“I wish I were that lucky,” Sinistra couldn’t help but mutter to herself.
Just then, the previously dissipated smoke suddenly gathered again, and a handsome spirit’s face appeared, “Meeting me is your lucky break!”
Sinistra immediately cut off all her magic power, and the handsome spirit cried out in pain as it was sent back to the drifting Otherworld.
Before, because Sinistra hadn’t withdrawn her magic power, it could travel back and forth at will. But this time, to return to the Wizards’ Realm, it had to wait for the fluctuations of Sinistra’s magic power when she cooked again to pinpoint a coordinate.
“Ah, let’s not talk about him anymore.”
Sinistra casually scooped up a cup of water from the stream, and a cup of mellow wine slid down her throat, “Let’s drink up and flee before Candy House’s people find us.”
Kavoline laughed and drank the wine following Sinistra’s lead.
“Whisky Mountain really lives up to its name, this drink is strong!” Kavoline exclaimed, just as a rustling noise suddenly came from a distance.
“Damn, Candy House’s people are here! Let’s get moving!” Sinistra said immediately.
However, before they could leave, a plump head poked out from the field of spice flowers.
“I thought it was Tana sneaking in for a drink, but it turned out to be you,” said the newcomer.
Kavoline and Sinistra turned around to see there was only one person, and his face looked somewhat familiar.
After a moment of recollection, Sinistra hesitantly said, “I remember, your name is… Allen?”
…
Whether known to Angel or not,
With the release of the new issue of Glowing City Night Talk, everyone was discussing him. Such an uproar where nearly all Transcendents were talking hadn’t occurred in the Southern Domain for a long time.
Angel’s name, already significant in the Alchemy Circle, now spread like lightning to every corner of the Wizards’ Realm, instantaneously.
Be it attention, admiration, jealousy, dissatisfaction… various voices erupted at this moment.
Of course, most of it was speculation, about what exactly Angel had experienced, whether he was hiding anything, and where he was now.
In Originheart City, Sanders looked at the somewhat dazed Angel across from him, “I thought that after the release of ‘The Mirror,’ the impact would slowly grow. I didn’t expect Rivetta to personally visit Wallace and use a hefty price to secure the first publishing rights.”
“But this is even better. What you did in the Abyss would have fermented sooner or later, instead of slowly building heat, it’s better to let it explode at once.”
Sanders paused, “By the way, when I was in the Punk-themed park, I already encountered people from the Frostmoon Alliance.”
“They’ve already come looking?” Angel said, taken aback.
Sanders nodded, “But you don’t have to worry, Lord Monty has returned to the Abyss. For now, the hunt for you has been handed over to others.”
To Sanders, as long as it wasn’t Monty, the rest were manageable. Moreover, with connections to the Wilderness of Dreams, he could arrive at any moment.
Once, after some time, Lord Monty confirms the fall of the Demon God’s True Spirit, the attention on Angel will naturally decrease.
Then, Angel would no longer need to be so cautious.