Just as the Observer was eagerly preparing to receive the gift, the Dalmatian looked at him quizzically, then slowly turned its gaze away from the Observer and slid to a spot behind him.
The Observer was taken aback: Not looking at me? Not looking at me!
Could he have misunderstood?
With doubt in his heart, the Observer turned his head to follow the Dalmatian’s gaze.
In the distant sky, without knowing when, suddenly appeared two beams of light, one white and one black, speeding toward their location like comets.
The Observer didn’t know what the black and white light was, but he understood he might have really misunderstood...
There was no queued gifting awaiting him.
Thinking back, Wang Wang, Angel, and the Dalmatian clearly have an unusual relationship, receiving gifts is normal. He only met the Dalmatian today and hadn’t even spoken a proper word with it. Why would it gift him anything?
The Observer felt his face grow hot; surely he had lost his mind, otherwise why would he have such delusions?
Fortunately, the Observer managed his expressions well, or else Angel or Wang Wang would notice and he would truly be embarrassed. As for being seen through by the Dalmatian... they are on different levels, isn’t that normal? In front of the Dalmatian, he is the junior, a junior with a little scheming is quite normal.
Thinking this, the Observer slowly calmed his somewhat turbulent emotions and refocused on the black and white light.
At this moment, those beams of light had gotten very close, and with the Observer’s vision, he could already make out the contours hidden within.
"I’ve never seen this, and the aura is very strange." The Observer furrowed his brow, could it be foreign invaders?
As the thought arose in the Observer’s mind, the two beams of light descended from the sky, landing nearby.
The overwhelming presence swept across the area instantly.
This kind of presence was similar to pressure; the Observer himself felt little impact, but Angel beside him instantly turned pale.
The Observer saw this and gently stomped the ground, an area of subtle distortion enveloped Angel and Wang Wang.
Within the distorted area, that presence vanished immediately. Angel looked at the Observer gratefully, and the Observer waved his hand nonchalantly, focusing again on the newcomers with a slightly cautious expression.
Though the presence brought him little pressure, for some reason, the Observer felt a growing unease deep within.
This unease was triggered by his natural inspiration.
The source of this alarm was the two tall women dressed in peculiar black and white metal skirts not far away.
They emitted a strong scent of sulfur, and as they moved, a large amount of white steam billowed from beneath their skirts.
They were indeed abnormal! Whether it was the smell or the unsettling energy aura that gave the Observer a sense of unease, both indicated that the newcomers were definitely not from this realm.
Are they smugglers? Invaders? Or perhaps interdimensional crossers?
Why did they arrive at the Southern Domain? What is their purpose?
As the Observer’s thoughts raced with questions, the black and white women gracefully floated toward them.
The Observer’s gaze was guarded, even showing faint signs of defensiveness, but if he were to look at Angel at that moment, he would find Angel’s expression serene, diametrically opposite to his own.
Even Wang Wang beside him had little reaction to the newcomers.
"Who are you?" The Observer’s voice echoed around them, imbued with a twisted power.
But the black and white women ignored him, their gaze passed over the Observer, looking at the Dalmatian and... Angel.
"I was curious why it came out, turns out it’s this." The black woman’s voice was sharp and unpleasant.
"I was also puzzled why it suddenly left, now I understand." The white woman’s voice was gentle and sweet.
As they spoke, they floated over.
When they were only two or three meters away, they stopped.
Up close, the Observer noticed that these two figures appeared human-like, but actually were quite different from humans. Their faces were covered with dual-colored scales, and they had no ears, one eye was pure black with white spots, the other pure white with a black center, looking exceptionally terrifying.
The black and white women paid no attention to the Observer’s scrutiny and instead, like elegant ladies, crossed their gloved hands at their waists and bowed slightly toward Angel.
"It’s an honor to see the esteemed Shava here." The white woman’s gentle gaze rested on Angel.
Black woman: "Likewise, it’s my honor."
Mr. Shava? A title of respect? Who are they referring to? Is it the Dalmatian? The Observer followed the two women’s gaze and saw Angel’s calm face.
It’s Angel? The Observer’s expression turned slightly odd. When did he change his name to Shava?
Moreover, do these two unusual women seem to respect Angel? Did they come here for him?
The Observer remained silent, quietly standing aside to watch this strange scene.
Meanwhile, Angel was being bowed to by the two women, and though internally flustered, his expression was incredibly composed, with green patterns slowly drifting from his right eye.
"Are you here to take it back?" Angel slowly began, not returning the greeting or engaging in pleasantries, because when he last met them in Xinnai Land, Angel maintained a cold demeanor and didn’t talk with them much. To remain consistent with his previous persona, Angel dared not engage in unnecessary greetings.
Seeing Angel point at the Dalmatian, the black and white women... or rather, the black and white maids, slightly nodded: "Yes, because of its departure, Xinnai Land is in chaos now."
"Has Minister Dim sent any message?" Angel continued to inquire.
"Yes, but Mr. Nuka has handled it, saying it is just visiting Xinnai Land and will return within three days in the realm." The white maid looked helplessly at the Dalmatian: "So, we are here to take it home now."
The Dalmatian was too lazy to look at the white maid, it turned and with a few quick steps, jumped into Angel’s arms.
Black maid: "It seems reluctant to leave you, Sir."
Angel lowered his head, pretending to ponder for a moment, then gently petted the Dalmatian’s fur: "You should go back."