Chapter 1054: Wordless Script

Angel was also confused. Why was it him?

Why did he become the key to this important decision that would obviously change the trajectory of others?

Did Feng see it through prophecy? Or did he just happen to catch up in the wilderness of time, not a step earlier or later?

Angel told Ye about his doubts.

Ye's answer made him even more confused: "Maybe anyone will come to me, or maybe it will only be you."

For Ye, it doesn't matter who comes to him, what matters is the time point. Maybe Feng really foresaw that he would meet this human now, or maybe Feng just set a limit for him, but in any case, Ye only needs to know one thing: the time has come. Other details are the prerequisites for this conclusion for him. The present is important, but it will be dispensable after the time has passed.

However, if Ye were to answer Angel's doubts, he would personally prefer the argument that "this matter has been destined." In other words, Feng may have foreseen the present through some means.

Because the timing was too coincidental, it happened that Ye's strength was stuck at the most critical step, and the next step was the class of the demon lord. It also happened that he completed the last step of self-control. Now, what shackled him from moving forward, in addition to energy restrictions, was... this painting.

There is a way to solve the energy restriction, but if Angel hadn't found this painting, it might never be able to cover the night in the painting.

At such a coincidental time and such a coincidental meeting, Ye naturally tended to think that Angel was the one who was destined to find it.

Seeing that Angel was still confused, Ye said lightly: "It doesn't matter who it is, and you don't need to be responsible for my future, because when Feng gave me this painting, it was destined that the ghost fire would overturn the night in the painting. Such a result has long been destined, and you just happened to meet by chance."

Doubt flashed in Angel's eyes. Maybe he really just happened to meet by chance, but is this matter really that simple? Feng chose himself to be the one who changed the current situation of the Night Pavilion Master. Doesn't it have a deeper meaning?

Angel didn't know, but at present, it seems to be only this.

Angell looked at the painting, "Then... when will the Night Pavilion Master make this night disappear?"

"Night never disappears. Even if it is covered by fire, it still exists."

Ye's answer seemed to be a double entendre. However, what Angell actually wanted to know was what Ye would do next once the night in the painting was replaced by flames, whether Ye's next actions would also be within Feng's foresight, and whether he would continue to play a new role in it.

In response to his confusion, Ye just chuckled: "How fate will unfold is never clear in one foresight. If you keep your thoughts trapped in Feng's foresight, you will always be in the script. Even if this play is not what Feng wants."

Ye's words reminded Angell of a joke about prophecy he had seen: excellent prophecies are never written with a pen, but cut into a wordless script with scissors.

Feng's foresight may be a thought in his mind, cutting a wordless script. What the result of the script will be, Feng himself may not be able to tell.

However, a script is a script after all. No matter what the ending of the play in the script is, it cannot escape the framework of the play.

Therefore, if Angel keeps his mind on Feng's script, any choice he makes in the future will be considered as a foresight, and he will always be trapped in the script.

However, fate has always been unpredictable, not step by step.

Thinking of this, Angel nodded thoughtfully.

"Let's talk about the material problem." Ye stopped talking about Feng here and returned to the main topic, and Angel's attention was also attracted.

"The ground vein fire rock required to refine the fire stone originally only needs to be deposited for a thousand years, but the demon gold coins you gave are quite generous, so I chose a piece of ground vein fire rock that has been deposited for ten thousand years for you." After a pause, Ye said again: "I have also bought all the materials for the white ember fire melt. Give me a day, and I will use the hell ghost fire to brew it into shape."

The white ember fire melt must be brewed with the hell ghost fire, and only Ye can do it.

Ye took out the ground fire rock and other fragmentary materials, and Angel collected them one by one. However, in addition to the white ember fire flux, Angel noticed that there was another main material, the fragments of the fire stone, which Ye did not take out.

"The amount of the fragments of the fire stone is too large, and it is not available at the moment. Wait for two to three days or so, and the goods should arrive."

Two to three days? Angel calculated that he should return to the Ice Valley immediately after the goods arrived, and there should be enough time, so he nodded to Ye: "Then I'll trouble you, the owner."

"You're welcome." Ye said lightly: "I'll help you make the white ember fire flux, and you can come to get it at this time tomorrow."

After that, Ye turned around and sank into the darkness.

Angel turned his head again and looked at the painting hanging on the wall. Looking at the flame suppressed by the night, he seemed to see the land of fire transmission.

Recalling Ye's quiet appearance, he suddenly wanted to see what Ye would become when the night completely disappeared, without repression and restraint? Like the fire demon, terrifying and ferocious, turning into an endless sea of ​​fire, sweeping across the scorched earth?

