Sanders: “I don’t mind waiting.”
Kimberly looked deep into Sanders’ eyes, her gaze slowly shifting towards Angel, as if having made up her mind, “In that case, let’s rest at Black Castle for the time being.”
With Kimberly’s decision, Natasha immediately stepped back to the node to communicate with the opposite node and to enable multiple people to teleport.
After confirming that there were no issues, she activated the node instantly.
Kimberly stepped into the node first and disappeared, followed by Natasha, who bowed to Sanders and Angel and said, “Please follow me.”
Natasha, leading Angel and Sanders, stepped into the spatial node.
As the glow of the node flickered and vanished, they emerged in a bright cavern. In one corner of the cavern, two Apprentice Witches in wizard robes were engrossed in monitoring the situation of nodes in various areas of Black Castle. Upon seeing Sanders and the others, they stood up to greet them before returning to their tasks.
“Mrs. Kimberly is waiting in the front hall,” Natasha informed them.
As she spoke, Natasha walked forward. Each time her gaze fell upon Angel, she specifically skipped over it, bewildered by the persistent and prickly sensation of being watched, which after observing covertly, she realized was due to Angel’s gaze upon her.
Moreover, this scrutiny had yet to cease.
Natasha felt a mix of embarrassment and annoyance but didn’t know how to react, especially since the other party was just looking at her without any other actions.
Frustrated, she decided to pretend she hadn’t noticed, but the more she tried to ignore it, the more her thoughts gravitated towards it. Why was he looking at her? Was it because of her change in attire, or did he have other intentions?
The more Natasha thought about it, the stiffer her movements became.
Eventually, even Sanders noticed the situation. Casting a disparaging glance at Angel, a Psychic Branch quietly connected with him.
“So, she’s your type, huh?” Sanders’ voice was calm. Angel turned his head and saw Sanders was serious, but inexplicably, through Sanders’ slight teasing look, Angel read a hint of ribbing.
“Not at all,” Angel replied through the Psychic Branch.
“With such an overt gaze, yet you say not at all?”
Angel shook his head, “I have no hidden intentions, I just think she looks somewhat familiar… Mentor, don’t you think that she resembles the woman in the painting?”
The woman in the painting? Sanders glanced at Natasha and immediately understood to whom Angel was referring.
Indeed, it was the woman who appeared on the last page of the record book, drawn by Hua Que.
They had already confirmed that Hua Que had chosen to leave the deep well on her own, but the person who took Hua Que away was a woman in a dress.
When they first met Natasha, her appearance was quite disheveled, her clothes torn, and her mechanical half body sparking, causing Angel not even to consider that possibility.
But after grooming and changing into a new dress, Natasha looked strikingly familiar to Angel.
Thus, he had been observing Natasha, realizing that her silhouette aligned incredibly well with the one Hua Que had drawn.
But Angel dared not be sure, after all, Hua Que’s drawings were still too naive, and also being flat, they did not mesh with the three-dimensional world.