Angel took steps out of the dome formed by shadows.
As Angel left, the dome began to shrink continuously, transforming into a panther-like shadow. The panther shadow flicked its tail and changed from shrinking to "melting," finally sinking into Angel’s shadow.
Angel yawned while rubbing his shoulders and neck, which were a bit sore from sleeping in a sitting position, as he walked toward the center of the platform.
Angel’s unhidden footsteps immediately drew everyone’s attention.
Most of the gazes were lingering on Angel’s hands or his pockets. In their imagination, Angel should have refined something to trade with Cicia.
But it seemed he had nothing? Moreover, if it was alchemy, the efficiency was astonishing!
Angel noticed everyone’s eyes and curiously extended his hands, looking at his palms and the back of his hands. It seemed there was nothing unusual? His gloves seemed a bit crooked; was that the reason?
"Were you doing alchemy just now?" At this moment, Dox came over, placing his elbow on Angel’s shoulder, directly voicing the group’s doubts.
Alchemy? A flash of realization appeared in Angel’s eyes; he kind of understood the meaning of everyone’s gaze.
Come to think of it, alchemy was indeed a good excuse.
"Why, are you also interested in trading with Cicia?" Angel suddenly thought of something at this point. "By the way, I haven’t seen the result of your transaction yet. Did Cicia accept your Holy Light Vine Staff?"
Dox opened his palm, and a symbol enveloped in red light rose up: "Got my ticket; what do you think?"
Angel: "Cicia commented a bit on everyone’s treasure. What about yours? What did Cicia say?"
Dox scratched his ear, saying, "Anyway, she muttered a long string, fast and dense, and I didn’t understand. It’s like the symbols on this so-called clearance ticket; what exactly are they, and what do they mean, I have no idea. I’ve never even seen something similar."
Angel looked closely at Dox. Judging from some subtle expressions, it seemed Dox wasn’t lying?
But this wasn’t of great importance, so he casually asked.
Compared to Dox, he was actually more interested in what the Black Earl had gained.
The Black Earl had already returned to Vay’s hand at this point. It seemed unchanged... wait, there was a change!
"Did the lord’s slate change?" Angel didn’t directly ask but entered a private "chat room" with the Black Earl.
Black Earl: "The original slate was exchanged for a ticket with that woman. This new slate was just made by Vay. However, the original slate was also made by Vay, so there’s no difference to me."
Angel: "Did the lord go inside Cicia’s box?"
This question from Angel essentially meant: Did the Black Earl have a Q&A session with Cicia?
Black Earl: "I went and stayed for a few minutes."
The Black Earl stopped there, clearly not wanting to dwell on it. Angel originally wanted to ask what the Black Earl had asked, but now he tactfully kept silent.
At worst, he could ask Cicia later.
The Black Earl had also considered that Angel might ask Cicia about his questions, but after a brief exchange with that woman, the Black Earl knew she wasn’t easily impressed.
Emotions settled over thousands of years were as calm as an ancient well. Angel thought he was like him, a mere trader to her, so getting close and prying was challenging.
The Black Earl’s thought wasn’t wrong, and the result was likely true. However, Angel and Cicia didn’t have a purely transactional relationship; the Primeval Flame Angel held and the Baiyuanians under him were what Cicia craved.
Under such circumstances, Cicia’s attitude towards Angel naturally differed from others.
As seen from the fact that Angel asked something before, and Cicia answered it, it was a glimpse.
Of course, if Angel hadn’t shown Cicia the fellow Baiyuanians this time, the outcome would have been different.
Angel: "I’m going to have the final transaction with Cicia. Once it’s finished, we’ll leave here."
Angel nodded to everyone and then walked towards Cicia’s box.
Unlike others, as Angel approached Cicia’s box, a red light immediately began to spread. Once Angel touched Cicia’s box, his figure also disappeared.
"The lord entered the box again... I’d love to see what’s inside," Vay looked eagerly at Cicia’s box in the distance.
"That elusive woman, though her strength is unknown, has existed for thousands of years and can’t be underestimated. Moreover, earlier when I was in the box, I could feel immense threats in the darkness, somewhat like a... domain." The Black Earl sneered coldly, "If you went in, you’d be courting death."
"Is it that dangerous?" Vay muttered softly. Previously, he didn’t feel anything inside, but he hadn’t expected such significant risks hidden in the dark.
The Black Earl remained silent, looking towards Cicia’s box with his "nostrils," quietly guessing the woman’s identity.
... Could it be her?
The woman called Cicia initially showed no reaction to the Black Earl’s proposal for a trade, so the Black Earl straightforwardly asked about his inner doubts, questions related to that ancestor.
Upon hearing the name of that Noah ancestor, Cicia finally responded, inquiring about the Black Earl’s relationship with the ancestor.
After learning the Black Earl was from the Noah Clan, Cicia softly murmured, "So, you’re a descendant of an old friend."
It was precisely because of the "old friend’s descendant" status that Cicia limitedly answered a few questions related to the ancestor.
From the tone of Cicia when mentioning the ancestor, it’s clear she and the ancestor weren’t just ordinary friends but close acquaintances.
This reminded the Black Earl of something recorded in the clan’s ancient books: that rebellious son of Noah, who somehow had the good fortune to become an intimate friend with the illustrious creator of the "Sia Codex," the Saintess Sia.
Many characters from millennia ago have been buried in the dust of history, but some stars eternally illuminate the endless night.
The Black Earl knew many legendary stories from millennia ago. The architects of these stories, some have passed away, some are still active in the Wizards’ Realm, and some have vanished, but they share a common trait: they were pioneers who made the Wizard Civilization more splendid.
The Saintess Sia was such a pioneer, a dazzling star from millennia ago that illuminated eternity.
What made Sia famous was the "Sia Codex."
This is a masterpiece of prophecy, not lost to this day, though it’s profoundly esoteric, with very few in the prophecy system able to comprehend it. Yet, despite this, every generation of Crown Star Church’s controllers revered the "Sia Codex" as a classic, recommending everyone in the prophecy system to read it. For this reason, the Crown Star Church bestowed the prefix "Saint" on its author, Sia.