Angel did not know how to respond, because he had no idea who the nuisance Boiling Gentleman was talking about was. But for Boiling Gentleman to mention them so solemnly, their status was definitely not low—perhaps even higher than Boiling Gentleman's.
Thinking of this, Angel glanced at the first seat on the left. Could the nuisance Boiling Gentleman spoke of be the guest assigned to that seat?
If this so-called nuisance really was a guest at the dinner party, Angel felt it would be best not to voice any opinion on the matter.
As Angel pondered and speculated, a cold snort suddenly rang through the banquet hall.
"You still dare mention the Twisted Seed in front of me?" Along with that cold snort came an icy voice. The voice was extraordinarily strange, sounding like the whispers of countless people layered together. Merely hearing it brought a powerless feeling, as though one were falling into an abyss of despair.
In order to analyze everyone's personalities and mental states, Angel had been profiling every guest present. Thus, he remembered each guest's behavioral traits, including the characteristics of their voices. This abruptly appearing voice had definitely not come from any guest in the hall.
Angel instinctively raised his head and looked toward the distant doors.
Sure enough, a new figure had appeared at the doorway. Beyond the open doors, a bizarre black silhouette was making its way into the hall in a grotesquely peculiar manner.
When the visitor entered the brightly lit corridor, candlelight illuminated its form.
It was a strange creature resembling an octopus. Like Davaxia, its main body was plump and round like a ball of flesh, and it wore an officer-like military cap. Its most striking feature was the countless tentacles swaying beneath that fleshy sphere. Like spider legs, those