As the scent was inhaled by Angel, the "server" dormant in the depths of his mind immediately started operating.
Information about the fragrance quickly appeared in Angel’s mind in the form of percentage data.
"The probability of a mixed fragrance exceeds seventy percent."
Angel sensed the data with the largest proportion and furrowed his brows slightly. The appearance of fragrance in a prison was already unusual, and there seemed to be more than one type of fragrance.
Normally, those who use fragrance are men and women who pay attention to etiquette. How could a Ghosteye Witch, whose self-awareness is so sparse, pay attention to etiquette?
Even a highly intelligent Ghosteye Witch with self-awareness doesn’t necessarily pay attention to such "etiquette," unless it’s a Ghosteye Witch with aesthetic ability and self-management awareness, and a deep pursuit of "charm."
Angel had only seen one such Ghosteye Witch since entering the Hanging Jail Stairway.
It was the one outside, covered in various adornments, using the base of a fountain statue as a "stage," constantly striking poses.
"Could it be that the Ghosteye Witch stayed here?"
Angel thought for a moment and opened the Mind Ribbon he had blocked.
The Mind Ribbon was quite lively, with Dox almost like a commentator, making various guesses and explanations about what methods Angel might use and from which direction to steal the ornaments.
Kaier and Vay were the audience of this "commentary."
"So, Lord Chaowei, is he already next to that Ghosteye Witch now?" Vay asked.
"Of course, maybe he’s already mingled with the Ghosteye Witches." Dox answered confidently.
Hearing this, Angel couldn’t help but shake his head. It seemed Dox’s inspiration wasn’t that enlightening.
Just as Angel was about to speak, Dox preemptively said, "From what I know about Angel, he has high standards for himself."
"In simple terms, he’s the kind of person who likes to confine himself on a moral high ground. Of course, I’m not saying he’s very moral, but rather that he’s exceedingly obsessed with a sense of responsibility."
"For example, when he takes on the role of a leader, he feels he should shoulder the responsibility of that role. Since, as a leader, his demand is for others not to waste time on Magical Creatures, he will naturally hold himself to even stricter standards."
"Now you understand, Angel won’t waste too much time on this minor issue, so he’s inevitably already next to that Ghosteye Witch!"
Angel was stunned after hearing Dox’s comments.
Although the conclusion was wrong, Dox’s analysis of some parts of his character was remarkably accurate.
It must be said, even without relying on inspiration, Dox himself had quite a keen sense of awareness.
If nothing unexpected happened, Dox’s inference might actually take place. However, sometimes, no matter how precise or well-reasoned an analysis is, it can’t resist unexpected turns of events.
And this building that Angel casually chose was the source of such an unexpected turn. The building’s architecture was incredibly peculiar, and it housed a large number of Ghosteye Witches. Even with clear objectives, Angel wasted too much time in exploration and searching.
This also caused events not to unfold as Dox’s reasoning predicted, arriving as scheduled.
Unfortunately, this splendid piece of reasoning was relentlessly washed away by the harsh reality.
Meanwhile, after expressing his personal opinion, Dox was ready to enjoy the admiring gazes of Vay and Kaier. But at this moment, Angel, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke.
"Lord Black Earl, may I ask you a favor?"
With Angel’s words, the previously lively Mind Ribbon immediately quieted down.
Dox fell silent, and Vay stopped asking questions.
After a brief silence, the voice of the Black Earl sounded in the Mind Ribbon: "What kind of favor?"
"I would like to ask you to smell if there is any fragrance on that Ghosteye Witch." Angel added, "This request might be somewhat discourteous, so if you are unwilling, it’s alright."
Angel’s request, in fact, already responded to Dox’s speculation on a certain level.
He was not beside that Ghosteye Witch, and might even be quite far away. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be asking Black Earl for help.
Black Earl: "Did you find the nesting place of that Ghosteye Witch?"
As always sharp, the Black Earl roughly guessed some of the situation with just one sentence from Angel.
Angel: "Possibly, but I can’t be certain right now."
Black Earl: "I can help you, but I’m curious why you’re going to its nest when what you want is that silver ornament?"
Angel: "..."
Dox: "My god, are you secretly exploring on your own? Did you find some treasures?!"
Angel murmured, "I just stumbled upon it by accident and wasn’t specifically looking for anything."
Dox kept mumbling, looking unconvinced, but in his heart, he understood that Angel was probably not lying... However, to avoid the awkwardness of his previous inference error, Dox decided to ignore his conscience.
Yet, Angel didn’t listen to Dox’s various musings but continued to wait silently for Black Earl’s response.
After a while, Black Earl finally spoke again: "There is indeed a fragrance on that Ghosteye Witch, and it seems to be more than one. But even so, it cannot mask the underlying stench of the Ghosteye Witch."
Black Earl’s voice carried evident disgust, indicating that this sniffing wasn’t much more pleasant for him than the previous search for an exit.
With an apologetic tone, Angel thanked him, then refocused on the matter at hand.
"There really is a mixed fragrance on it, so does this mean that room could indeed be the Ghosteye Witch’s nest?"
As Angel speculated internally, he turned his gaze to the end of the corridor.
The direction from which the scent came was precisely the room at the end of the corridor.
What might the nest of a self-managing Ghosteye Witch look like? Could it be filled with treasures as Dox chattered about in the Mind Ribbon?