately assumed a defensive stance.
They had been forewarned that the Qingkong Poetry Room might be filled with ambushes summoned by Adanis from the Mirror World.
The door could very likely open to reveal a torrent of magical creatures, so everyone remained cautious, defense spells at the ready.
Surprisingly, when the door opened, they weren’t met by monsters but by a young man with vacant eyes and Adanis, equally vacant...
Both sides stood staring at each other, the silence stretching on.
The man with the hat finally stammered, "Ah, you’ve come, have come indeed?"
"Are you Olao?" the Black Earl asked.
The man with the hat seemed to snap out of it then, nodding at the Black Earl, "Yes, I am Olao."
Confirming that the man is the amicable Olao they’re aware of, the Black Earl intended to ask further if those with Noah’s bloodline could enter.
But before the Black Earl could ask, Adanis’s raspy voice cut him off.
"Why, why do you have the key? Why!!"
In fact, it wasn’t just Adanis; even Olao couldn’t believe how Angel and the others had found the key.
"The key?" Angel weighed the short sword he had just pulled out from the wall, "You mean this?"
"Of course, it was refined," he said.
As Angel spoke, he tossed the short sword backward to Kaier.
The short sword belonged to Kaier originally, so this was just returning it to its rightful owner. As for how he would open that wall in the Nightmare Realm in the future, that wasn’t a difficult problem; simply refining another one would do.
"How did you know this short sword is the key?" Adanis continued to ask, now uncaring of where they obtained the blueprint. She just wanted to know why they identified the short sword as the key.
Clearly, the Noah descendants who knew these insider details had become empty-hearted people, with no memories left.
How did they find out?