As everyone followed the reappeared Angel across the plaza, their expressions were still somewhat dazed.
Especially when they passed by the "pyramid" built by the One-Eyed Wraiths and saw that special One-Eyed Wraith perched high above, still striking coquettish poses even after turning into a shadow, they felt even more riddled with doubts and an indescribable absurdity.
"You..." Dox hesitated for a moment before finally asking, unable to hold himself back, "How did you do it?"
"Are you sure you want to know now? We're about to reach the exit." Angel's words carried an implication.
Dox's contest with his inspiration had not yet completely ended. Only when they safely reached the exit would the final outcome be decided.
And the exit was not far from here.
After hearing Angel's words, Dox froze for several seconds before murmuring softly, "Sure enough, it is the onlooker who sees most clearly."
"The player is not muddled either," Angel casually replied. It was not flattery. Dox had indeed sobered up earlier than Angel had expected. Angel did not even know when Dox had come to his senses. If Black Earl had not secretly reminded him, he would have thought Dox was still being led around by the nose by his inspiration.
Angel had to admit that he had underestimated Dox at first. Or rather, he had relied on his wizard organization as backing, looking down on Dox from on high with overflowing superiority, believing he could examine everything. In truth, he himself was the clown whose head had been turned.
No wonder Black Earl had repeatedly mentioned the base of the wandering wizards before, telling Angel that he should visit Cross Headquarters when he had the time. That had not been a hint anymore, but an explicit instruction.
Though wandering wizards had their shortcomings,