Cicia narrowed her eyes and re-evaluated Angel: "Your intelligence sources are really puzzling. Even the Wise Sovereign, who seldom appears, is known by you. I’m really curious, where did you learn that the Sovereign belongs to the Triclops Blue Demon clan?"
Angel: "Have you heard of the Book Elder? Or, have you heard of the Mirror Lady and the Tree Spirit?"
Cicia raised an eyebrow: "The three major Ancestral Spirits of the Barbarian Cave were quite famous during my lifetime."
"You mean, these Ancestral Spirits told you?"
Angel: "I come from the Barbarian Cave. I have a good relationship with the Ancestral Spirits. If you want to meet them, I can arrange it later. However, the Mirror Lady is currently sleeping, the Book Elder is in the library and hard to disturb, so only the Tree Spirit can meet with you."
Cicia snorted softly: "Sly guy, you completely evaded my question, you’re deceiving me."
Angel’s expression remained unchanged, but he was startled inside. Has Cicia’s intelligence returned to normal?
Cicia waved her hand: "However, it doesn’t matter. If you really want to know that old guy’s identity, there isn’t an impossible way. Although it seldom ventures out, it often sends some subordinates to explore the outside world and even submits manuscripts to some magazines."
Angel: "It writes as well?"
Cicia: "Are you surprised? Honestly, I was surprised too when I first heard it, and it seemed absurd. But it indeed does submit works and communicates indirectly with other Wizards. By the way, the long-running Magical Energy Array here is due to its constant modifications and supplements, said to be the outcome of its exchanges."
Angel showed an expression of sudden realization: "No wonder it’s called the Sage; it really understands the importance of cognition and communication. Alchemy keeps innovating; to avoid being left behind in the old days by the new era, staying updated is essential."
"You seem not to have found its news through submissions? Never mind, if you don’t want to say, I won’t ask."
Cicia’s attitude underwent a complete change; though her expression remained indifferent, her words and actions were much milder.
"By the way, I remember it published a book separately, seemed to be some research topic, and even sent me a copy." Cicia: "Anyway, I’m not interested, because the research is too boring."
As Cicia spoke, she somehow produced a booklet, tossed it casually, forming a parabola, landing in Angel’s hand.
"If you like it, it’s yours."
Angel: "Aren’t you revealing the Wise Sovereign’s pen name like this? Won’t it care?"
Cicia cocked her head, her black hair covering half her face, a look of complete indifference: "It hasn’t forbidden me from passing on its writings, besides, keeping these in my Box only pollutes my Box."
The disdain in Cicia’s eyes was visibly apparent.
Angel muttered under his breath: "Is it necessary to act like that? An Alchemist’s book, even if it’s not great..."
As Angel’s muttering reached halfway, it abruptly stopped.
Because he opened the booklet and saw the content... uh, familiar content. In fact, not long ago, Angel had even used an Illusion Technique to materialize it for others to peruse collectively.
Indeed, it was that book "Record of the Varied Postures of Witch Eye and Ghost Intermingling"!
Author: Blue Chunk.
Angel never associated the Triclops Blue Demon with the author of this book, but knowing the result, thinking back, it somehow made sense.
For instance, to write such a unique "Diary of Ghosteye Witch Observation," you must find a place rich in Ghosteye Witches; otherwise, how can you observe varied intermingling postures?
And the outside work area happens to be filled with Ghosteye Witches. Most importantly, these Ghosteye Witches were initially cultivated by the Triclops Blue Demon.
Also, the author’s pen name seems to hint at something.
Blue Chunk... Blue Chunk...
Isn’t the Triclops Blue Demon just a giant Blue Chunk? Of course, one could say it’s more like a blue mountain of flesh.
Thinking this way, the reasons are sufficient, the logic coherent.
However, a conclusion is just a conclusion; if it doesn’t allow the logic to be coherent after knowing the answer, that would be strange.
"What? Have you read its book?" Cicia saw Angel’s expression change.
Angel nodded: "I have had the honor to read it."
Cicia sneered: "Then your level is not that great."
Angel instinctively replied in a familiar tone: "Ignorant as I am, naturally, I need to supplement my knowledge of various types. Besides, I’m not even twenty yet..."
"Shut up." said Cicia, rubbing her forehead, the veins on her hands faintly visible.
Angel fell silent, suspiciously looking at Cicia.
"Alright, you’ve already said enough. I know you’re not even twenty, you don’t need to keep, keep repeatedly mentioning it!" Cicia: "Do you know what topic women hate most? Correct, it’s the age topic. I don’t want to hear any age-related topics from you again."
Angel stared at the seemingly ireful Cicia, after pressing silence for two seconds, shrugged: "Alright."
"Pardon my lapse. Continue asking, what else do you want to know?" Cicia tidied her loose hair by her ear, regaining her composure.
"My second question is still about the Wise Sovereign."
Cicia looked puzzledly at Angel: "You just mentioned other purposes for being here; could it be related to it? Let me be clear, although its individual strength isn’t great, it is unbeatable in the underground aqueduct. With just your team, don’t think of confronting it. If you provoke it, you won’t even know how you die."
"Our target isn’t the Wise Sovereign either; we just need to pass through the hall where the Wise Sovereign resides to go another way." Angel: "To avoid provoking the Wise Sovereign and cross through the hall safely, we learned from outside Demon spirits that the Wise Sovereign is very fond of a Wood Spirit from the Hanging Jail Stairway, so we plan to find the Wood Spirit and bring it to the Wise Sovereign."
After Angel briefly explained their plan, Cicia showed an expression of understanding: "So your target in the Hanging Jail Stairway is that cowardly and timid Wood Spirit?"
Angel: "Has Lord Cicia seen it?"
Cicia nodded, recalling the Wood Spirit, her facial expression indescribable: "Met it once, but I’ve never seen such an odd Spirit. Not only cowardly and timid but also stingy. The rule here is to trade precious items for a ticket to pass, and I got so annoyed eventually that I didn’t even ask for its most precious thing, just let it give me something random. But it was still so stingy that I had to forcibly take something off it; otherwise, it would’ve pretended to be dead here for decades."
Indeed, Cicia’s Box is relatively safe; that Wood Spirit can feign death among many Ghosteye Witches for years and doing so in her Box for decades seems quite fitting with its character.
As Angel mused this, the image of this Wood Spirit sketched in his mind became more vivid.
Yet, Angel also felt a bit puzzled: "Given that the Wood Spirit’s character is so peculiar, what does the Wise Sovereign possibly see in it?"