Although Angel was a little curious about Sybil, he had no intention of exploring it at this time.
He nodded slightly to Sybil and signaled Ms. Merlot to continue moving forward.
In the next two corridors, Melo discovered three more talented people in succession. These three talented people were dominated by one of the fat guys, and there was a slight phenomenon of clumping together. This was different from when Angel was a talented person.
Everyone else is sort of circling around Hook Dick.
As for the fat talented person, he was obviously interested in Sibyl. He always approached Sibyl without leaving a trace and said a few words of care that were not nutritious.
Sybil has always maintained the persona of the "cold lady". No matter what the fat gifted person said, Sybil would just say "hmm" at most. But the fat gifted person didn't care about Sybil's indifferent attitude. It was obvious that she had adapted to it long ago.
The character of the other party is a bit sweet.
While the fat genius was pestering Sybil, one of his two younger brothers, the one with a somewhat naughty face, came to Angel's side with his waist bent.
He said words of thanks and his attitude was extremely complimentary, but his eyes were wandering, as if he was thinking about something.
Angel knew his thoughts well.
Just like when Fusa hugged Hook Dick's thigh, as long as Hook Dick was not around, he would pester Butler Goode and ask for help, which was almost the same as what the cunning man did today.
It doesn't matter, I just want to hug my thigh.
Angel is not averse to this idea, but it won't work if the target is himself.
Angel didn't do anything to this naughty boy. He glanced at him lightly and released a trace of coercion. The opponent was like a lightning strike and did not dare to move.
And this pressure was not directed specifically at this naughty boy. Several other people, including Sybil and Ms. Merlot, also felt it.
Ms. Mello was able to feel at ease, because Angel had obviously controlled the level of pressure to a stage that she could bear. But for several other talented people, it was as if the sky had fallen, and they were all suppressed.
under.
Among them, the slippery boy was the one who suffered the most, because he was the first to bear the brunt and his feelings were the most profound. He was like an ant crouching at the foot of the mountain, facing this towering mountain.
He was trembling, his mouth was trembling and he wanted to say something, but nothing could come out.
Others, like him, seemed to be riding in a small boat, but had to face the raging sea with strong winds and huge waves.
It's hard for everyone.
Fortunately, Angel's pressure did not last long and was quickly withdrawn.
At this time, the naughty boy no longer dared to approach Angel.
Ms. Melo took one look at the other party and understood the whole story. She sighed softly: "Mr. Pat is already considered a moderate. If you were someone else, such as Mr. Pat's mentor, you just have to lean in and you won't be able to do anything."
By the time you speak, you will be dead. Because, as a person at the bottom of the wizarding world, it is a great disrespect to approach an official wizard without permission."
Ms. Melo seemed to be speaking to the naughty boy, but in fact she was also warning others.
When facing official wizards, you must treat them with the greatest respect. This is the way to survive in the wizarding world.
Perhaps because of Angel's coercion, no one dared to speak at this time. The fat genius no longer followed Sybil, but walked silently behind Ms. Mello.
Although Ms. Mello said that Angel was a moderate, they did not believe it as they were still ignorant of the wizarding world. They only believed that gentle people like Ms. Mello were the real moderates, so they only dared to follow Mello.
Miss.
Ms. Melo looked at the few followers behind her and gave Angel an apologetic look helplessly.
Because this kind of grouping around her while isolating Angel was a kind of disrespect in the eyes of Ms. Mello, who is cautious about etiquette.
In order to prevent this rudeness from continuing, Ms. Mello quietly approached Angel.
At this time, several talented people behind her were stunned. Should they follow or should they not follow?
Only Sybil said nothing and continued to follow Ms. Merlot.
Because the fog illusion covered a limited range, they followed up after being stunned for a few seconds, but they didn't dare to get close and were separated by two or three meters.
"Sir, please forgive their ignorance." Ms. Mello said respectfully.
"I'm not angry, and I don't need to forgive." Angel told the truth. So far, none of these talented people have done anything that caused him to have emotional fluctuations. Including the naughty boy, just like Ange before.
