When Sanders heard this name, for some reason, his heartbeat erratically skipped.
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On the other side, Angel’s heartbeat also suddenly quickened.
He rubbed his eyes and once again looked up towards the slowly fading fiery red figure on the distant street.
“Yes, this sensation, it’s so familiar…” Angel murmured softly.
He was currently on the roof of the ‘Dreamy Fantasy’ shop, and not far away, tall tree branches stretched over, shading a bit of coolness, casting mottled tree shadows on his face.
Fafnir rested against the trunk of a large tree nearby.
Angel chose this spot, in part because he coveted aura around Fafnir; within this Wind Domain, no major demon’s gaze could penetrate here.
Originally, Angel was pondering here, but suddenly, his peripheral vision caught a glimpse of a fiery red figure in the distant street, that vanished in a flash, but Angel felt a familiar fluctuation.
“It must be the chain I crafted…” Angel said, puzzled, “But, didn’t I give that chain to Popota? And Popota performed a Blood Soul Sacrifice, it shouldn’t appear in someone else’s hands.”
The fiery red figure seemed to have the shape of a demon, not a human. Could it really be his misperception?
Angel massaged his temples, his face full of confusion. If he thought carefully about it, even if it truly were Popota, he should not be showing up in Lassudral at this time.
“It must be my misperception.” With this thought, Angel lay back down on the rooftop, basking in the coolness of the tree leaves, feigning sleep just like Fafnir.
Time passed, and after roughly half an hour, Canaan’s voice suddenly reached Angel’s ears from the yard below.
“Shopkeeper, I found it outside! It’s the same pig demon person from before!”
Angel opened his slightly blurry eyes, looking down with a confused expression, only to see Canaan standing at the entrance to the yard, pointing at the lean white demon lying on the ground beside her.
Upon closer inspection, it was Morheim who had joined the customer experience at the shop before.
“How did it end up lying there?” Angel asked, puzzled.
Canaan shook her head, “I don’t know what happened. It fell from the sky, straight down here. It seems to have lost consciousness. Shopkeeper, what do we do now?”
Angel furrowed his brow. He was about to leave Lassudral and didn’t want to get involved with the demons here anymore. Especially since Morheim was a powerful demon who had contended with Lord Monty for a while.
However, it didn’t seem right to leave Morheim laying at the door of his own shop.
Angel thought for a moment, “Move it to the side, just so it doesn’t block the customers. How it stays unconscious is no concern of ours.”
Canaan nodded, In fact, for these unconscious demons, the locals of Lassudral typically would strip them clean and then see if they can sell them for money. But this pig demon person, with an unknown reason for unconsciousness and formidable strength, robbing it could easily backfire.
So what Angel said about ignoring it, Canaan agreed with.
She conjured two illusionary arms of water and lifted Morheim, placing him under a large tree at the edge of the forest.
After Canaan had placed him properly, she was about to return. But at that moment, in the unconscious Morheim, his left eye’s pupil began to show strange occurrences.
The black pupil turned into a series of characters.
Since there were no customers at the moment, Canaan didn’t rush back, standing by the side, she took in all the characters at a glance.
“Scoop out your eye? That’s not going to work.” Canaan shrugged her shoulders, “I mean, does your left eye have a different consciousness from the main body?”
The left eye did not respond to Canaan, but instead continued to form new characters.
This time, the characters weren’t telling Canaan to scoop them out, but asked: “What’s with your shop?”
“Didn’t you experience it yourself? Oh, right, it wasn’t you, it was your main body that experienced it.” Canaan broke into a laugh, it seemed this left eye indeed had separate consciousness from the pig demon person’s main body. Could it be some sort of parasite? Or maybe, a consciousness that formed on its own?
Regardless, Canaan found it rather interesting.
“What does your shop sell?” The characters changed again.
Canaan replied, “It’s a customer experience trip, yup. What do you experience? The rhythm of water, the cadence of the ocean. Well, you’re only an eye; you can’t experience it anyway, so why ask so many questions?”
The characters still transformed, but at that moment, the sound of footsteps came from the distant woods, apparently another customer had arrived. Canaan waved her hand, “There’s a customer, I’m leaving now.”
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