Because elemental energy had almost vanished from the Old Earth Continent, the fluctuations of fire on the tree were very distinct.
“Who would come here to burn a tree?” Angel was puzzled.
At this time, Sanders said, “It wasn’t tree burning, it was a fight that took place here.”
Sanders’s eyes held a faint glow, as if he could see through the thick snow, witnessing the battle that had taken place here not long ago.
Could it be that Suise couldn’t suppress Eulica and a battle occurred here? While Angel was thinking this, Sanders said, “It was a fight between two Apprentices, probably both around the strength of a third-level Apprentice.”
Third-level Apprentices? Confusion flashed in Angel’s eyes. Why would third-level Apprentices appear here?
As Angel wondered, Sanders suddenly turned around, looking back the way they had come.
At this moment, someone was hurriedly running toward them, panting. That was a little old man holding a smoking pipe, his steps slow, puffing out white breaths as he ran.
“Wait, wait! Is that Young Master Pat up ahead?” a shout came through.
The next second, a crisp and pleasant female voice suddenly said, “Didn’t I say not to shout? Are you trying to get us all killed?”
Soon, the newcomers stood in front of them.
“Parsha, and…” Angel looked at Parsha’s shoulder at the small figure in a floral dress, respectfully curtsying to him: “Goldie?”
“How did you two end up together?” Angel asked, puzzled.
“It’s really Young Master Pat!” Goldie’s eyes flickered with joy, but the next second she seemed to realize something and quickly added, “Young Master Pat, are you going back to the manor? Don’t go in now, it’s very dangerous!”
Angel and Sanders exchanged a glance. He looked at Goldie, “The manor is very dangerous? What do you know?”
Goldie nodded hurriedly: “It’s Lady Eulica, just half a month ago, she suddenly went mad… that night…”
Goldie took a deep breath, her eyes glinting with fear.
“That night, I saw many servants lying in pools of blood. I heard others say that even Viscount Lyon was nearly killed by her… Thankfully, Suise arrived in time to subdue her.”
As Goldie mentioned many servants lying in blood, Angel’s expression had already become stern. And when she revealed that Lyon was nearly attacked, Angel’s face turned dark in an instant.
“Then what about Lyon? How is he now?” Angel asked urgently.
“The Viscount is fine; he sent us out of the manor the next day, along with some servants. They were all placed nearby. Only a few people remained in the manor, including the Viscount.” Seeing Angel’s expression growing darker, Goldie quickly added, “Young Master Pat, the Viscount came out a few days ago, and according to him, with Suise’s protection, it should be safe.”
Should be? Temporarily safe?
Angel wouldn’t allow such vague words, he nodded to Goldie: “I understand. Grandpa Parsha, you take Goldie back first.”
Panic flashed in Goldie’s eyes: “Young Master Pat, are you still planning to go in? You mustn’t, the Viscount said that night is the most dangerous time!”
“Don’t worry, I have my plans,” Angel reassured Goldie with a smile, then turned to Sanders, inquiring whether they should go in now.
It was only then that Goldie noticed Sanders on the other side. When she saw him, her expression froze. She might not know the other people, but she had seen Sanders, and Babaya had said, Sanders was known as the War God of the Southern Domain, a super powerful Wizard!
With this thought, Goldie’s anxiety began to ease.
If it was Lord Sanders, perhaps the crisis at Pat Manor could indeed be resolved.
Meanwhile, Angel had been waiting for Sanders’s opinion, but suddenly, Sanders turned his head looking in the direction of the manor.
“She’s coming.”
Following Sanders’s gaze, Angel saw a flash of red light at the depths of the manor.