Dago watched coldly until Heliodor's retreating figure disappeared from sight.
Only after confirming that no magical fluctuations from surveillance remained nearby did he spit coldly through clenched teeth:
"What an irritating... old beaver."
Whatever seemingly reasonable excuse the old man had just offered him.
His domineering attempt to forcibly probe Dago's mental barriers, without a care for whether he lived or died, had crossed a line that threatened Dago's very survival.
On Dago's blacklist, his regard for Heliodor had instantly plummeted to absolute zero.
He silently counted himself lucky.
Thankfully, at that critical moment, the old fox Alazan had covered for him from deep within his soul, even spending his own essence to maintain the disguise.
Otherwise, once Heliodor discovered those heaven-defying secrets in his mind... Dago would surely have been dissected on the spot, reduced to a wretched "lab rat" on the man's operating table.
Still, risk always came with opportunity.
The information Heliodor had inadvertently revealed just now-that Spirit Mirror Lake actually possessed part of Isidore's spell legacy.
It was like a spark that set the fierce, insatiable greed and interest in Dago's heart ablaze.
If that old beaver hadn't been deliberately boasting.
Then the ascetic life of drudgery he would be forced to endure at Spirit Mirror Lake now had an immensely tempting goal to look forward to amid the endless darkness.
"As long as I get the chance..."
Dago clenched the edges of his mage robe in both hands. A dangerous, predatory gleam flashed through his eyes as he made up his mind.
"No matter the cost, I'll get my hands on that long-sealed legacy!"
After calming his turbulent emotions.
Dago called to Alazan in his mind on a special frequency.
Soon, Alazan's weak reply came from within his sea of consciousness, laden with extreme exhaustion