Chapter 662: The Disappearance of Anada

On the other side, Sanders in the study was looking at the "Monument of the Strange Ring" in his hand.

As he turned it over and over, he soon saw the logo hidden in a magic pattern under the monument: a lion heart wrapped in thorns.

Sanders' eyes turned and he understood Angel's idea.

"This kid has come to this point?" Sanders laughed.

He did not experiment with the Monument of the Strange Ring immediately, but placed it at one end of the desk, side by side with the eagle ornament. Both ornaments were made by Angel, but from the appearance, it is obvious that Angel has grown in the concept of alchemy.

"I hope you can go further." Sanders smiled.

At this time, the door of the study was pushed open, and Flora walked in angrily: "I am almost mad at Xiaohong. Every time I see Angel, she takes the initiative to send flowers, which makes me want to get angry but have no place to vent!"

"What? Angel made you angry." Sanders raised his eyebrows.

"Of course not. It's not him who made me angry." Flora did not mind saying that her anger towards Angel was entirely because of someone's venting of anger.

Sanders raised his eyebrows: "I asked you to go through the main gate, just to ask you to follow the rules."

"Why follow the rules? I'm a wizard, not a mortal. If following the rules can lead to true knowledge, then I will follow them." Flora rolled her eyes, and then she saw the Strange Ring Monument on the table: "What is this? I didn't see it when I came last time. It's pretty..."

Flora came over, "Hey, the band pattern inside this diamond is quite interesting. Teacher, what is this?"

"Strange Ring Monument, something that is more interesting inside than outside."

"What's inside it?" Flora played with the Strange Ring Monument, looking very interested.

"Okay, let's talk about these later, let's talk about business first. I asked you to come this time because I'm going to the Nightmare Realm."

Flora's expression was restrained, and her face became more and more serious as Sanders told her story. Finally, she nodded: "I understand."

...

Angel's bedroom.

"Do you have something to ask me?" Angel opened the bedroom door and looked at Whippetton who was wandering back and forth in the corridor outside the door.

Since Angel returned to the bedroom, he felt that Whippetton had been wandering in front of his door. He used his mental tentacles to reach out and found that this kid didn't dare to knock on the door. He just kept mumbling something in his mouth, with an anxious look on his face.

When Whippetton saw Angel open the door, his eyes were both surprised and hesitant: "Master Pat... I just want to ask one thing."

Angel leaned against the door frame: "What is it? Are you still thinking about Peter Pan?"

"Peter Pan?" Whippetton was stunned: "I really want to know the story of Peter Pan, but I want to ask another thing... Has the master seen Anada recently?"

Anada? A figure flashed in Angel's mind, a sexy beauty with a proud figure. This person was the gangster leader he had seen in Night Demon City. He was born with supernatural powers. It was said that he was the daughter of the city defense captain and also the childhood sweetheart of Huibiton.

At the beginning, because Angel did not bring Anada to the Savage Cave, Huibiton quarreled and made a scene for a long time. However, Huibiton was venting his emotions unilaterally, and Angel ignored him.

"Why are you asking me about this suddenly? How can I know her whereabouts?" Angel paused: "I have never been back since I left Night Demon City."

"Is she missing? Instead of asking me, you might as well ask her relatives."

Huibiton's face showed anxiety: "The day before yesterday, when my grandfather and I went to Windmill Town to purchase supplies, I met her father, Captain Neboya, and he told me that Anada was missing."

Windmill Town is near the mirror world and is also one of the several air ports in the Savage Cave.

"She is missing, what's the point of asking me?" Angel raised his eyebrows.

"Captain Neboya told me that Anada said she listened to you and wanted to try. She has been gone for almost half a year." Huibiton said anxiously.

Listened to me? Angel was stunned for a moment. He didn't seem to say anything to Anada, right?

"What does she want to try?" Angel frowned.

"Wizard, she wants to be a wizard. Captain Neboya told me that the young master once told her that she still has a glimmer of hope to become a wizard."

Angel's eyebrows were tightly knitted. Anada wanted to be a wizard. This was what Angel knew from the beginning.

However, Anada's mental power value was less than 10 points, which was not enough to reach the edge of the gifted. For this reason, the reason why Huibiton was brought to the Savage Cave and not her was for this reason.

But, did he tell Anada that there was still a glimmer of hope?

Was there?

Angel thought deeply for a moment, and it seemed that there was such a thing. At the beginning, because he didn't have a space bracelet, he went to the Twilight Well and bought a lot of things, so he hired Anada, who was born with divine power, as a coolie. Later, when Anada asked him how to become a wizard, he was in a good mood and did reveal some things to her.

