Warlock Apprentice Chapter 1159: Section 1160 Baiyuan

Chapter 1159: Section 1160 Baiyuan

The bird depicted on the silk painting was none other than Hua Que.

Likewise, Angel later encountered the spirit of a little girl under a deep well in the cetery.

The little girl had been dead for too long and had forgotten many mories from her life. But she rembered the young boy on the silk painting, her brother.

And indeed, there was a row of tiny characters on the silk painting.

However, the writing was sloppy, like a child’s scrawl. Angel managed to make out, “… for sister’s ninth birthday, … gift …”

It seed likely that the silk painting was a gift from the young boy to the little girl.

Besides her brother, the little girl also rembered that the bird was her best companion, but she could not rember its na, only that the bird’s prefix was “Hua.”

She had also forgotten her own na, so Angel, taking after the bird’s na, nad the little girl “Hua Hua.”

Angel clearly rembered that at the mont, Hua Hua had frozen, saying that sothing seed familiar, that her na might indeed be Hua Hua, and that she and the bird might share the sa na.

Now, having learned the bird’s true na, Hua Que, it seed very likely that if Hua Hua’s na was the sa as the bird’s, she might indeed be the Hua Que bird herself.

Having confird her as Hua Que, the faceless young boy on the silk painting might just be… Popota.

“You’ve t Popota’s sister? Are you sure it’s her?” Sanders asked curiously.

Angel replied, “I’m not certain, but afterward, I had a chat with Hua Hua, asking about the place where she lived as a child. She didn’t rember much, but her most vivid mory was that it was very cold, she lived in a very cold place.”

Sanders pondered for a mont, “Hua Que lived on the Kashmar Plateau, which is indeed extrely cold. It was because of the desolation and coldness that the vivid colors on Hua Que’s body were greatly adored by the people living there… And the Kashmar Plateau is indeed in the Fairy Tale World.”

Pausing, Sanders continued, “So by your account, both Hua Que and Popota are from the Kashmar Plateau?”

Angel nodded, then shook his head, “Maybe their place of birth is indeed the Kashmar Plateau, but what I an by origins is the ‘my tribe’ he repeatedly ntioned.”

“Actually, I’ve always felt that Popota’s accent sounded very familiar to ,” Angel said after a pause. “However, he seems to be deliberately making his accent closer to that of the general populace, but so of the inflections in his speech still bear an exotic accent.”

As Angel spoke, Sanders also recalled Popota’s accent. If one didn’t listen carefully, Popota’s accent didn’t seem out of the ordinary, but on closer examination, certain aspects of his accent were indeed very special. Not just Angel, even Sanders felt a sense of familiarity… But who could it be?

Angel said, “Popota is purposely changing his accent, but Hua Hua isn’t. Back there in the cetery, as soon as I heard Hua Hua speak, one person ca to my mind.”

“Dororo!”

The na Dororo was uttered almost simultaneously by both Angel and Sanders.

Angel looked at Sanders with a mix of surprise and admiration; he was familiar with Dororo’s accent after spending a long ti with him and understood the way Dororo handled certain colloquialisms. But Sanders hadn’t heard Dororo speak much and probably wasn’t familiar with Popota either. Yet he had thought of the na instantly, his mory and information processing capabilities were indeed far superior to Angel’s.

“Yes, that’s Dororo,” Angel affird, but then he fell into silence. There was so information about Dororo that he hadn’t fully disclosed to Sanders; for instance, that Dororo had been soaked in Axo’s essence for a thousand years, which he hadn’t told anyone. So he was contemplating what to reveal and what to keep to himself.

Sanders, thinking Angel had finished speaking, remained calm since the answer seed quite clear already—Dororo was very likely from the sa species as Popota.

So what species was Dororo after all?

Both the Tree Spirit and Maya had subtly hinted to Sanders about Dororo’s extraordinariness. Moreover, unknown to Angel, even Rhein Mute had once personally t with Dororo.

In fact, so at the core levels within the Barbarian Cave had speculated about Dororo’s origins, but nobody had voiced it out. Certain things, once exposed, could lead to endless trouble.

Angel spoke, “I actually don’t know what species Dororo is; however, Bogura’s Disciple—’Shadow’ Diabolo—once told sothing. There was a species incorporated into humanity twenty thousand years ago; the place where they were first discovered was a plateau. And this species is called—”

“Baiyuanians.”

…

After Angel shared his speculation, he expected Sanders to be surprised, but Sanders was not. His expression remained calm, his eyes like the unfathomable depths of an ancient well, undisturbed, without a ripple.

Sanders nodded slightly, “Do you an to suggest that Popota might be a Baiyuanian thought to have gone extinct ten thousand years ago?”

