After the Tree Spirit left, Angel once again used illusion to conceal the flourishing tree, then pushed open the ruins' gate and walked inside.
Looking at the pitch-black corridor ahead, Angel wore a thoughtful expression.
For some reason, he kept feeling as though he had forgotten something. Was it an illusion, or had he really overlooked something?
As Angel pondered, he walked into the dark corridor.
The tap-tap-tap of footsteps rang through the narrow, pitch-black space, the drifting echoes creating the illusion that many people were walking together.
Yet Angel paid no heed to those somewhat eerie echoes, merely muttering under his breath, "What did I overlook?"
As Angel repeated the question to himself, a pair of iron boots suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Angel raised his head and looked at the owner of those iron boots—a suit of knight's armor deliberately arranged into a human shape.
The moment he saw the knight's armor, Angel's right eye twitched. He remembered what he had forgotten: he had forgotten to ask the Tree Spirit about this knight's armor!
There was nothing wrong with the knight's armor itself, but there were damaged magic patterns upon it... and these were magic patterns specifically used in alchemy.
These magic patterns were well worth asking the Tree Spirit about.
"Alchemy magic patterns?" Angel pondered for a moment. "Could this knight's armor have been left behind by the ruins' first owner?"
After all, alchemy magic patterns were not something ordinary magic-pattern practitioners knew. Tizhalo was not an alchemist either, so it was highly likely that they had been left behind by the creator of the ruins.
"Should I go back and ask the Tree Spirit Lord now?" Angel thought for a moment, then ultimately shook his head.
It was no great matter. Going to the Tree Spirit