Angel nodded: “That’s the only way for now.”
Nevertheless, Angel still planned to investigate whether there was another way to share abilities. Even if he couldn’t do it now, there might be a similar ability within the Principal Body of the Nightmare Domain, right?
Soon, they returned to the spectator seats.
But as Angel was about to look for Lyon, he realized that what he’d thought was a quiet spot was now full of people. The reason was… one of the duel’s contestants, the current Sheriff of Originheart City, Tullas, was standing by Lyon’s side, talking to him.
At that moment, Lyon also saw Angel. He was about to greet him when he noticed Sanders behind Angel and was momentarily stunned.
Isn’t Illusion Demon supposed to be with Mentor catching Rolando? How did they appear here? Could it be that Mentor has already returned to the manor?
While these thoughts tumbled through Lyon’s mind, Tullas turned his head and noticed the newcomers.
His eyes lit up, and he approached them with a cheeky smile.
“My lord, have you also come to see how I will defeat the deceitful Knight?” Tullas’s face was excited: “With my lord cheering for me, today I will definitely beat him so he won’t be able to pick himself back up!”
In his heart, Angel silently thought: I’m not here to cheer for you; actually, I am hoping you lose.
But on the surface, he calmly said, “You still call Sir Sabel the deceitful Knight? I recall you lost a match to him.”
Tullas’s expression froze, and it took a while before he laughed it off, “I I, it was, that was… I let him win! Yes, I let him! After all, he’s an old man in his seventies or eighties. What if he couldn’t take the blow from losing two-nil to me?”
As Tullas’s eyes flickered, Angel didn’t bother to correct him but merely said indifferently, “I remember you’re several decades older than the so-called Sir Sabel.”
With his age a mystery, Tullas twitched his mouth and became silent.
Angel walked past Tullas, intending to take a seat, but just then, Tullas said, “My lord, this spot is too far from the arena to closely witness… ahem, to watch my heroism. Why don’t we go to the front rows? There’s a referee’s seat there. Lyon was the referee the last two times, but since my lord has come, you must sit as a referee, I believe my lord will definitely be unbiased!”
Angel really wanted to tell Tullas that he was already biased in his heart.
Angel was about to refuse, but the surroundings were already swarming with people. He didn’t mind the crowd, but with Sanders by his side, he reconsidered. Thinking this, he turned to Sanders, “Mentor, there are too many people here. Shall we sit at the referee’s seat?”
Sanders nodded his head in agreement without any particular expression.
Not until Angel mentioned it did Tullas notice the tall man wearing a low hat behind Angel.
When he glimpsed his face, Tullas suddenly stuttered in surprise, “San San… Sir Sanders…”
Angel: “Stop shouting and lead us to our seats first.”
Hastily nodding, Tullas gestured for them to follow.
Angel called over the still-stunned Lyon, and together with Sanders, they followed Tullas toward the arena below.
Their movements also attracted the gaze of almost everyone present. Lyon was recognized by the others for having been a fair referee before… but Angel and Sanders, very few knew them.
However, judging by the respectful manner Tullas showed, they were definitely not insignificant figures.
The audience began to speculate about their identities.
Even Sabel, Tullas’s opponent, the Knight, took notice of them.
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