Dojibil's arrival meant little to Kant.
But when he saw the group of people on Dojibil's back, he was quite surprised.
Sinafa's presence was one thing, but why was Sanders on Dojibil as well? Had he run off for no apparent reason earlier just to meet Dojibil?
As Kant puzzled over this, he saw from afar that Sanders had turned his head and was speaking quietly with an apprentice.
An apprentice?
Kant had never seen Sanders treat any apprentice with such gentleness, aside from that disciple he could never resist discreetly showing off... Suddenly, Kant froze. Could that really be Angel?
Kant could not help activating his bloodline talent. In an instant, his eyes brightened, like the eyes of an eagle.
Kant's utterly unabashed scrutiny caught Sanders' attention.
Sanders turned toward the fortress gate. His gaze fell upon the white-browed old man crouching in a small corner, then slowly shifted downward until he spotted something familiar.
"Isn't that Lord Kant?" Angel followed Sanders' gaze. "Eh? The thing in his hand looks so familiar. Why does it seem a little like..."
"The Stele of the Strange Ring," Sanders said coldly.
It really was the Stele of the Strange Ring? Back then, Sanders had talked tough while acting soft, claiming he wanted to critique and analyze the illusion before having Angel make the Stele of the Strange Ring. But Angel knew perfectly well what had really happened.
So he was not surprised in the least to see the Stele of the Strange Ring in Kant's hands. Sanders had probably taken it out to show off again?
"This piece of junk is worth showing off?" Sanders had clearly read Angel's mind. He gave a cold laugh. "When I discovered that the blood essence reaction had appeared in the Abyss, I hurried over without