When the image in the mirror disappeared, Angel looked at Darkwill, who was stunned at the side.
"So you... you are, Demoness?"
He stumbled and said, his eyes a little panicked, and he even took a few steps back.
"No, I'm not yet, and why are you so scared?"
Angel asked curiously.
"Not yet? I was suspicious when you used Frost to kill those mutated mice, and now you use Magic Mirror to perform divination..." Darkwill retreated to the wall and found that there was no way to go., then stopped, "As far as I know, only 'Demoness' Pathway can use Magic Mirror Divination in this way, and can also drive Frost and Black Flame."
"Demoness Pathway?" Angel murmured and repeated, "Do you mean the 'assassin' Pathway?"
"It has the same meaning. Most Potion Pathway are named after their Sequence 9, such as the 'assassin' you mentioned, or my 'Apothecary'," Darkwill did not hide his Potion Sequence, but used it To explain the example, "But many Pathway also have special names. Your 'assassin' Pathway is one of them. They are controlled by the secret 'Demoness Sect' and believe in 'Primordial Demoness', so they are also called 'Demoness' Pathway."
So it turns out that Pathway is not named after Potion of Sequence 9, but is named after the "common characteristics" of most Sequence? I didn't expect that I could learn new knowledge by catching mice in the sewers...
Angel sighed, seeing that Darkwill still had fear on his fat face, so he could only comfort him with words.
"I'm not a 'Demoness Sect' person, well, at least not now. My only purpose is to earn your 30 pounds."
"Sorry, I just reacted subconsciously. After all, 'Demoness Sect' is famous..."
Perhaps because he thought that Demoness didn't need to wait until now if he really wanted to take action, Darkwill also calmed down, the panic expression on his face gradually faded, and he walked back from the corner to the corpse of the mutated mouse.
"Did you find anything in your divination just now?"
Angel told him the divination results, which made Apothecary, who had just calmed down, fall into fear again.
"You mean, these animals didn't grow so big on their own, but were created by someone through extraordinary means?"
"Do you think normal rats can grow bigger than dogs? Judging from the divination results, they became like this after drinking a red liquid. Maybe there was an out-of-control Beyonder upstream of the sewer and died there, and the blood flowed down the river, or someone used drugs to do this."
Angel was analyzing, and seeing the expression on Apothecary's fat face constantly changing, he comforted:
"Now that you have discovered the problem, I suggest you move your planting point to another place. For example, follow your colleagues and plant herbs in the dark Underground Catacombs, so as not to let me hear the bad news of your disappearance at the next party."
"But I..." Darkwill frowned and thought, "Okay, there is one last planting point. Let's solve it as soon as possible. Once I have collected the mature herbs, we will move it out in a few days."
Although there was some doubt as to whether his hesitant statement was true, Angel had fulfilled his obligation to remind him and stopped continuing the topic. Instead, he continued in the direction pointed by the other party and soon came to the third and final planting point.
Before entering the wide sewer collection area, Angel heard the "dong-dong" sound of heavy objects hitting it. The heavy sound came along the pipe, as if someone was beating a giant drum next to him.
"I'll go in and take a look first. You stay here, don't move around."
Angel reminded Darkwill beside him, but found that this person had already stepped back a few steps and made way for the entrance to the passage.
Stepping on the ubiquitous sewage and moving forward quietly, the source of the sound soon appeared in Angel's Dark Vision.
Several wooden frames erected at the wide sewer collection point had been shattered, and the clay pots and plants on them seemed to have been crushed by huge soles, turning into powder and fragments and scattering on the ground.
A huge crocodile with a length of at least six meters and strong limbs like stone pillars was slapping the wooden frame in the corner with its tail. The huge swollen tail hit the cement wall of the sewer, like a giant hammer, making a sound that spread throughout the space.
"I should have guessed a long time ago how that strange red liquid could only be effective on mice..."
Angel While lamenting the difficulty of earning these 30 pounds, he slowed down and approached the giant mutated crocodile. The temperature around him dropped rapidly, and an ice gun as thick as an arm condensed.
As soon as he grabbed the Frost Spear, the crocodile seemed to sense danger. He danced his limbs away from the corner and circled half a circle in the sewer where sewage flowed. He looked at Angel, his eyes as red as those of a mutated mouse filled with bloodthirsty desire.
Without hesitation, Angel threw the ice gun forward, and the sharp ice gun hit the crocodile's tail with heavy momentum, pinning it to the ground.
"Bang——"
A Black Flame followed closely behind, igniting the crocodile that was trying to swing its tail out of the grip of the ice gun. The latter was covered in black fire and rolled in the shallow water, but it could not extinguish the black flames that were essentially a curse. It quickly curled up into a ball and turned into a stinking corpse.