Smiling and shaking his head, Angel turned away from his redundant thoughts.

After coming out of the game hall, Angel walked towards the psychedelic cabin while thinking about his next plan. He originally thought he would have to stay in Rasudran for at most one day, but he didn't expect that he would have to stay here for three days due to the shortage of Fire Stone fragments.

In this case, he decided to keep the psychedelic cabin open.

Demons have nothing to do with humans, so the materials and prices in Castlevania will not change with human needs. In addition, Castlevania itself has many unique materials. Angel plans to take this opportunity to earn more demon gold coins. Gather some.

After all, it’s hard to say whether there will be another chance to visit Castlevania in the future.

Moreover, even if he really enters the Castlevania in the future, he probably won't have the time, timing, and harmony that he has now, so that he can use the nightclub master's connections to purchase precious demonic resources.

Soon, Angel came to the woods where the psychedelic cabin was located.

The fresh air and the mottled tree shadows made Angel feel quite comfortable. Before, when Angel came to the abyss, he only had two impressions of the abyss: no hope, and endless depression.

It is indeed rare to be able to steal this glimmer of leisure time in such a dull abyss.

However, this comfortable time did not last long. When Angel came to the door of the psychedelic cabin, he found that he was being targeted by someone...no, he was being targeted by a demon.

The burning fireball glared at Angel fiercely with red eyes.

In those red bloodshot eyes, Angel could faintly see a little grievance.

Angel sighed. He didn't expect this little fire demon to be so persistent. He went to the game house for most of the day, and when he came back, the little guy was still guarding the door.

Because he was not paying attention for a moment, he was caught by it.

With Fafnir suppressing him in the wooden house, the young fire demon did not dare to attack him, but just stared at him with those eyes.

Without saying a word, but with deep obsession.

Angel's scalp was numb from being stared at, and with the young fire demon blocking his way, he finally sighed and said: "Oh, what do you want? I don't let you experience the rhythm of the ocean. This is for your own good. You are a fire element Devil, if you try to experience the true meaning of the water system, you will get hurt."

The young fire demon was also a little surprised that Angel was talking to it. It had been making trouble outside for a long time, and the dark-skinned woman inside either swung it away or ignored it at all, making it feel very depressed and aggrieved.

It doesn't know why it is so persistent. It just doesn't want to be. No one has ever treated it like this.

"I don't care, I want to experience it!" Perhaps it was a rebellious mentality. Even if the young fire demon knew that what the aboriginals in front of it said might be true, it didn't want to lose face.

The baby fire demon speaks Abyssal, which is much more standard than Angel's. However, perhaps it is because the baby fire demon is too young, and his tone of voice always has a childish taste.

As expected, he is a naughty child, and his life and death will not be peaceful without milk. Angel said helplessly in his heart.

"If you really want to experience it, that's fine. However, don't blame me for not reminding you if you are seriously injured." Angel paused and then said: "Our store is closed today. If you want to experience it, come back tomorrow."

The softening of Angel's tone made the young fire demon pause for a moment, and said with a suspicious expression: "Are you telling the truth?"

"real."

"You won't hit me again?"

"As long as you don't disturb other guests, I won't touch you again."

After receiving the guarantee, the young fire demon curled his lips and put on a arrogant expression, "Huh, then I will come back tomorrow. If you dare to break your promise then, I will burn you."

After saying this, the young fire demon changed its previous appearance and flew leisurely out of the forest in mid-air, its black tail wagging wildly, like a puppy that had been rewarded.

Angel shook his head, opened the door and prepared to enter the house, but at this moment, he felt a burning gaze coming from behind.

He turned around in confusion, only to see the young fire demon jumping to the side of the forest in the distance, with a figure wrapped in a red robe beside it. The young fire demon was talking impatiently to the man in red robe, and the sight Angel felt before was exactly what the man in red robe was looking at.

The red-robed man's hood was on, so he couldn't see his appearance clearly, but Angel could feel that even when he was talking to the young fire demon, his eyes were looking towards him. And that line of sight was full of complex emotions, including doubts, malice, suspicion, and vigilance.

Is it a slave to the young fire demon? Angel wondered in his heart. Judging from the way they interacted with each other, they looked like slaves.

Not long ago in the resting place, Angel met Stian Trofer, who was a slave of a certain Goat Demon. Young fire demons are demon nobles in the inner layer of the abyss, and it is normal to have slaves.

Angel ignored the other party's gaze. Anyway, he wouldn't be able to stay here much longer.