Chapter 358: eting Shadow
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
In Baal’s dream, he saw those victims he slaughtered before.
These people, who were supposed to be dead, chased after him on their broken bodies. They kept yelling “reveeeeenge...” until they forced Baal into a corner.
“NOOOO!”
When a moving corpse grabbed Baal’s neck with a pair of bloody hands, the man finally fainted in his dream.
In the next second, Baal bounced up from his bed, panting heavily. His back was covered in his own sweat.
“That’s... a dream?? But it looks so real!”
“Your nightmares won’t leave you alone. It seems you’ve done many guilty things, Baal.”
A bright male voice ca from nearby.
Baal imdiately gazed at who might have just offended him, only to get terrified when he recognized the figure leaning against the door fra.
Baal stumbled down his bed and almost crawled to his employer on all fours. “Why-why have you co, sir?”
“That’s MY question.” Angor looked behind and nodded at Trusan to comfort her. He then closed the door to join Baal in the room.
“So, your business?” He sat on a sofa and glanced at Baal.
Baal frowned and tried to recall how he ended up on a bed. When Angor began to show signs of impatience, Baal suddenly rembered what happened in the morning.
Baal was feeling very proud today, since the “powerful and mighty” Leonrick actually sent him a letter, pleading for sothing. It seed like Leonrick already forgave him for his attempt to kidnap Margot. He even sent him a big gift and asked him to bring a ssage to “Sir Wizard”.
Baal couldn’t understand why Leonrick did not go visit the wizard on his own, but he didn’t really care since he already received a huge sum of coins.
After receiving the offer, Baal rode a ship to the mansion. Before he could get in, he saw “ghosts”, and soon after, he lost consciousness just like that.
Baal secretly glimpsed at Angor and wondered if Leonrick tricked him into this ss because he already knew sothing was around the manor.
“I... I ca here to deliver a ssage for Leonrick...”
“Leonrick?” Angor raised an eyebrow. “He asked YOU to deliver sothing?”
“I don’t know why, sir. He just used sothing to trick —I an, no! It’s wasn’t a trick!” Baal slapped his cheek. “Damn my stupid mouth. I an, his ssage sounded rather fishy, so I think he’s trying to trick you, sir.”
“Just tell the ssage.”
“It’s sothing like... he found a city legend, which described a race called... Krokbara? Kobakara?” Baal looked up and frowned. “I can’t rember. I can’t understand any of it.”
“Kobakara?” Angor muttered, “You an ‘Krakok’?”
“Yes! Yes, that’s it!”
“Are you sure?!” Angor grabbed Baal’s collar.
Baal found his feet leaving the floor and nodded in fear. “That’s right, sir! Krakok! I get it now. That’s exactly what he said to .”
Angor tossed Baal onto the bed. “If those shadows are called Krakoks, then maybe that man last night...”
He left the room quickly.
“What about ?” Baal complained as he watched Angor walked away.
...
Inside the basent area under a dark canal...
Magician was still studying “Create Water”. He almost finished establishing the spell model, but he feared that sothing might go wrong in the last step, and he wondered whether he should go and ask Mask about it.
As he pondered, the bronze basent door was suddenly pushed open, revealing Angor in his usual checkered overcoat.
“Mask?” Magician looked at his visitor in shock.
Soone managed to get inside without triggering any alarms?
“Why are you here?” he asked carefully.
Angor didn’t intend to waste ti on useless courtesy this ti. He released his mana aura straight away, and Magician stepped back in fear while he tried to establish his most powerful cantrip.
Before he could though, he heard Angor asking a question.
“Is this man ‘Shadow’?”
Magician looked up and saw Angor’s mana energy fusing into a series of nodes, which then created an illusion.
He knew it was fake because his basent couldn’t see snow and a street lamp.
“What a realistic illusion...” Magician exclaid in his mind. How he hoped that he could do sothing similar.
Also, he noticed that Mask didn’t co for a fight. However, he still maintained the spell model in his mind so that he could use it whenever sothing went wrong.
“Is he ‘Shadow’?” Angor grew impatient when Magician stayed silent.
Magician was still inspecting the fine illusion presented in front of his eyes. If he were to witness it sowhere else, he would definitely appreciate such a sight filled with a sense of loneliness and desolation.
A dark street covered under a blanket of white snow, a dim lamp, and a man smoking a cigarette.
The man’s face was covered under the brimd hat, but Magician still recognized the bright-looking boots and rivet coat.
“Yes. That’s Shadow.”
“You sure about it?”
“I am. This guy doesn’t talk much, but he always wears showy stuff like that. I see him in that outfit many tis. Last ti when we visited the bar, he even scratched a dancer with those nails. Wait, you saw Shadow last night?”
It was obvious, judging from the snowy weather in the illusion.
“Yeah. He talked to , and he was... weird.”
Magician nodded. “He is. I still don’t know why he joined the previous etings. I an, he’s too strong to actually learn anything from the likes of us. He even provided his own knowledge to us. I don’t believe anyone can be so generous.”
Magician didn’t lie. As soone who only believed in the exchange of benefits, he was actually more cautious than Angor when he hung out with Shadow.
“I see. Thanks.” Angor turned away.
“Wait!” Magician chuckled. “I’ve been working on Create Water and need to ask sothing. I can, right?”
...
After leaving Magician’s place, Angor headed to the suburbs of Water Grasse.
After learning that Margot’s condition was no ordinary disease, Leonrick took her back ho so that she didn’t need to be constantly surrounded by the useless doctors.
Leonrick hired a group of caretakers to look after Margot. He even planned to ask Tyrael and Caroline to stay in his house. However, after being tortured by Angor’s illusions for three days, Tyrael was in no condition to accept that job.
In the end, only Caroline agreed to the offer to stay in the count’s manor.
Right now, Leonrick was discussing with Caroline about how to soothe Margot’s ntal condition.
Margot received quite a shock after learning about her situation. She had been staying in a dark room and refused to see anyone. As her father, Leonrick had to think about how to treat her ntal illness first.
Caroline sighed helplessly. “No one can accept the fact that they’re going toward the abyss with no hope of turning back. If we can’t get her shadow back, she’ll have to face the truth herself and get over it... although I don’t think that’s anything less painful.”
Cyndia broke down again after she heard those words.
Leonrick held his wife by an arm. “There’s still hope. We have Mister Mask.”
“But... Will he still help us after Tyrael scolded him like that?” Cyndia wept badly.
Caroline looked away in embarrassnt. Yesterday, when she went to apologize to Mister Mask, he had shut the door in her face.
“I... I’m not sure,” Leonrick mumbled. He had just sent the information regarding “Krakok” to the wizard, but he didn’t know whether it would help.
A knight cladded in silver armor entered the room. “Sir! Mister Mask is here!”
Leonrick quickly stood up while Cyndia also stopped her tears.
“I... I’ll be right there!” Great excitent quickly occupied the man’s face.
“There’s no need,” Angor said. He was already walking into the room as he said, “We’ll talk right away.”
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