"I understand." Angel lowered his eyes and nodded slightly.
The white-haired old man thought for a while and felt that his previous statement was a bit soft on him. Although this was indeed the case, he was an inspector after all, and it was rare for him to have contact with the local wizards in the Southern Territory, and the other party had some contact with Frost. If so.
Because he said "there is nothing he can do", Angel looked down upon him. It would be embarrassing to tell Frost later.
Thinking of this, the white-haired old man added: "It's useless to worry about what happened there. Although as an inspector, I can't intervene, there will always be a solution."
"Master Inspector, what is the solution?" Angel asked hurriedly.
The white-haired old man smiled faintly: "The future is uncertain, and it's hard to say. Maybe it's the power from the source world, or it's the will of the world, or maybe someone can solve it..."
Angel thought about the words of the inspector. He could understand the first two. Either someone from the source world would solve the problem, or the will of the world would actively interfere with the process. But someone can solve the problem. What does this mean? Who is that person?
?
Angel was about to ask, when the white-haired old man suddenly said something else: "I heard that the Taoxin Theater is going to dock, this time in the Southern Region."
Angel nodded subconsciously, this news was predicted by Dudolo.
The white-haired old man: "Why did the Heart Theater choose to land in the Land of Eternal Night?"
Angel suddenly raised his eyes: "My lord, what you mean is..." The Heart of Heart Theater actually came from the dome of the nightmare world?
The white-haired old man shook his finger: "I don't know, and I don't have the source of the information. I'm just making a random guess. However, the Void Business Travel Group has spread the information that the Taoxin Theater is about to dock. It is estimated that it will not take long.
When all parties come, the Southern Territory will be lively."
The moment the white-haired old man finished speaking, Angel seemed to have thought of something, but before he could think about it, the ground suddenly shook again.
Moreover, this time the vibration was more severe than before.
The corridor they were standing on was tilted a bit.
However, the tilt of the corridor did not affect Angel, because the moment the vibration occurred, the twisted force field around the white-haired old man stabilized the surrounding space again.
Their bodies seem to be standing in reality, but they seem to be in an incompatible gap. The surrounding corridors look like false oil paintings, but they themselves are real and living existences.
This is undoubtedly the power of the white-haired old man.
And this time, Angel couldn't use the "field" to shield the distortion. It was obviously the white-haired old man who took the initiative.
When he was between truth and falsehood, in the midst of twisted rules, Angel's previously somewhat calm heart became a little uneasy again.
"Lord Inspector..."
The white-haired old man once again made a "silence" gesture and turned his gaze to the top of his head. His eyes were bright, as if he had penetrated all the obstructions and looked into the void full of unknowns.
After a while, the white-haired old man looked away and whispered to himself: "Although I didn't see him, his breath has already arrived. I don't know if it will be the bloodline ancestor, the city administrator, or...
…”
His voice was soft, but the back part couldn't be heard clearly.
Angel also had a thought in his mind. Who could be the "him" mentioned by the inspector?
The white-haired old man sighed to himself, then turned to look at Angel: "Originally, I didn't want to show up, but you arrested a third-class citizen, and I had to come to see you."
Third-class citizen? Angel was stunned for a moment, and his eyes turned leisurely to the... foggy shadow wrapped in the field in his hand.
"Sir, are you saying that this foggy shadow is a third-class citizen? Is it... a third-class citizen of the Phantom City?"
The white-haired old man nodded: "It seems that you know a lot. It is indeed a third-class citizen of the City of Phantoms, but its name is not the Mist Shadow... Forget it, just call it the Mist Shadow, it belongs to their clan
It's no good knowing its name, maybe its elders will directly sense your presence."
Angel was silent. Although the inspector didn't say it clearly, he could feel it just by knowing the name. This is at least a demon-level existence, which is above legend.
"Since you know about third-class citizens, you should also understand the significance of third-class citizens to the City of Phantoms."
Angel nodded. Although third-class citizens are relatively low-level citizens in the City of Phantoms, since they are citizens, they will definitely be protected by Gruzdaward. Just look at the situation of No. 01.
, No. 01 killed a third-class citizen, and was now forced to a point where there was no way out, even a madman would find it difficult to survive.
From this we can see the meaning of third-class citizenship.
