If it really was a base angle, did that mean there were magic patterns on this suitcase… or perhaps, a Magical Energy Array?
Suise examined it closely, yet there was no trace of any magic pattern he recognized on the suitcase.
Ultimately, Suise had no choice but to leave the judgment to Angel.
The Hand of Magic held the suitcase aloft, presenting it in front of Angel for him to observe.
Upon closer inspection, the outer appearance of the suitcase was taken in at a glance. It was formed in one piece, the leather very smooth, with the crosshatch pattern applied using some sort of coating. The only indentations were the stitches that emerged beneath the stud.
But upon closer examination, those stitches resembled ordinary sewing thread used to attach the stud more than anything else.
After a while, Angel’s brow furrowed; he too hadn’t discovered any magic pattern, but the pattern that the stitching formed truly resembled a base angle…
“Could you have been mistaken?” The White Bear asked Angel in a low voice, seeing that Angel was still silent with a deeply furrowed brow.
Angel pondered for a long time, still not sensing the presence of any magic patterns. Could it be, as the White Bear suggested, that he had been mistaken? Were those stitches merely designed to look like that pattern?
At this point, doubt began to appear in Suise’s eyes when he looked at Angel.
It wasn’t that he doubted Angel’s abilities; privately, he just thought that perhaps Angel was over-anxious, knowing that his judgment might have been an error and somewhat reluctant to admit it.
“Actually, the absence of magic patterns is a pretty good outcome, isn’t it? Even if there were any magic patterns, you could handle them, right?” The White Bear whispered.
“I want to touch the suitcase directly,” Angel suddenly said.
Because they were wary of traps inside the suitcase, they had not touched it before, only carrying it with the Hand of Magic.
Now that Angel requested to make contact, Suise felt that it was simply a matter of pride preventing him from admitting to a folly, beginning to act somewhat stubborn. With their naked eyes, they had nearly seen all there was to see, and since there were no traces of indentations on the suitcase, touching it seemed meaningless.
But since the discovery of the suitcase was undeniably Angel’s greatest contribution, when he made such a request, Suise couldn’t stop him, though his face grew a bit darker.
Angel glanced back at Sanders; Sanders’s eyes showed no distrust, only calmly asking, “Do you truly think it’s a magic pattern?”
“I don’t know, but you can’t probe inside this suitcase, which in itself signifies something. I have an idea I need to verify,” Angel replied.
Sanders nodded, “Then proceed as you wish.”
Angel reached out and slowly touched the surface of the suitcase, a chill running through his fingertips and into his body.
Angel caressed the so-called “base angle” he had been suspicious of, then pressed lightly, his finger sliding down along the base angle. He closed his eyes and silently felt the sensation on his fingertips.
As time trickled by, the air grew stagnant.
Impatience flickered in Suise’s eyes, but with the presence of the Illusion Demon, he refrained from speaking out.
The White Bear, meanwhile, took out his wand to conduct a detection prophecy… but, as if fate had abandoned him once more, he received no insight.
Just when Suise could hardly wait to speak, Angel suddenly announced, “I was not wrong in my judgment, it is indeed a magic pattern.”