However, the reason why Angel was willing to tell her was because the Twilight Well had its own formation, which would make non-talented people forget everything about the Twilight Well. Angel thought that even if he told Anada, she was just a mortal and would forget it after leaving the Twilight Well.

Didn't she forget it? Or did she remember it by other means? For example, writing it on paper?

Angel thought for a moment and said to Whibton: "I once told her that her spiritual power is not enough. The only way to become a wizard is to increase her spiritual power. And how to increase it, I just told her One way to get Linye Potion."

"Probably, she left just to find Lin Ye Potion, right?" Angel speculated.

"Even so, there must be a place to look for Linye Potion, right? Master, really don't know where she went?" Whibbiton still kept saying it repeatedly.

Angel shook his head, and in Whibbiton's disappointed eyes, he handed him the empty plate.

"She is also an adult and has her own ideas. If she wants to pursue her ideals, let her go. No matter how much you worry, you can't change her decision." Angel said and closed the door.

After a moment of silence, Angel walked to the window sill.

He saw Whitbiton walking outside the manor with a depressed look on his face, and Butler Goode stood behind him, shaking his head and sighing.

He actually didn't say anything just now: Only after hitting a wall can you learn to grow up.

But he thought about it later and didn't say it out loud. Although Linye Potion is cherished very much, nothing can be said for sure. Maybe persistence can really lead to success, and maybe Anada will finally find Linye Potion.

Everyone in this world is alive and has a different life trajectory. No one knows where their destiny will lead them in the end.

Angel's eyes slowly moved to another place in Sanders' study.

From his angle, he could only see that the lights were still on in Sanders' study, but he could not see what was going on inside.

I don’t know if Sanders has entered the nightmare world?

The sky was very dark, and a black cloud came from nowhere and pressed over the Phantom Island. After a burst of lightning, heavy rain poured down with thunder.

Seeing the rain making different trajectories on the glass window, Angel suddenly sighed, shook his head and closed the curtains.

The sun shines on the sky, the clouds clear and the fog disperses.

Angel stretched himself. He stayed up all night last night refining the alchemical illusion with mysterious objects, and finally refined five different finished products. They all look like falcon ornaments, but the movements and appearance of the falcons are slightly different.

I looked at the time, it was already seven in the morning.

Thinking about it, Sanders should have returned from the nightmare world, after all, entering and leaving the nightmare world is a matter of seconds.

Angel put away the falcon ornaments and prepared to report to the study.

While walking through the corridor on the second floor, Angel met Butler Goode, who was walking from the direction of the kitchen: "Master Pat, you came just in time. Today's breakfast is fresh milk from the rolling pasture in Windmill Town, and Butter wheat buns. Fruit options include…”

Goode gave a list of breakfast items, but Angel quickly interrupted him: "Put these food in the restaurant first, I will go there later."

Good nodded slightly.

"Steward Good, is there any movement from the mentor's side?" Angel thought for a while and asked in a different way: "I mean, did he tell you what to do for breakfast?"

Good shook his head: "My lord, I haven't eaten for a long time. I usually only eat on some special days."

"Has the instructor ever left the room today?"

"No." Good paused and said, "However, I seemed to see Miss Flora leaving early yesterday morning."

Flora has left? Angel thought for a moment and let go of his worries. In this case, Sanders should have successfully returned from the nightmare world.

After saying goodbye to Goode, Angel came to Sanders' study.

But before he knocked on the door, a tired voice came from the door: "Angel, what's the matter?"

"Teacher, I have refined the alchemical illusion. I will send it over." Angel quickly took out a row of falcon ornaments from his bracelet.

After a while, Sanders' reply came from inside: "I know."

With a flash of energy, the falcon ornament in Angel's hand disappeared instantly.

"Do you have anything else? If nothing happens, just retreat first."

Sanders seemed to have no intention of meeting him.

Angel thought for a while and asked in a low voice: "Teacher, regarding the area where the mysterious attic is..."

"We'll talk about this later."

Before Angel could finish speaking, Sanders directly interrupted his inquiry.

Now that Sanders had made up his mind, Angel could only nod and leave, even if he was full of doubts.

When Angel left, a gust of wind blew out of thin air in the dark study room.

The wind blows the curtains, and the morning light shines in slightly. But when he saw blood all over the ground, accompanied by the sound of dripping, Sanders, who was soaked in blood, let out a long breath.