"Last night, at the underground Manluo Arena in the Fragrant District, Oroba lavishly praised your Drama Shadow Box before all the wizards attending the Fragrance Tasting Gathering. After whetting our appetites with her words, she never shared the shadow box she had acquired for us to see. I saw several witches quietly leave early at the time; I imagine they intended to buy your shadow boxes as well."
The speaker was a witch wearing a flower crown and a long dress of petals. Her figure was dignified and graceful, her features beautiful without being vulgar. Yet her image flickered from time to time. This was not her true body, but an illusion projected from the communicator on the table.
The projected witch was none other than Liana of the Rose Crown. Angel had spent the past several days crafting Drama Shadow Boxes. He had only just prepared to begin researching alchemy matters related to the New Star Tournament contestants when Liana contacted him through the communicator.
Angel looked at Liana's projection, nodded noncommittally, and casually replied, "If they want to buy Drama Shadow Boxes, they may need to go soon. I didn't make many."
Liana raised her brows slightly. "After all that, that's what you focused on? Don't you want to know anything else? For instance, what Oroba praised you for?"
Angel looked at Liana in confusion. "What does that have to do with me?" Everyone liked hearing kind words, but specifically asking what flattering things someone had said about oneself was far too strange.
Liana paused. "Oroba normally doesn't speak such lavish praise. This time, she even contacted me specifically and said she wanted to meet you."
"Is that why you contacted me this time?" Angel barely needed to think before saying without hesitation, "Sorry. Please tell Witch Oroba