The ripples continued to expand upon the canvas, like a stone cast into a placid lake, creating circles of ripples. When the ripples completely diffused across the entire painting, a tall figure slowly emerged from the flames at the center of the image.
Upon seeing the figure, Tandin immediately pulled Greerwu behind him, watching the opposite side with a wary face—
The Half-Blood Demon who leisurely stepped out from the painting.
Its fiery hair blazed, the patterns on its face fierce and twisted, but its expression was cool and calm.
Although it was only a Half-Blood Demon, Tandin inexplicably felt fear. A Pureblood Demon like itself, actually feeling fear towards a mixed-breed? This was simply unbelievable.
While Tandin was on guard, the Half-Blood Demon opposite them finally appeared to set its gaze upon them.
“I thought it would be him who came,” the Half-Blood Demon said, eyebrows drooping, murmuring in a voice near delirium, “Turns out it’s just a couple of pawns.”
Tandin, “According to you, you knew we would come? Who are you?”
As Tandin asked, the young Fire Demon Greerwu suddenly popped out from the other side, its large eyes intently staring at the Half-Blood Demon across from it, and after a while, it said, “The aura of the Primeval Flame is on its body, but… it seems it hasn’t fully awakened yet.”
Greerwu’s words made Tandin freeze. The Primeval Flame was born on a Half-Blood Demon? Such a situation had never occurred in history.
“How is that possible?” Tandin muttered, “Why would the Primeval Flame appear on a Half-Blood Demon?”
On the other hand, the young Fire Demon wasn’t caught up in the distinction between Half-Blood and Pureblood, but was eager to complete its mission and took the initiative to speak to the Half-Blood Demon that emerged from the painting, “My name is Greerwu, I’ve been sent by Lord Aoluxiya to find the Primeval Flame.”
The Half-Blood Demon, looking down from an elevated position, said indifferently to the fireball in midair, “I am the curator here, Yan.”
…
While the young Fire Demon was meeting with Yan, Angel at this moment was immersed in Mind Space, constructing a model of a door.
Finally, when a new Pattern was successfully added to the model, Angel breathed a sigh of relief.
At the same time, the wind chime in the courtyard suddenly rang out.
Angel stretched lazily, glanced at Toby’s condition inside the bracelet, then used his spiritual power to sense the nest of the Pliant Worm, ensuring that the Dreamweaver Ant and Pliant Worm were still maintaining a balance of power; only then did he come down from the attic.
As soon as he descended the stairs, he saw Canaan in the courtyard, covering a large heap of Magical Creature remains with a water membrane.
Seeing Angel come downstairs, Canaan turned his head and said in a puzzled tone, “Boss, I’ve bought these remains of Magical Creatures as you instructed, but… what are they good for? They don’t even taste nice.”
Angel replied with a smile, “They might be useless to you, but they are very useful to me.”
Previously, Angel had been thinking that while staying here for the next few days, he should earn some Demon Gold Coins and acquire a batch of materials unique to the Abyss.
He had asked Canaan if it had a channel for buying special materials, and Canaan’s answer was negative, so Angel was counting on the curator Yan to help him purchase them.
However, to his surprise, when he was entertaining a new group of clients this morning, a Blood-eyed Naga who came from the Dark Ocean Maelstrom didn’t pay with Demon Gold Coins, but offered the carcass of a sea Magical Creature as compensation for the debt.
At the time, Canaan looked disgusted, muttering that this thing couldn’t be sold off.
But when Angel saw it, he immediately nodded in agreement to the transaction without hesitation.
Because Angel discovered that the largely hollowed-out carcass of the sea Magical Creature was actually that of a Wizard Level creature!
Even though the most useful parts had been taken by the Blood-eyed Naga, the remaining bones, blood, and skin membrane were all left behind.
To the thick-skinned and hardy Demons, these were not worth much and would not sell for a high price.
But to a Wizard, these things were of considerable value!