Over the years, Fritz had thought of many methods, but because this place is overseas and he couldn’t find a powerful elemental sub-wizard to help, he never overcame this step.
Until he met a flame creature with intelligence and a high enough flame temperature... Dangross.
"That’s how it was. Dangross managed to melt it, but Fritz overestimated his research capabilities. The melted Rockborn Sol-Gel caused a flash fire, rapidly burning down the palace," Frode sighed. "The fire was so fierce that even though the entire Royal Wizard Group was dispatched, they couldn’t control it."
Angel: "Neya couldn’t handle it either?"
Frode: "Neya wasn’t there at the time. But even if she were, it would have been difficult to control since it involved a special kind of flame."
"How did they eventually control it?"
Frode: "Dangross absorbed the flames. At first, Dangross was stunned when making the Rockborn Sol-Gel and only regained composure after five minutes, but by then the fire had already spread to Cypress Street."
"But in the end, it was lucky. At least no one was burned to death."
Upon hearing Frode’s account, Angel breathed a slight sigh of relief; he had initially thought Dangross caused the trouble. Overall, it was clearly more Fritz’s fault.
"How is Dangross doing now?"
"Dangross wasn’t punished, but Fritz was locked up by Neya," Frode said. "Although Drue said Dangross has been feeling quite down lately, presumably due to the palace burning incident."
"Drue came to talk about it, probably to convey Dangross’s current state," Frode said. "But in my opinion, it’s likely that the Royal Wizard Group is scared of Dangross and asked Drue to report to you, sir."
In other words, they hope Angel will take Dangross away as soon as possible.
Angel nodded knowingly, "I understand. I’ll go check on Dangross later."
Dangross being able to produce fire capable of melting Rockborn Sol-Gel surprised Angel. Previously, Angel regarded Dangross more as a social master, with weak fire abilities, but now, it seems its flame power is not bad?
When he picks up Dangross later, Angel plans to closely observe its abilities.
For the first time, Angel felt a tinge of curiosity about Dangross’s flame.
...
Before looking for Dangross, Angel decided to first prepare for his meeting with Nis.
Upon entering the Wilderness of Dreams, the place Angel appeared was still in Nis’s loft.
He nodded gently to Tullas and Mandhela and proceeded to the second floor.
Unexpectedly, the second floor was quite clean this time. The previously messy piles of books scattered on the floor were all neatly arranged against the wall.
The side and skylights covered with piles of drafts last time had been cleaned, and the windows on the walls and ceiling were opened, allowing natural light to pour in. This brightness made the originally cramped second floor appear a bit more spacious.
Angel was puzzled as to why Nis suddenly became so diligent until he circled the bookshelf and reached near the desk, where he understood.
There near Nis’s desk was an exquisite tea table, at which a kind-looking old lady with silver hair was elegantly using a spoon to stir her tea cup.
Upon seeing her, Angel understood why Nis had become so diligent; it was because Ironclad Granny was present.
"Granny," Angel respectfully greeted her with a bow.
Ironclad Granny beamed at Angel and gestured for him to take a seat opposite the tea table. She personally brewed a cup of Silver Thread Herbal Tea and placed it in front of Angel.
Most surprisingly, Ironclad Granny also took out a cup of milk, pouring it all into the tea, indicating for Angel to taste it.
Angel: So, does everyone know his preferences now...
"Granny, did you come because of the Underground Altar?" Angel had come to discuss with Nis the clues from Dororo’s prophetic visions last time.
And Angel was aware that Nis had sought Ironclad Granny’s guidance on the related information. However, he hadn’t expected Ironclad Granny to come here personally.
After all, the affair of the Underground Altar wasn’t really a big deal.
"Yes," Ironclad Granny sipped her tea, nodding.
"Is Granny also interested in the Underground Altar?"
Ironclad Granny: "I wasn’t initially, but after seeing the scenes from Dororo’s prophecy, I’ve taken some interest."
"What in the prophecy interested Granny?" Angel asked, deeply curious.
Ironclad Granny gently lowered her gaze, and after a moment of silence, she said, "In the vision, I saw... an old friend."