Kantor nodded at Witch Tong with a smile.
Witch Tong returned a polite smile, but her gaze involuntarily shifted to the figure beside Kantor.
Black gentleman’s attire made the man’s figure seem quite tall.
Suddenly, a waving hand appeared before her eyes, and Witch Tong was taken aback to find that Rivetta was looking at her with great interest.
“I think I understand why you invited them to the steam house,” Rivetta said teasingly, causing Witch Tong’s face to redden. She quickly waved her hand and said, “You’re mistaken, I invited Lord ‘Like Night’ and Lord Illusion Demon inside only because I’m good friends with Lianna, nothing more.”
Lianna with the ‘Rose Crown,’ a first-level witch from Barbarian Cave, an expert in Alchemy Potionology, and a master artisan of fragrances.
“Your friendship with Lianna has something to do with those two?” Rivetta pressed.
“I’ve heard a lot about Lord Illusion Demon from Lianna; it’s just that I really… admire Lord Illusion Demon,” whispered Witch Tong, sneaking a glance at Sanders beside Kantor, who unfortunately, never looked back at her.
“I don’t believe it’s just admiration,” Rivetta shrugged, her eyes teasing. Despite her fear of Sanders, she could not deny his mature, handsome appearance and formidable strength, which made him quite popular among the witches.
At gatherings like tea parties or scent workshops where witches congregated, Sanders’s name was one of the most frequently mentioned amongst the male wizards.
Thinking of this, Rivetta paused suddenly, remembering that the next Tea Party was to be hosted by Lianna. That meant when the group of witches gathered in Barbarian Cave, Sanders would likely be the center of attention again.
“There’s nothing else; it’s really just admiration!” Witch Tong insisted anxiously, her voice growing softer toward the end.
Rivetta didn’t tease her any longer, knowing Witch Tong had only recently become an Official Wizard and was still quite bashful. Pressing further might create an awkward situation.
Rivetta changed the subject, casually flipping through her notebook filled with significant news items gathered along their journey. One name, in particular, appeared with notable frequency.
“Speaking of which, Lord Illusion Demon’s disciple really shone brightly this time,” remarked Rivetta. “Starting from the early records, his name kept coming up, always at the center of the news vortex.”
She flipped through her notes and saw an entry she had made earlier: “…, the evidence suggests that Angel is the mysterious owner of the little shop that stirred trouble in Lassudral.”
Witch Tong followed along with the topic: “Indeed, that’s true.”
Although Angel appeared to be just a spectator like her, all of Lassudral’s major events couldn’t skirt his involvement. In fact, many of the significant issues were provided to Monty by Angel.
“Each of these incidents is enough to push his reputation to an extremely high place,” Rivetta understood that even without deliberate reporting by ‘Glowing City Night Talk,’ Angel’s fame would only grow due to the word of mouth of the surviving wizards.
“Yes, the only pity is that he probably has already…” Witch Tong’s words trailed off, but the meaning was clear to everyone.
Being dragged into the Void by that creature, it’s unlikely that he had any hope of surviving.
Not only Witch Tong and Rivetta felt this way, but Kantor was also very aware of it. Angel’s chances of survival were very slim; facing either Popota or the Demon God who pursued later, it would be difficult for him to make it out alive.
What a pity, Kantor had even considered pairing Angel with Qi Li…
While Kantor was inwardly lamenting, a deep, hoarse voice suddenly broke through to everyone’s ears.
“Angel has not died.”
This voice drew everyone’s attention.
Rivetta turned to look at the window, a glint of light passing through her eyes: “Lord Illusion Demon, why do you say that?”
The previous speaker was Sanders.
Sanders quietly looked through the clear glass window, which showed the darkness of the Void outside, while faintly reflecting the images from inside the room.
After a while, Sanders finally said, “I can sense that he has not died.”