Looking from the back, the person appeared very lean and tall. At this moment, standing by the western window, he looked at the stack of thick documents in his hand under the falling sunlight.
Perhaps because he heard the sound of the balcony door being pushed open, the person turned around.
After pausing for two seconds, he gently curled his lips: "So it’s the Transcendental Wizard."
As he spoke, he closed the documents and walked towards Angel, stopping three steps away, taking off his pure white gloves and reaching out his hand towards Angel.
A handshake.
The traditional etiquette of the Winsbills nobility, compared to the more conventional cheek kiss, is a more restrained and slightly aloof handshake favored by the Winsbills nobility.
Angel looked at the newcomer, a young man wearing gold-rimmed glasses. A clear voice, elegant movements, traditional etiquette, and a perfectly tailored suit filled with dark gold decorations. Every detail carried a sense of disciplined abstinence.
He looked just like an aristocratic scholar.
But anyone who had heard his name would regard him with a degree of dread, his name even more feared than Sanders in the Barbarian Cave. This was evident from Frode’s expression; Frode, who was originally working at his desk, frequently glanced at the young man with obvious fear in his eyes, as if afraid that in the moment he lowered his head, this refined young man would transform into a monster and devour him whole.
Angel pondered for half a second, then also reached out his hand, lightly shaking it with the other, calling his name: "Bayer Wizard."
The refined young man was Dumatin Bayer, nicknamed "Microcosm," and among the lower-level apprentices of the Barbarian Cave, he was known as the Craniotomy Butcher. An eccentric wizard passionate about biological research and craniotomy.
"Calling me Bayer Wizard feels so distant. You can just call me Dumatin." Dumatin squinted and smiled, his tone familiar compared to Angel’s distant tone, speaking with a natural familiarity.
Angel naturally wasn’t familiar with Dumatin, but once, when he was still an apprentice, he obtained the condemned Baruba from Dumatin. Dumatin, seeing Angel as an "Alchemist," exchanged him for a favor, handing Baruba over to Angel.
Although the situation at the time was quite complex, the final result was that Angel owed Dumatin a favor.
So, facing Dumatin’s familiarity at this moment, Angel didn’t pull a long face, following Dumatin’s tone: "Similarly, calling me Transcendental Wizard also feels a bit distant, you can call me Angel."
"That suits me perfectly." Dumatin smiled and nodded, then released the handshake with Angel.
Dumatin: "When I arrived earlier, I didn’t see you on the outside terrace. So, the last place you left was the Sky Tower’s terrace?"
Angel: "I just set the entry point here."
Realization flashed in Dumatin’s eyes: "I see, as the creator of this realm, you can set the entry position to any location in the Wilderness of Dreams?"
Angel nodded: "Yes."
A gleam flashed in Dumatin’s eyes: "I wonder if there’s a way for us to acquire this ability?"
Angel could discern that Dumatin’s true interest wasn’t in acquiring the positioning ability but rather probing the source of such an ability.
This concerned the issue of authority, which Angel could discuss, but now was not the time to reveal it.
So, in response to Dumatin’s question, Angel lightly said: "It’s not possible for now."
Only for now? Dumatin suppressed the question that almost reached his throat; he could see Angel didn’t want to delve deeply into this near-rule-like ability, so he decided to hold back for now.
"If that’s the case, then so be it." Dumatin seemed entirely unconcerned, composed and open.
Angel was quite surprised by Dumatin’s nonchalance, considering his profile of Dumatin’s character, he wasn’t someone who would easily give up.
Angel’s character profile wasn’t incorrect. This restraint didn’t align with Dumatin’s character, but compared to adhering to his own character, what Dumatin wanted more now was to take advantage of the favor owed by Angel and establish a closer relationship with him.
Whether it was Angel’s identity as a member of the Research and Development Institute or his foresight into the prospects of the Wilderness of Dreams, they were reasons worth establishing at least a non-hostile, friendly relationship with Angel.
Under this premise, reigning in his own character to avoid offending Angel was the primary task.
"Did Angel come here to find Frode?" After receiving affirmation, Dumatin smiled and said: "Alright then, I won’t disturb you. I’ll go to the next room."
Dumatin nodded towards Angel, then looked at Frode, waving the documents in his hand: "I’ll just borrow these materials for now, I’ll return them later."
Frode, facing Dumatin, the Great Demon King, dared not refuse, nodding repeatedly: "No problem, no problem."
Dumatin turned and left, and before leaving, he said to Angel: "If Angel has time, perhaps you could come next door to find me later, we could have a discussion."
As for what to discuss, Dumatin didn’t specify, but the exchange between wizards naturally wouldn’t be limited to a single topic. Moreover, since Dumatin defined it as an exchange, he certainly intended to offer some knowledge in return, rather than just gleaning information.
"If I have time." Angel responded in the same polite manner.
Dumatin smiled, then left the room.
After Dumatin left, Frode, who had been trembling at his desk, finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Is it that exaggerated?" Angel said with amusement.
"Of course it is!" Frode nodded vigorously like pounding garlic, speaking with lingering fear: "You don’t know, when he found out that I’m a soul in reality, the look in his eyes was terrifying, as if he wanted to dissect me on the spot."
"That’s exactly why, while Lord Dumatin was here for nearly five hours, I didn’t dare to relax for even a minute. I was supposed to be writing documents, and now I’ve only written one page... even that page was haphazardly done, mainly to appear normal in front of him. Otherwise, if he saw my fear, he might actually come over and perform a live dissection on me."
After hearing Frode’s account, Angel couldn’t help but chuckle. "Seeing your fear, it will make a move," is a situation typically found only among beasts or undead. For Frode, an undead, to say such words, it was a bizarre inversion.
However, Frode wasn’t joking; his voice still trembled, showing that his fear of Dumatin was genuine.
"By the way, what did Dumatin come here to do?" Before asking this question, Angel’s thoughts sank into the Ability Tree for a moment. Using the authority of the Gatekeeper, he checked when Dumatin had entered the Wilderness of Dreams.
Dumatin definitely came in through that batch of log-in devices Angel had previously handed over to Rhein. Since Angel had not set up a "stranger entry alert" prior to logging in those devices, he needed to look into the Ability Tree to confirm Dumatin’s entry time.
The final answer was one day ago.
This answer made Angel feel quite subtle because the log-in point set for that batch of devices handed to Rhein was in the New City, primarily to make it more convenient for the apprentices to construct the new city. And it would take nearly half a day by airship from the New City to Originheart City.
This means that Dumatin basically didn’t stay in the New City after entering the Wilderness of Dreams but came directly and urgently to Originheart City.
Combining this with what Frode mentioned earlier, that Dumatin had been here for more than five hours, it was evident that after arriving in Originheart City, Dumatin headed straight to the Sky Tower.
This very purposeful route piqued Angel’s interest in Dumatin’s intentions.