c1306: Pig Nose Reconstruction Surgery (2)

“Geometric Lock?” Angel looked at Suise, who stood at the door.

Suise’s purpose was simple: he had come to borrow the Geometric Lock from Angel.

“To seal time and space, to prevent King Gumman from crossing through time and space, it is not too difficult as long as we set up in advance. However, preventing the leak of information, especially the potential overflow of mysterious fluctuations, I currently have no good solution, so I can only borrow the Geometric Lock from you,” Suise explained.

Engraved on the Geometric Lock was a Magical Energy Array composed of a combination of five Magic Patterns—the Breathless Seal.

The Breathless Seal was a Magical Energy Array that combined defense, concealment, screening, and hiding one’s presence. After its use, it could prevent almost all information from escaping, embodying the concept of a ‘lock’ truly.

Previously, Angel had used the Geometric Lock to lock himself in while manipulating the Dream Conch to prevent the overflow of mysterious fluctuations. In reality, the Geometric Lock could also be used to imprison others.

Suise planned to use the Geometric Lock to confine Rolando and prevent him from transmitting any information, which indeed could be achieved.

After contemplating for a moment, Angel nodded. Helping Suise was, in fact, also helping himself. As long as Suise could successfully capture the master of the Crimson Authority, they could remove the special energy from the Servants’ bodies and send them to the Wilderness of Dreams.

Having lent out the Geometric Lock, Sanders and Suise formally left Pat Manor.

After their departure, the manor finally experienced a rare, peaceful night.

The night was falling, and a light snow was fluttering down.

Angel sat on the cloud soil in the sky, silently looking down at the pitch-black manor. In the past, the manor would have been lit up with lights, but now it was eerily quiet, with only a few rooms still illuminated.

In contrast to the distant Gru Town and its sparse specks of light, the manor presented two extremes.

“Angel.” At that moment, a voice came from beside him. Turning around, he saw White Bear and Lyon coming onto the cloud soil, with Lyon being the one who had spoken.

Lyon was not wearing his armor but a thin shirt instead. Seeing Angel turning to look, he said with a smile, “Eulica is gone, and the nights no longer need to be so tense, so I took off the knight’s armor.”

Lyon’s words startled Angel, as he could not imagine what Lyon’s nights had been like during this period—whether he was in constant fear or in anxious trepidation. Knowing full well that knight’s armor was useless against Eulica’s attacks, only wearing it could offer some solace in his heart.

“That heavy armor, and you don’t find it cumbersome,” Angel said, taming the complexity in his eyes. “Now that I have some time, I’ll craft a new outer armor for you later.”

Lyon’s eyes brightened: “Can I choose the style?”

“No.” It was certain that if left to Lyon’s choice, it would end up being bulky iron armor…

Lyon howled in despair.

Meanwhile, White Bear looked enviously at Lyon, well aware that others in the Barbarian Cave were begging Angel for alchemy services, and even Wizards from other organizations had come asking, only to be refused by Angel. Yet now, Angel was taking the initiative to offer his alchemy services to Lyon. Indeed, it’s maddening how some people have all the luck.

White Bear thought to himself that he should definitely cultivate a good relationship with Lyon in the future. Who knows, he might even get some benefits through it.

After all, in White Bear’s eyes, Lyon was much easier to deal with than Angel.

Laughter and frolic aside, their gazes inevitably wandered back to the dark silhouette of the manor below.

With a soft sigh, Angel remarked, “It seems even the Lionheart’s Flame can be extinguished.”

Lyon shook his head, his eyes not filled with sorrow but with hope: “The Lionheart’s Flame will never be extinguished. It’s not about being out in form. As old Pat once said, as long as there is a member of the Pat Clan still standing, the Lionheart’s Flame will never die out.”

“Now, both you and I are here.”