"Is there a way to communicate with it, to obtain its consent to give way?" Angel proposed another possibility.
Zhou: "That depends on if there’s anyone among you willing to communicate with it. A friendly reminder, aside from the stone slab behind you, the other idiots have absolutely no chance of getting an opportunity to communicate with it."
Angel always thought Zhou hadn’t noticed the Black Earl, but now it seemed he had always known.
"If we have to fight, how should we face it? If we want to communicate, what topic should we discuss?" Angel consulted with the Black Earl and asked.
"For battle, I don’t know, even if I knew, I couldn’t say. As for communication, I don’t know, but do sages need to deliberately find topics to discuss? Any topic could lead to a natural conversation."
"Remember, don’t be fooled by its appearance, its intelligence far exceeds your imagination."
Judging by Zhou’s tone, this "Sage" might be an unimpressive-looking character?
"I heard the ’Basket Witch’ Xia Lu and the ’Grafting Maniac’ Dong La both issued a bounty seeking a lost ancient tribe. It’s said that this tribe looks very ugly, but is extremely smart. Could Zhou be talking about this ancient tribe?" Vay suddenly spoke up.
"I never heard of it... How do you, someone who never even steps out the door, know about this?" Dox asked suspiciously.
Vay: "Don’t underestimate me, I have my own information sources too."
While Dox was still puzzled, the Black Earl spoke, "Tea Party is a great place for information exchange."
Although the Black Earl merely said this faintly without specifying anything, the eyes of the crowd looking at Vay instantly changed.
Undoubtedly, Vay is male. And the Tea Party is a gathering place for witches, strictly forbidding men from entering.
And the only way to attend the Tea Party is to become female. Of course, a wizard doesn’t need a permanent change, they can use the Shapeshifting Technique, as it’s the hardest to detect.
Seeing the strange looks from everyone, Vay quickly said, "It’s not me, I haven’t been to the Tea Party. It’s my maid!"
"Maid?" Everyone still looked doubtful.
Seeing this, Vay might as well just admit it: "Even if I really went to the Tea Party, what about it? I don’t care about others, but I just don’t believe, Dox, that you won’t go to the Barbarian Cave for the Tea Party!"
The large group that turns into women to attend the Tea Party is the Wandering Wizards.
Ordinary Tea Parties aside, at large Tea Parties, a bunch of unfamiliar witch faces will definitely pop up.
Of course, some wizards are well-prepared, often transforming into witches and moving around as women. After gaining a certain reputation, the chances of being exposed are much lower.
All of this, Vay heard from the Black Earl. Therefore, Vay has always deeply suspected whether his lord once had a witch disguise, only to have that witch accidentally "perish" after standing at the top.
Dox: "Don’t accuse me, I definitely won’t go."
Vay: "I don’t believe you."
After speaking, Vay turned to look at Angel: "Chaowei lord, this time the Tea Party is held in the Barbarian Cave. Please, my lord, inspect strictly then, so that someone doesn’t sneak in."
Someone—Dox, at this moment, was already breaking out in a cold sweat on his back and secretly glanced at Angel.
Angel, on the other hand, looked at Dox with a smile: "If it’s Sir Red Sword, I believe I won’t mistake it."
Dox: "We’re friends, no need to be so harsh... cough, I don’t mean the Tea Party, I mean no need to be so harsh usually."
Angel smiled without saying a word.
At this time, Black Earl, who opened the topic again, redirected it to the right track: "What Vay said is indeed possible. Dong La and Xia Lu are Carabits. In the Carabits’ children’s rhymes from thousands of years ago, it said they have the Bloodline of the Sage inside them, and that Sage refers to that ancient race."
"There are many ruins that also prove that this ancient race existed. However, because this race looked too ugly, the Carabits revised the rhyme and deleted the segment about the Sage Bloodline in them."
Upon hearing this, Angel silently thought: How truly realistic...
"The specific name of this ancient race has never been translated into Universal Language and needs to be read in Carabit language. Moreover, their name has iterated several times. The original rough meaning was ’wise sage,’ which now has become ’short but mighty sage.’
"Because they appear very short and only their heads are relatively large."
"This race has not been found alive in the Southern Domain to this day. But listening to yesterday’s words, perhaps it really might be this race."
After Black Earl explained, Angel didn’t hesitate and directly turned to ask Zhou: "How tall is it approximately?"
Zhou gave Angel a suspicious look: "Are you guessing its race? Stop guessing, you won’t guess it. When you see it, you’ll be greatly surprised."
"So, is it taller than me or shorter?" Angel still persistently asked.
"Unspeakable, but I can tell you, your humans and its race are reproductively isolated. Simply put, the sizes don’t match."
What size, there was no need to explain.
But whether humans are bigger, or it is bigger, that’s hard to say.
Seeing Angel looking conflicted, Zhou couldn’t help but say: "Why must you take that path? If you want to explore the Hanging Jail Stairway, you can still return and take the current path. There’s no need to take the chance on the other side. Besides, there’s nothing good there... unless you plan to loot that one."
"If you really want to loot that one, you’ll definitely have a great harvest because what it has most is books. And books mean knowledge... but do you really have the guts to loot?"
After Zhou finished speaking, everyone remained silent. After all, they didn’t know what the other party was, but Zhou’s warning made it clear that the other party was not to be trifled with.
An old monster that lived for ten thousand years and can move freely in the Magical Energy Array—just thinking about it is terrifying.
Everyone turned their eyes to Angel. After all, the next step was Angel’s decision. Perhaps Angel knew another route that wouldn’t involve passing through that presence?
While everyone waited, Angel was pondering another matter.
Zhou said that existence had the most books... If he remembered correctly, in the Nightmare Realm, the only place with bookshelves was in a certain huge hall.
Angel thought for a moment and softly uttered, "Triclops."
Zhou’s head immediately turned, looking at Angel with puzzled eyes: "You..."
From Zhou’s reaction, Angel knew he had guessed right. The blue-skinned giant in the hall of the Nightmare Realm, the Triclops Blue Demon, indeed corresponded to that existence in reality.