Soon, Antonio’s voice came through like an off-screen commentary: "Lady Portia, it’s best not to talk further about the merits of this story."
Portia curved her lips into a sly smile: "Alright, it seems someone doesn’t want me to tell this story."
Angel said nothing, but he roughly understood the current situation. The so-called ’Love in the Cloud Sea’ seemed to be a metaphor for City Lord Rosen.
After all, it’s rumored that City Lord Rosen once fell in love with a mortal woman, and Melisa the witch is the result of this transcendent love.
Though it seemed he was talking to Portia, in reality, it was through Antonio acting as a medium, projecting the situation in Portia’s room onto the light screen. The real scene had Rosen sitting across from Angel.
Talking about ’Love in the Cloud Sea’ in front of Rosen, no wonder Antonio would suddenly interrupt.
However, even excluding the fact that this play was a metaphor for City Lord Rosen’s romantic history, Angel was still not interested. Just hearing the name, you could tell it was a love drama. Watching such a play in a theater might be fine, but experiencing it holographically through a shadow box seemed a bit off.
"Back to business. What brings you to me?" Portia asked with a curious look: "I heard you’ve already returned to the Barbarian Cave, and the current tea party is about to take place there. Did you come to me to ask for help in crafting scents?"
The thematic atmosphere created by the scent is indispensable for tea parties, big or small. That’s why Portia guessed as such.
"However, Lianna is also quite knowledgeable about scents. Given her personality, she probably wouldn’t use someone else’s scent at such an important event, would she?"
Faced with Portia’s inquiry, Angel hesitated for a moment but decided to be straightforward.
"To be honest, I mainly wish to meet with Regina the witch this time. I heard she was with you, so I asked Antonio to help contact you," Angel said apologetically, as it indirectly involved using Portia. If they were close, it might’ve been fine, but he and Portia weren’t that familiar to be above caring about such things.
After listening, Portia squinted, making it difficult to discern her expression.
Just when Angel thought he might have offended Portia, she suddenly burst into laughter.
"You apologized at the start, so I thought it was something serious. Turns out you’re just looking for someone. It’s not a big deal. Why so formal?"
Portia’s words made Angel feel even more embarrassed.
Portia waved her hand: "Alright, I just happen to have some business with you as well. If you really feel that embarrassed, just don’t cut the signal too soon later."
Angel nodded.
Portia didn’t say much more. After exchanging a few words with Regina sitting beside her and seemingly obtaining her agreement, the light screen quietly focused on Regina.
Regina appeared quite young, but there were dark circles under her eyes, making her look both poisoned and like a shut-in who hadn’t rested for days.
She wore a thin veil with pink mushroom patterns, leisurely lounging on a recliner. When she saw Angel, she just nodded slightly, appearing lazier than the role Angel recently played.
"What’s up? Tell me," Regina said. After her words, she seemed to have thought of something else and added, "Since you’ve come to Portia, it must be urgent, right? Do you need me to go to the signal tower to contact you privately?"
Angel shook his head: "No need for such trouble."
Once the phantom mist erupts, it will be like live wires, completely unhideable. If someone is determined, they will surely find out, so there’s no need for intentional secrecy.
"I mostly hope for Regina the witch to help with something this time around."
Regina smiled lightly, slowly drinking from a teacup on the table: "Looking for my help is fine. However, the price you might have to pay could be significant."
Angel: "I wonder if Regina the witch has heard of the ’Live Wire’?"
"I think I’ve vaguely heard of it." Regina turned to the side, and Portia’s voice came through, discussing information related to the ’Live Wire.’ Apparently, the ’Live Wire’ matter had traveled from the Pamiji Plateau to Sky Mechanical City.
"Oh, I remember. It’s a type of special infectious disease." Hearing the information from Portia, Regina immediately recalled the relevant details and looked toward Angel: "You mentioned the ’Live Wire’ to ask me to help with this? Didn’t the intelligence say that the Barbarian Cave had already found a cure for the ’Live Wire’?"
Angel: "The ’Live Wire’ indeed has a cure now. But I mentioned it to talk about its source."
"The source of the ’Live Wire’?"
Not only was Regina curious, but Portia also perked up her ears. After all, secret news is prime material for tea party conversation!
"Yes, the source of the ’Live Wire’ is a special kind of mushroom."
"Its name is ’Phantom Performance.’