What Geer thought was that he actually didn't dislike the naughty boy's behavior of wanting to hug his thigh, as long as it wasn't him.
While they were talking, another corridor had been passed. According to Angel's memory, there were only three corridors left on the second floor. And the people in these three corridors... almost all had been punished.
Some even ****.
Angel pondered for a moment and asked, "How many talented people are left?"
Ms. Mello said without hesitation: "Three people. Gloss, Blaze and Amesha."
"If there is no accident, they should be in the first few corridors, but I hope they can survive." The fat guard did not dare to kill extraordinary people, but he could ravage at will the talented people who belong to the mortal level.
Ms. Mello didn't understand what Angel meant at first, until she witnessed the bloody scene in the new corridor with her own eyes, and finally understood why Angel said: I hope they can live.
Several other gifted people also saw those in the prison who were either skinny, missing arms or legs, or even dead people lying on the ground covered in blood. As ignorant people who had not seen much of the world, their faces instantly turned pale.
They were also somewhat fortunate at this time that they did not suffer too many punishments.
Maybe it was because the corridor was at the back and the fat guard didn't bother to come over, so he escaped?
But the fact is contrary to what they thought. The fat guard knew that they were talented people in the Savage Cave and did not dare to punish them too much.
Although the fat guard is vicious, he is actually very clear-minded in his heart. Who can be offended and who cannot be offended.
The extraordinary people he blackmailed were all wandering wizards. He didn't dare to touch anyone who really had a backer, even a mortal.
But he didn't dare to move, but there were others who dared to move, such as...the princess.
They had only taken a few steps in the new corridor when Ms. Mello spotted their target.
"It's Amesha!" Ms. Mello quickly walked to the door of the cell. When she saw Amesha's tragic condition, Ms. Mello's face was very ugly.
Angel also saw the situation in the prison. He did not hesitate to set up an illusion at the door of the prison to block the sight of several other talented people.
Ms. Mello showed gratitude to Angel. After all, Amesha's condition at this time was not suitable for being seen by the opposite sex.
"Go in, call me if you need anything," Angel said to Ms. Merlot.
What Angel calls "necessary" naturally refers to healing techniques.
Ms. Mello nodded gratefully and walked into the mist.
Several other gifted people looked at each other. Because they were walking behind, they didn't see anything. The only one they saw was Sybil who was following Ms. Mello.
However, Sybil's face was ugly, her fists were clenched tightly, and she didn't say a word.
Others didn't dare to ask, so they could only stay silently at the door of the prison, guessing what happened to Amesha.
While they were waiting, Angel suddenly moved his eyes and looked not far away.
There was no one there, but Angel felt a familiar atmosphere.
He thought for a moment and controlled a burst of fog to cover that location.
As the fog filled the air, a red-haired figure appeared in front of him.
...
On the other side, in the cell.
Ms. Mello walked to Amisha with a distressed look on her face.
Amesha was lying on the ground at this time. The clothes on her upper body were still there, but the clothes on her lower body were in tatters, and the blood was almost stained from her waist down.
In addition to the injuries below, Ameisha's face was also slashed several times, which looked terrifying and ferocious.
Amisha was unconscious at this time, but her chest was still rising and falling slightly, so she was probably still alive. However, it was just a candle that could be extinguished at any time.
But even though she was in a coma, Amesha's body still visibly trembled when Ms. Mello's footsteps approached.
This is caused by habitual fear.
When Ms. Melo saw this, she felt even more distressed.
Amisha's background was not good. She didn't know who her father was, and her mother was a woman who made money by selling her body. After giving birth to six children, only two survived, and Amisha was one of them.
The other is an older brother who has been wandering alone after his mother died half a year ago.
Ameisha had been living near a garbage dump, relying on other people's food scraps. This was already miserable enough, but she didn't expect to be faced with such a disaster now.
Ms. Melo sighed while checking Kia Mesa's injuries.
At first, Ms. Melo thought that Ameisha had been raped. But after careful inspection, she found that this did not seem to be the case. It was more like being put on some kind of torture device.
To be continued...