And those purple fla humanoids he saw outside the Hall of Thousand Doors during the combat.
So that's it.
Atira also realized: "Who is the person whose body he possessed this ti?"
"That I don't know," Nikopolas replied, "but I know who it was last ti."
Fang Hong actually guessed who it was, and the na that flashed through his mind was—Aiertaute Ailingelan.
The other was the close friend of the Dwarf Haggston, Kalatu and Yoshude must be aware of how their companion was controlled by the Wanderer, but they were powerless in the face of Lifegard's curse.
Haggston stole the Dragon's Golden Eyes, and though Yoshude knew this, he did nothing to stop it. He must have understood what was going on. The Dwarf wanted to save his friend, but in the end he had to succumb to the Wanderer's temptation.
And that's how everything in Dolifen happened.
However, not many people knew the inside story of that trade after a hundred years, but judging by Aiertaute's armor from the graveyard, it seed the Dwarf got nothing he wanted except for the na of a traitor.
So there are two people on the journal.
The daughter of the Rogsel family, Aiertaute Ailingelan, both have been accounted for. Only the last person remains, still shrouded in mist.
However, Fang Hong could not bother about them now.
He already understood the implication behind Nikopolas's words, that the Wanderer was not dead, he was still alive, and likely already here, about to et them. Before that, he needed to figure out the opponent's weakness.
Carrying the curse of the Dragon King and a Dark Saint, it was impossible for him to be unscathed.
"Then what is his weakness?"
"Would it be of any use if I told you his weakness?" Nikopolas's voice was full of sarcasm: "A so-called weakness is relative. To you, the opponent is close to a god. Can a mouse grasp an eagle's weakness?"
Fang Hong replied, quite disgruntled: "Then why are you telling all this!?"
Nikopolas, perhaps finding it a bit awkward himself, replied: "Alright, after he possesses soone else's body, it takes him so ti to recover his strength. Since he just took a new body, his power is probably not even at one-tenth or two-tenths—"
Fang Hong calculated the ti of Duke Phoenix's eldest son's disappearance, and indeed, it was less than half a year ago.
At this point, Nikopolas sighed and said: "It's a pity you ruined my plans in Fanric, otherwise, if I hadn't taken a hit from the 'Xiuma' Dragon Spear, I wouldn't need your help. I could take care of him myself in this state."
"This person is ticulous, and I don't know why he rushed here this ti, in his normal state, you wouldn't see him again in at least seven or eight years. By then, even if you had all the Ten Kings together, you wouldn't be a match for him."
An idea flashed through Fang Hong's mind, and he hurriedly asked: "Wait a minute, you said Fanric wasn't part of his plan?"
"Of course not, soone in the Dragon Worship Sect knows his condition better than I do and wanted to use to get rid of him, which is why Fanric took such action," Nikopolas replied, "and I was happy to go along with it."
Fang Hong nodded: "Alright, I understand now."
But just as his voice fell, he heard a faint voice in the dark corridor:
"Brilliant discourse," the voice was low, hoarse, yet had a power that could shake people's hearts. Erging from the darkness was a middle-aged man with stubble, looking nothing like Duke Phoenix's eldest son.
The man's face was so pale it was frightening, almost like that of a vampire. His deep-set eyes fixedly stared at Fang Hong, and he slowly opened his mouth: "But how do you know I didn't have a hand in your failure in Fanric, Nikopolas?"
When Fang Hong saw this man, he stepped back as if he'd seen a ghost.
This was probably the first ti since starting his adventure today that he felt truly frightened. Because the middle-aged man standing in front of him was none other than the current head of the Rose Family, Delice's father, Count Westwood Sibika.
And the barefoot little girl behind him—who else could it be but Delice?
However, the girl seed utterly bewildered, as if she didn't recognize him.
When Fang Hong shifted his gaze, he saw Eve, held by Count Westwood Sibika.
And Eve was also looking at him, a trace of anxiety flashing in her eyes. She couldn't care about much else and imdiately shouted: "Mr. Ade, the chanism isn't at the wall! It's beneath the bed, run! Get out of here!"
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