Use Spirit Vision to carefully observe the surroundings and confirm that there is no other danger, then Angel called Darkwill who was hiding at the exit to watch the battle.
Although this crocodile has become a corpse, it can still be seen that it is many times larger than the crocodiles that usually swim in the sewers beside Tussock River, which made Fat Apothecary take a breath of cold air.
"Fortunately, you accepted my commission, otherwise I would have come here to collect the remaining herbs myself in order to recover the loss..." He kicked the crocodile's charred corpse and said with lingering fear.
"Even without me, that 'Black Snake' will probably help you. After you proposed an additional 30 pounds, he was eager to give it a try."
Angel inspected the planting site where there were no medicinal herbs left, but found no trace of other mutated animals. It seemed that even if they mutated into bloodthirsty monsters, they still had their own sense of territory. The crocodiles were entrenched here, and the mice had no choice but to find other places.
"Ha, 'Black Snake'?" Darkwill sneered and replied, "At most, he is only Sequence 8, who talks all day long, and sells him who can listen. As for 'Great Existence', I even suspect that he is related to 'Aurora Order'. He may be able to deal with those mice, but if he encounters this crocodile, he will probably be treated as a midnight snack."
Speaking of late-night snacks, Angel's appetite amplified by Madness Ring began to torture her stomach.
But in order to prevent Darkwill, who had no fighting ability, from being snatched away by another mutant rat after she left, she endured hunger and inspected the nearby sewers, but did not find other mutant animals, and then returned to the entrance of the sewers with Darkwill.
Looking at the raging river outside, Fat Apothecary took a deep breath of fresh air as if he had been reborn, and looked back at the dark sewer with lingering fear.
"I'll come over during the day tomorrow to pick up those herbs. Alas, there aren't many of them left. You're right. I should find a cemetery and grow some secretly. At least it's better than risking my life by going into the sewer."
Darkwill was able to figure this out, and Angel was very pleased. This employer gave money readily, and he was a "Apothecary" who could make various potions. She didn't want to see the other party's body appearing in the Tussock River in a few days.
After accepting the final payment for completing the commission and asking how to participate in the subsequent "Eye of Wisdom" Beyonder gathering, Angel said goodbye to Fat Apothecary who was still wandering by the river. Following his previous habits, he returned to East Borough's safe house and used Black Flame to conduct Anti-Divination.
She did not rush to change clothes and return to Red Rose Street, but took out Magic Mirror and performed divination again.
"Magic Mirror Magic Mirror Tell me, who is the person who created the mutant animals in the sewers?"
Angel mobilized Spirituality and stroked the mirror of Magic Mirror, watching the water ripple and gradually turn dark. She was still full of doubts about the mutated animals that appeared inexplicably in the sewer, especially the crocodile. Moreover, she would always live in Backlund Bridge Borough. There were traces of these mutated animals under her feet, which always made people uneasy.
The mirror soon showed a picture of rats drinking crimson wastewater, which was consistent with her divination results in the sewer. The crocodile had been burned by Black Flame, which was equivalent to having been subjected to Anti-Divination measures, and did not appear in the picture.
But Angel walked through the main sewers of Bridge District, came into contact with mutant rats and the environment in which they lived, and obtained more information, and the results of divination will be more detailed.
Recalling Klein's "Summary of Divination Skills" in his mind, Angel continued to look at Magic Mirror in his hand. As the black mist flashed by, the mirror turned dark again as if switching screens. When the black faded, a bronze-skinned hand with a cut wound hung down, and drops of crimson blood fell into the water.
"Click——"
Magic Mirror A series of cracks appeared, and then the picture in the mirror was interrupted. The cracks continued to expand, and dark red oozed from the inside, as if it was blood dripping from the drooping hand.
Is this Anti-Divination? No, someone sensed my prying eyes and fought back!
Without hesitation, she pressed "Magician Pocket Watch" tied to her wrist. Spirituality sensed a flame not far from the window, which was East Borough's street light at night.
As Magic Mirror shattered and erupted into heart-stopping, extremely evil murmurs and roars, Angel's veins bulged and its vein-covered body became thinner and smaller, turning into a short black staff with a mottled surface and filth in the surging flames.
On the street, she walked out of the flames dizzy, and immediately knelt down on her knees, forcing herself to enter a meditative state, resisting the Spirituality that surged in her body and was almost out of control.
Those evil murmurs, that roar that reached deep into the soul, Angel had seen it in Tingen City, and had seen it in the battle with Megose.
That's...
That's the breath of "True Creator"!