Angel nodded, “Their extinction ten thousand years ago is public opinion. However, there were wild rumors saying that even a thousand years ago, in the Serpent Kingdom of Axo Saint Ya, a small part of Baiyuanians still existed. So I suspect that Popota may well be a descendant of that branch of Baiyuanians.”

Although this was still Angel’s speculation, after all, an accent cannot be considered valid evidence, many things seed to have reached a conclusion when Popota was treated as a Baiyuanian.

For example, the origins of the Baiyuanians are recorded in the books as, “Beside the Prival Fla, a group of the world’s favored children were born, they are the Baiyuanians who pursue the Prival Fla.”

From this record, one can see that the Baiyuanians are very close to the Prival Fla, and it can even be said that the Baiyuanians pursue the Prival Fla all their lives.

And speaking of the Prival Fla, one can think of the current situation.

When the host of the night rises to power, a Prival Fla will be born, and this Prival Fla is likely the reason Aoluxiya ca to Lassudral.

If Popota truly is a Baiyuanian and he ca for the Prival Fla, it does seem to make sense.

Moreover, Popota often ntioned: “The fire of our tribe will reignite soon.” This fire of our tribe likely refers to the Prival Fla.

“Looking at it this way, Popota indeed seems likely,” Sanders mused for a mont after hearing Angel’s explanation and said, “The Baiyuanians, blessed by the heavens, were envied by others. Not just because of their Talent, but also because the tribe of Baiyuanians would preserve so seeds of the Prival Fla. Many people want to obtain the Prival Fla, but so far, no one has found this seed of the Prival Fla on a Baiyuanian.”

“I also heard that the Baiyuanians have a prophecy that as long as the guarded Prival Fla never extinguishes, the Baiyuanian lineage will not cease. Nowadays, the Baiyuanians are nearly extinct, so Popota’s desire to reignite the Prival Fla to facilitate the resurgence of the Baiyuanians is also plausible,” Angel added.

Sanders’ words complented so of the missing elents in Angel’s chain of speculation.

If Popota truly aid to revive the Baiyuanians, so of his words now had answers.

“If we confirm that his goal is the Prival Fla, then… why would he sabotage the Inscription hubs?” A new doubt arose in Angel’s heart.

Sanders: “I don’t know, but the impact of this matter is minor for now. Moreover, the destruction of Lassudral isn’t necessarily a bad thing for humans.”

“Minor impact? Now that Popota has sabotaged Spatial Transmission and caused the collapse of Lassudral, we still have no ans of leaving, how can it be minor?”

“There will always be a way to leave,” Sanders said lightly.

Angel was stunned, seeing Sanders so certain. He thought it through, no longer worried about this matter, for it seed that a plan for departure had already been devised.

…

These are all the speculations and guesses we can make about Popota’s origins for now.

Throughout this process, Sanders’s expression remained calm, seemingly undisturbed even upon learning about the Baiyuanians.

This puzzled Angel.

After a while of silence, Angel, unable to contain his impatience, asked, “ntor, aren’t you surprised that Popota and Dororo are Baiyuanians?”

Sanders smiled faintly, “Actually, people like Tree Spirit, Maya, and others, have already suspected Dororo’s identity. His origins and his Talent have already explained everything.”

Dororo is from Fairy Tale World, and the last known location of the Baiyuanians is the precursor to the Fuxu Royal Court, Axo Saint Asia; plus, the most renowned Talent of the Baiyuanians is the ability of Prophecy, and Dororo fits this perfectly. With the Wizard’s abilities, it was not difficult to deduce Dororo’s origins.

“More than these, what surprises more, is you.”

Suddenly, Sanders turned his gaze toward Angel. Because they had encountered Popota’s attack earlier, the topic had revolved around Popota, but Sanders was in fact more curious about Angel’s experiences.

“?”

Sanders nodded, his gaze sweeping over the Icebound Hex hovering above Angel’s shoulder, pausing for a mont on Binaqionse’s dragon scale, then turned back and said, “How is Toby doing these days?”

“Good, the Icebound Hex should be successful in one more day, and then I can place it inside the bracelet.” After Angel responded, he rembered he hadn’t explained the origin of the Icebound Hex and was about to do so when Sanders gestured dismissively.

“We can talk about these matters later… What I want to know more now is, after you fell into that tunnel earlier, how did you co to be here, and did anything happen in between?” Sanders’s expression suddenly turned serious; he had insisted on using an experintal Spell Technique to reach the Void Tower to find Angel because when he had sensed the essence blood earlier, he discovered sothing was amiss.

From the essence blood, he faintly sensed an unprecedentedly terrifying presence. Although it was only a mont, Sanders could not ignore it.

Moreover, upon seeing Angel, he felt that Angel was surrounded by a strange aura, an aura that was not present before Angel fell into the tunnel.

Angel: “Indeed, sothing did happen.”

Angel paused, then slowly took out a miniature statue from his pocket.