Angel could not help but reveal a look of surprise and suspicion as he watched the hidden door slowly open.
When he had first entered this treehouse, he had immediately scanned the surrounding arrangements with his spiritual power. There had been no trace of the extraordinary.
There had been even less sign of any mechanism or magical pattern.
Yet now, whether it was the self-luminous little bird that treated itself as a lamp, or this hidden door leading who knew where, everything showed that this place was far from as ordinary as it appeared.
But why had he been utterly unable to detect anything unusual here before?
"You need not be surprised. When the Wise Sovereign first came here, he did not discover the mechanism either," Laplace said softly. "If I had not taken control of this space, even I would not have known where to look for it."
Angel hesitated for a moment. "Even you failed to find it. Could it be... that the mechanism itself moves?"
Laplace froze for a moment, then looked at Angel with interest. "How did you guess that the mechanism moves?"
Angel said, "If there were no trace of a mechanism before, then either one lacked the strength to discover it, or the mechanism was not here in the first place."
"Since even the Wise Sovereign failed to discover it on his first visit, only the latter answer remains."
That was indeed Angel's line of reasoning. But the reason he had thought of it so quickly was because, when he had gone to Snooker Base not long ago, he had encountered a moving mechanism. If he had not taken over the magical energy array of the Base Laboratory, he might well have been trapped there.
Having just learned his lesson the hard way, no