"However, what the Prophet Wizard sees is merely a possibility. It could be real, or it could just be an illusory dream."
"Do you understand now? What I say may be true, but it might also be false."
Dox roughly understood Angel’s implications, but his thought process was more divergent. After listening, instead of dwelling on the issues of flying skull demons and maneater flowers, he asked, "The Prophet Wizard speaks of mere possibilities, and those magical creatures could all be variables—this I agree with. But the target location is an established fact. So, did you see the real situation of the target location from the prophetic vision?"
Dox’s question struck right at the core, even drawing the attention of the Black Earl.
Angel rubbed his temples, feeling a bit helpless: "I’ve already said, I’m just using the prophetic vision as an example. Whether this Prophet Wizard exists is still a question."
"But setting aside those things, you should know something about the target location, right?" Dox asked the question everyone had been wanting to ask but didn’t dare to.
"As I’ve said, I only know the possible range of where the target location might appear, but what it contains, I do not know."
To Dox, Angel’s statement had flaws because he clearly knew the target location might relate to the Noah Clan. How could he possibly be completely unaware of what the target location holds?
However, Dox didn’t press further because he noticed the Black Earl had stopped flying. Although the slate was facing away from them, it was clear the Black Earl was paying attention to their conversation.
Dox preferred not to voice the Black Earl’s concerns.
If you don’t ask, why should I?
Thinking this, Dox shrugged: "Alright, I believe you."
The little figure in Angel’s heart couldn’t help but roll its eyes at Dox: Who needs your belief?!
The reason he explained this matter again wasn’t just because of Dox’s persistence but also to dispel the doubts in everyone’s hearts as much as possible. However, people’s minds are changeable, and Angel wasn’t overly concerned about others’ opinions. If others still harbor significant doubts, it’s no big deal because he’s disclosed all he can.
After Angel finished his conversation with Dox, no one else approached to disturb him, and they smoothly arrived at the end of the right path—
A locked, ancient copper door.
From the outside, the copper door stood about two meters tall. As for the wall above it, it still belonged to the maze, showing no signs of a building within.
Upon seeing the copper door, everyone’s first reaction was to probe with their spiritual power.
Then, they saw dense energy convergences. If closely observed, one could faintly discern the elaborate and complex magic patterns inside.
The entire copper door from top to bottom was densely packed with magic patterns.
Previously, they heard from Angel that there were some flaws in the door’s magic patterns, allowing some sound wave patterns to seep inside. At the time, they weren’t particularly troubled, but seeing the magic patterns on the door firsthand, they revealed looks of shock from inside out.
The densely packed magic patterns made them dizzy just by looking, yet Angel, standing far away, relying solely on sound wave patterns to perceive the magic patterns, managed to penetrate them?!
Earlier, when they saw Angel from outside instructing the Black Earl to activate the core magic patterns while using an engraving pen to amend the severed patterns, they had already been astounded.
Now, they were even more shock-stricken.
This is what being a big deal means.
His computing power is simply defying the heavens.
Even the Black Earl silently began adjusting his view of Angel. His initial interest in Angel was purely due to Sanders and his old friend Rhein, but now Angel had slipped out of the impression of being "the junior esteemed by acquaintances."
Angel is Angel, even though he is merely an Official Wizard, but in the craft of enchantment, he stands at the pinnacle of the Southern Domain.
The Black Earl admits he falls far short.
And Angel has not yet trained as long as a fraction of the Black Earl’s time. Should he not fall, he will be a true prodigy.
Perhaps he will break the low tide period of dwindling talent in the Southern Domain Wizard World and usher in a new era.—When the Black Earl thought of this, he suddenly felt as if he was under a spell, evaluating Angel too highly. How difficult it is to open a new era; how could Angel possibly achieve it?
Nonetheless, even if he cannot start a new era, the talents Angel currently exhibits warrant the Black Earl’s greater regard, even... esteem.
Technical talent is judged not by power but by skill. Angel currently has the qualifications to be esteemed by the Black Earl.
Under the astonished gaze of the crowd, Angel proactively walked up to the copper door, taking on the task of opening it.
With the current default that wherever there is a Magical Energy Array, he is responsible, Angel no longer consulted anyone else, automatically rolling up his sleeves at the sight of a Magical Energy Array.
His ability to penetrate the door with sound wave patterns indicated that the magical energy array on this door was within his capacity to crack.
However, the efficiency of cracking was slower than Angel had anticipated.
Sound wave patterns entered through the gaps and flaws in the magic patterns. But they needed to open the copper door and enter inside, necessitating a method to crack the door’s magic patterns and ensure the main magical energy array remained oblivious, necessitating a small external array.
This endeavor consumed a significant amount of Angel’s time.
When the copper door was finally pushed open, five minutes had elapsed.
The crowd entered the door one after another, with Dox and Angel the last to enter. Dox glanced at the complex magic patterns on the door, then at Angel’s custom external array disk: "Are you sure you don’t want to recover it?"
"This copper door has been restructured to function independently of the magical energy array. Even if it is reconnected to the magical energy array, it might be rejected. So, there’s no need to recover the array disk. Recovering it might cause some energy clashes here."
Dox sighed: "If this building indeed offers a way, and it leads to the target location, I feel like we have become pioneers, doing all the technical work. Later, when the Merchant Organization catches up, they will completely reap the benefits. Like the magical energy array left behind in the underground church, it was evidently you who repaired it. After we leave, this passage will likely be in the hands of the Merchant Organization, exploiting every advantage."
Angel thought Dox had something particular in mind to say, intentionally staying back to speak to him. Unexpectedly, it was just to vent.
Angel understood where Dox’s frustration stemmed from, but if he didn’t crack it, should they wait for the Merchant Organization to crack it behind them?
Even the Black Earl didn’t intervene here; what kind of Magic Rune Mage could the Merchant Organization summon to crack it?
Thus, resignation was necessary.
"Don’t overthink it; there’s no such thing as complete freeloading. Those who seemed to reap all the benefits were the other wizards who explored this relic over the millennia; we and the Merchant Organization are merely scavengers."
After Angel spoke, he patted Dox’s shoulder: "Let’s go, and gather what we can."
"Ah, though that’s true, I still struggle to accept it peacefully. Let’s hope there aren’t any other passages inside..."