Some of the wizards nodded again.
“Nothing serious happened to us, and it proved to be fun. Yes, I don’t mind spending several minutes watching such a fascinating occasion,” said Kooper as he smiled and nodded to Angor.
The remaining wizards all agreed just to show respect to Sunders.
Twilight clenched her fists harder, yet she did not dare to vent out her rage for real. The wizards were no weaker than her, AND they were all long-term customers of the auction. There was no way she could offend them here. Besides, Sunders stood in front of the little brat like a solid wall and blocked all methods she could use.
“As for interrupting your auction, I’ll tell him to do something about it,” Sunders spoke in a plain tone.
“Something? What exactly?”
“He’ll pay you, according to the existing regulations of your auction.”
“A hundred thousand magic crystals, and we’re even,” Twilight thought for a moment and gave her price.
“Hundred thousand?? You may as well go rob a bank!” Angor poked his head from behind Sunders and protested.
Sunders pushed Angor’s head back. “Good. I’ll let him send the crystals in half a month. It’s settled. No one shall mention this incident again.”
Angor almost cried. How was it possible for him to collect that kind of money?!
“But-but… I saved…”
Sunders glanced at him. “We’ll talk about it later.”
Lydia walked to Flora. “See that? Discrimination.”
Flora rolled her eyes.
“Oh? I see your skeleton is a lot better now,” Lydia suddenly pointed out.
Flora looked around and did see Little Red in a better condition. It had those flames in its eyes sockets turn into smiling crescent shape. When Angor looked this way, Little Red took out a rose from somewhere and reached out with a trembling skeletal arm toward Angor.
“Hey, Little Red!” Angor happily joined Flora and accepted the blood-red rose. He put the rose in his chest pocket and hurried to another direction where Dave and Prome lay unconscious against a wall.
He quickly found Toby being held carefully in Dave’s hand.
Angor took Toby in his own hands and sensed the bird’s body temperature. The beam wound was slowly disappearing, which meant Prome already did something to help.
However, Angor feared that Toby’s wound would require more treatment than that. He returned to Sunders and begged his professor.
Sunders sighed and said, “You know, I wasn’t planning to save you there, but you still dragged me here by your daring conduct. I’ll let it pass this time. Only this one time! Next time before you do something, think of the consequences!”
The gentleman took Toby over and cast a wizard-level healing spell which patched Toby’s wound up drastically.
After making sure the bird had stable vitals, Sunders passed Toby back to Angor. The creature was still unconscious.
Angor was somewhat glad about this. Being unconscious meant Toby could not cause more trouble for now.
“Did you close the passage?” Sunders looked at Angor’s shoulder wound, which was still bleeding.
“As you ordered,” Angor chuckled. “Not only that, but I also managed to trick the wizard-level toy owl into going back. Oh right, where’s Fox and Froggy?”
When he realized Sunders was giving him a puzzled look, Angor quickly explained, “Fox is… the red fox with a harp and the green frog is called Froggy.”
“Huh. You know them well,” Sunders mocked.
“I have to join them to learn how to shut the passage!” Angor remembered how everyone saw his terrible performance and felt embarrassed again.
“They vanished. I’m afraid they already left the Nightmare Domain. Not sure if that’s going to give us troubles in the future.”
“They left? What about… them?” Angor pointed to the teacup band and toy soldiers.
The teacups responded to his gesture by yelling loudly, “Where are you, my queen??”
They sounded like children crying in sharp voices.
…
After some more hubbub, the wizards all realized that none of their attacks worked against these creatures. The attacks only bounced back at them. Also, it seemed the toy soldiers could drain energy from the attacks into their weapons and then unleash that power against whoever wanted to harm them.
“Leave these things to me. I’ll think of something,” Sunders said in the end.
By this, Sunders also prevented anyone from seizing the creatures for their experiments.
“Mister Sunders, how do we get out? Is it still dangerous?” Kooper asked politely.
“No. We’ll leave soon enough.”
Sunders sent a voice transmission the Angor next, “You created the Nightmare Domain, and you should be the one who’ll take it under your care.”
“My care? What does that mean?”