Gazing at the pale yellow Primeval Flame, Angel, for some reason, thought he saw a blurry figure within the flames, smilingly peering at him through the Primeval Flame.
“It shouldn’t… be me, right?” Angel murmured softly.
Fafnir beside him snorted coldly. Indeed, from such a close distance, Fafnir could have snatched the Primeval Flame, but she made no move to do so.
As Angel was puzzled, the Primeval Flame suddenly flew towards his face.
Angel instinctively ducked his head to dodge the Primeval Flame.
The Primeval Flame flew behind Angel, seeming to feel a great humiliation, and came at him with even greater speed. This time, Angel turned his head aside and avoided it again.
All those witnessing this scene: “…”
They now realized that from the very start, this Primeval Flame had a specific target. And astonishingly, the target was Angel, the weakest in terms of strength among them and who had been consistently overlooked by everyone!
No one had expected that the Primeval Flame would choose Angel.
“I told you this Angel was hiding something; his relationship with the night innkeeper is definitely not ordinary,” remarked a wizard from Gravity Forest, now certain that the one who could control the Primeval Flame must be the night innkeeper.
“Not only that, but did you notice, after we arrived in Lassudral, this series of events, Angel has somehow been at the center of the maelstrom several times,” someone pointed out.
They then recalled that since the very beginning, from the enigmatic shopkeeper who had stirred the winds of change in Lassudral, to the majority of information that was passed by him, and now the Primeval Flame’s choice of Angel as well.
Even if he had always been on the outside of all the events, the center of the swirl involuntarily shifted toward him.
Why was that? The crowd couldn’t help but to look at Luci.
They hoped that the only Prophet Wizard present could provide an answer. Sadly, Luci shook his head; he had attempted to spy on Angel earlier in secret, yet… he nearly suffered a backlash from his own Divination.
As Luci didn’t provide an answer, they could only look at Sanders.
However, Sanders’s expression was blank, and he said nothing. But in his heart, he sighed quietly, just like everyone else. His premonition had indeed come true.
Watching Angel desperately trying to evade the Primeval Flame, for some reason, there was not a ripple in his heart; he even felt a slight amusement.
In the end, Angel still failed to dodge the Primeval Flame.
The pale yellow Primeval Flame burrowed into the Flame Mark on his earlobe.
Feeling the fluctuation of the Primeval Flame within the mark on his earlobe, Angel was still bewildered. He had no idea why the Primeval Flame would choose him.
Although he too craved the Primeval Flame, his desire stemmed from the tempting fluctuations it emitted. Apart from that, there was no driving force that made Angel want to possess it urgently.
Because he was well aware that once he possessed the Primeval Flame, he would inevitably become a target for all.
Inside and outside the Birdcage, almost every creature would set their sights on him. Then, leaving safely with Fafnir would not be an easy task.
So, rather than desiring the Primeval Flame, Angel would have preferred to avoid extra complications.
However, reality often contradicted his wishes.
Once Angel was confirmed to have received the Primeval Flame, everyone’s gaze toward him carried a hint of envy and hatred. It wasn’t just that he had obtained the Primeval Flame, but also the audacity of the flame to toy with them before revealing its true intentions!
Angel himself felt wronged. He never wanted it, yet why did the Primeval Flame suddenly seek him out?
Angel looked up towards the night innkeeper high in the sky.
The night innkeeper seemed to feel Angel’s gaze and looked back at him with a calm expression.
Angel communicated his confusion through his eyes. The appearance and selection of the Primeval Flame— the only possibility he could think of was that the night innkeeper had made some moves behind the scenes.
But the night innkeeper simply met his gaze quietly, without conveying any emotion, then turned his head away.