Angel walked forward: "What are you still doing lying down? It’s time to get up."
Fortunately, Angel didn’t retract Earl Mi’s protective measures; otherwise, if others saw the horned Half-Blood Demon lying on the ground, they might imagine things—this is specifically referring to Dox.
The horned Half-Blood Demon silently stood up, closed his eyes for several seconds, and his turbulent emotions slowly settled, returning to his initial elegant and handsome appearance.
Angel ensured his emotions weren’t fluctuating anymore before retracting Earl Mi’s protective measures.
As soon as the Ghostly Shadows protection was removed, Angel saw Dox rushing over, peeking left and right.
"What are you doing?" Angel frowned and asked.
"I’m seeing if my inspiration can appear, helping me review what you all discussed." Dox unabashedly spoke out.
Including Angel, everyone speechlessly looked at Dox... yet you claim not to be a Prophet Wizard! Whose inspiration is used like this?
"Did you find anything?" Angel asked, grinning at Dox.
Dox suddenly fell silent, pausing for a moment: "Even if I find something, I’m not telling you."
After speaking, Dox quite proudly turned around and went to the side of the group.
Angel speechlessly watched his back, the more he understood this guy, the more he felt his appearance and personality don’t match at all; obviously, he looks strongly handsome, yet why is his inner self so complicated?
Angel shook his head and returned to the side of the group, standing beside the Black Earl.
"I’ve said everything I should’ve said, but what I should’ve asked, I haven’t asked." Angel: "Just waiting for it now, together."
As Angel said this, it was very sincere and open, also hoping to win back the trust of the group.
Black Earl nodded: "Then let’s begin."
After a pause, the Black Earl said, "By the way, the people pursuing us behind have suffered a bit. I estimate they won’t catch up for a while. However, more people have already entered the smoke channel."
Previously, the Black Earl had told Angel that he had discovered some situations at the positioning point, which was probably what he was referring to. However, there were still some details that Angel had some questions about, and he intended to inquire in detail after this was over.
...
"You can ask, but I prefer one person asking at a time; I don’t like hearing multiple voices simultaneously. Also, try not to inquire about events from ten thousand years ago in Naraku City because there’s a contract restriction. But as for recent matters here, I can talk to you about them, or maybe you’re interested in hearing stories about those who came before you in exploring this place?" The curly-horned Half-Blood Demon walked over, regaining his previous sense of superiority.
Angel even felt that it was more annoying than before.
"So many rules." Dox muttered quietly, "Moreover, who wants to hear stories about those who came before us? What kind of pathfinders are they? They were simply robbers, weren’t they?"
"I like the term ’robber.’ So, are you not robbers yourselves?" The curly-horned Half-Blood Demon raised an eyebrow.
Dox: "Of course not. We have a deeper purpose for being here."
The curly-horned Half-Blood Demon squinted his eyes, as if pondering something, and after a while, he said, "I don’t know what your purpose here is, but I want to say that there are indeed still some treasures here. If you’ve come for these treasures, then you would still be... robbers."
Dox: "We are explorers, archaeologists. How can the gains from this process be considered robbery?"
"And what about those I mentioned as pathfinders doing similar things?"
Seeing the argument between Dox and the curly-horned Half-Blood Demon escalating, Angel reluctantly stepped forward: "Alright, let’s leave our purpose aside; just focus on answering questions. Also, Dox, you..."
Dox: "Me? What about me?"
Angel thought for a moment, estimating that talking to Dox would waste time again, so he gently lowered his raised finger: "It’s nothing. I’ll ask, you just listen."
After saying this, regardless of Dox’s expression, Angel looked at the curly-horned Half-Blood Demon: "Although you always call me an uncivilized person, before we begin, let me introduce myself. I am Anger Pat."
The curly-horned Half-Blood Demon: "You can call me—Day."
The others didn’t find anything wrong with the name "Day," but Angel understood that this guy was deliberately being provocative. Since his descendant had "Night," he became "Day."
"Alright, Day. Can you start answering our questions now?" Angel deliberately emphasized the word "Day" when he said it.
The curly-horned Half-Blood Demon curved his lips: "Ask away."
"Ten thousand years ago..."
Before Angel could finish, Day interrupted him: "I said before, I can hardly answer anything from ten thousand years ago."
"Including why Naraku City fell, you can’t answer?" Angel asked.
Day was silent for a moment before nodding: "I can’t answer. However, doesn’t the outside world have any records of it? If you’re really curious, you should go and find out yourselves."
Angel: "Alright. Then let me change the question; have you heard of the Mirror Demon God?"
This question, the Black Earl asked before, but Day brushed it off with a simple, "I won’t answer your questions."
Now that Angel was asking again, Day hesitated slightly.
"Mirror Demon God... Why is it always the Mirror Demon God? Who exactly is this Demon God?" Day murmured softly.
"What do you mean? Can you explain more clearly?"
Day thought for a moment and said: "This actually relates to events before the fall of Naraku City, but it shouldn’t be confidential... Let me briefly say something."
What Day said was really brief, because he feared that going into detail would violate the contract.
In summary, just one sentence: they were a group of lunatics, and it seemed like someone was instigating them from behind.
"Weren’t their targets the Hanging Jail Stairway?" Angel asked.
"Their target was the Hanging Jail Stairway?" Day asked in surprise, "I’ve never heard of that."
Upon hearing Day’s response, Angel felt something was strange. Based on reasoning and the positioning of the Underground Church, as well as the information left by the Demon God’s followers, the official institutions they attacked must have been the Hanging Jail Stairway.