"By the way, this guy is a third-class citizen, but his elder is a first-class citizen. It is said that he will be listed as a diamond citizen by the city lord. Also, there are only two of them in the clan that exist on the surface.
." The white-haired old man paused, "So, you still decide to catch it?"
Angel: "...No."
No. 01 killed a third-class citizen and it was so miserable. If he really touched the shadow of the fog, the consequences would probably be even more serious.
And without Gruzdaward's order, judging from the number of their clan, maybe this guy's elders would take action.
Angel looked at the foggy shadow trapped in the field, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Master Inspector, I actually just invited it to be a guest...will it believe it?"
The white-haired old man smiled and said, "What do you think?"
Angel: If it were him, he would probably not believe it.
The white-haired old man understood Angel's worries and was probably worried about being retaliated by the foggy shadow. He stretched out his hand and waved lightly, and the foggy shadow on Angel's hand flew into his palm.
At the same time, the field wrapped around the shadow of the fog was automatically destroyed.
Seeing that the foggy shadow was about to reunite and take off into the sky, the white-haired old man stretched out his finger and pointed at the center of the foggy shadow, and a twisted force entered the foggy shadow.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I distorted its memory from five minutes ago. It will no longer remember you catching it." After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he threw away the shadow of the fog and threw it again.
Returning to Gomitu's body not far away, "It will wake up soon. The choice is still up to you."
Angel bowed and thanked: "Thank you, sir."
"I just don't want the Southern Territory to be targeted by 'him'. After all, I'm still here to police." The white-haired old man said lazily. This is considered a free conscience and a legitimate reason on the surface. Without this legitimate name, he
As a law enforcer, it is difficult to interfere with what happens in the Southern Territory.
Of course, anything he can do can be related to the freedom of mind, so there are still a lot of things he can do, but it's not necessary.
His apparent reason for helping Angel was for the Southern Region, but secretly the real reason was for Frost's sake. He and Frost were both members of the Lawful Guild, and they were both mysterious hunters in the past.
We have cooperated many times and have a good relationship. Frost suddenly came to the Southern Region last time and stayed for a while for Angel. As an inspector, he saw it.
He understands Frost's background and his thoughts. He simply thinks that Angel has the potential to become a mysterious alchemist. He wants to train Angel. If Angel can really succeed, maybe he can
Help him accomplish that goal.
The white-haired old man felt that there was no hope, but since Frost valued Angel, he was willing to help.
This was the real reason why he showed up and chatted with Angel for so long.
If it was really just for the so-called stability of the Southern Territory, he would probably just make a casual comment like he did when he met Ferro before.
While the white-haired old man was talking, the vibration struck again, this time the vibration was even more frightening, and the entire corridor seemed to be turned upside down.
The white-haired old man glanced above again: "That guy is really crazy. Such a big movement will only make him die faster."
"Sir, what is happening outside? Why is the entire laboratory shaking?"
The white-haired old man whispered: "A madman is playing the last elegy for his own end."
"Has No. 01 already killed the Shitz larvae?"
The white-haired old man glanced at Angel: "You know a lot. However, he hasn't been killed yet. If Sheetz is so easy to kill, his bloodline ancestors will not be listed as diamond citizens by 'him'
.”
"However, it is not that he has no chance to kill the Shitz larvae. He is trying to do so now. If he succeeds, he can kill the Shitz larvae. But by then, what will this place look like?
It's hard to say... maybe the Devil's Sea will be even more terrifying by then."
The white-haired old man sighed and turned to look at Angel: "It's time for you to leave. You should have an idea of ​​what's going on here and how to make choices."
Angel: "I understand, thank you Lord Inspector for your guidance. I wonder if I would be lucky enough to know your honorable name?"
The white-haired old man: "I am just an inspector now, and I can only be an inspector. When a new inspector comes to take my place someday, if I have the chance, I can tell you my name.
"
When the inspector is in office, he is a calm and indifferent observer. Even if he knows the name, he may be judged unfairly. For this reason, even in "Culori's Chronicle", when mentioning the inspector
When asked, the name was not explicitly mentioned.
After the white-haired old man finished speaking, he waved Angel out of this distorted time and space with a gentle wave of his hand.
Angel stood in the corridor again, but at this time, the corridor began to tilt clearly.
There is no trace of the inspector around, and the only one who can be seen is Gomitu, who is about to wake up not far away.
To be continued...