“What ‘Magic Power’ does the ‘Misty’ Cabin possess to consecutively yield such breakthrough phenomena?”
With Pulapa, it might have been a fluke, but this time it looks like it might be an offspring of a sea demon?
Unaware of the outside world’s discussions, Angel’s feelings at this time were somewhat complex. He had been thinking that if another unique phenomenon occurred, the Misty Cabin would certainly get noticed and naturally attract more customers.
But when the results of the first batch of customers were so good, even beyond his expectations, his mood became both joyful and complicated.
The talents of the demons were truly frightening. So far, Angel had only allowed six demons to join the experience journey, and yet, unique phenomena had emerged one after another. It’s difficult to imagine what it might look like if more demons joined.
Although Angel had previously told Fafnir that he was just doing business and did not care whether demons and humans were hostile towards each other, looking at all these powerfully talented demons, Angel still felt a pang of regret, as if he were nurturing potential enemies.
He hoped that one day he wouldn’t encounter these demons on the battlefield.
After sending away this batch of customers, Angel had intended to rest for a bit. Given the current trend, it should not take long for a new batch of customers to arrive.
However, just then, Angel heard some movements behind him.
Turning around, he saw the Half-Blood Demon that had caused a huge commotion earlier and produced a massive Phantom Shadow, seemingly having returned after a departure.
Angel remembered that it had mentioned its name—it was Canaan.
Angel smiled and pointed to a sign on one side, “Our shop does not serve repeat customers, only once per customer.”
“I’m not here for a repeat experience,” Canaan lowered its head, “I just want to ask the owner a question.”
Suddenly Canaan lifted its head, eyes filled with suspicion, “Are you really an Indigenous Person?”
Canaan’s words sent a chill through Angel’s heart—had his Disguise Technique been seen through?
“Why would you say something like that all of a sudden?” Angel replied, still smiling, but his gaze swiftly glanced at Fafnir who was nearby.
Canaan seemed to notice Angel’s gaze and quickly said, “I’m just puzzled… because the way you speak Abyss Language is very peculiar, it doesn’t sound like an Indigenous Person’s accent.”
“Is there a uniform standard for accents in Abyss Language?” Angel raised an eyebrow.
“I used to live in a mixed settlement, nearly inhabited by tribes of Indigenous People from the barren lands, so I’ve heard many accents. The owner’s accent doesn’t seem to match those of the tribes, but rather it resembles… a human who’s used to speaking the common tongue, applying the pronunciation rules of the common tongue to Abyss Language.”
Canaan delivered the last sentence in the common tongue.
After finishing, Canaan looked at Angel with an inquisitive gaze.
Angel remained expressionless, yet inwardly he felt a sense of poignancy; it wasn’t the Disguise Technique that gave him away, but the accent.
However, even if uncovered by Canaan, Angel could not possibly admit to it, simply snorting coldly, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Just because you haven’t heard it, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. Moreover, what does it have to do with you?”
As Angel spoke, Canaan also noticed that the dark-skinned woman was looking at it with a profound gaze, and a sense of danger began to slowly climb up its spine.
Quickly, Canaan said, “I didn’t mean anything by it, I just wanted to say that after those few Half-Blood Demons left, they also started to doubt the owner’s identity… It’s not about the accent, but in Lassudral there’s a custom that Demon Language is the formal language, and Abyss Language is seldom used.”
Angel was becoming a bit impatient, “What exactly are you trying to say with all this?”
“I mean, if the owner doesn’t mind, I can help the owner receive the customers.”