Chapter 464 - Saladin
Sunders never explicitly explained what “recycle” meant, but each time Angor heard about it, he felt something cruel hidden behind it.
The city guards dared not stop the violent actions of someone from the Supreme Cult because the cult members shared a terribly notorious name in this world. They might not be strong fighters, but no other wizard organizations wanted to provoke them because the cult defined the “political correctness” of the entire region.
Most organizations tended to operate their own shady business somewhere, and they would perform researches on illegal otherworld creatures. Balba in Brute Cavern was such a case. Typically, the Supreme Cult strongly opposed such behaviors because this went against their creed. As the loyal believers of the world’s consciousness, the cult members relentlessly messed around at people’s places and caused an uproar.
Of course, the major organizations could wipe them out once and for all, but it would be at a great cost. Besides, no one knew whether the world’s consciousness would simply give birth to a second Supreme Cult after the first one. No one wanted a bunch of revengeful psychos constantly biting their heels.
Angor took a guess that the big man was an otherworldly visitor. He already sensed something from the bulky figure that didn’t belong to this world.
The black-haired young man came from Supreme Cult, who regarded the big man as an intruder. This was what caused their street fight.
The little girl mentioned that the big man already got “registered”, but this didn’t prevent a cult member from attacking him.
The mist finally grew thinner, slowly revealing Saladin’s form.
Saladin didn’t seem hurt. Also, he regained his previous calm and indifferent attitude, which meant he had gotten rid of his mad condition.
Saladin glanced at Champagne Road. He knew his target had escaped there, but he couldn’t afford to chase them since there were more powerful wizards stationed there.
Besides, he was more interested in who just tricked him with an interesting spell.
It had been some time since he regained sanity. He couldn’t understand why he failed to find the exit of the mist in his calm state.
He looked around and failed to find out the caster of the mist. Maybe it is one of the two women who showed up just now?
Under everyone’s fearful gaze, Saladin grinned devilishly and walked away.
By some unknown coincidence, he was walking past Angor’s position just when Angor was descending from a tree branch.
Saladin glanced at Angor and assumed it was just another observer. Yet when he turned away, an instinctual feeling caused his heart to thump faster.
Saladin glared at Angor.
Angor didn’t mind Saladin’s questioning gaze. He simply pulled his hood over his head and prepared to depart—only to find Saladin blocking his way.
“Need something?” Angor asked from under his hood.
“… You’re carrying something from another world. Let me give you some advice—do not get involved with any otherworldly creature.”
Saladin was staring at Angor’s chest.
Angor had a necklace that came with a pendant containing the “culprit” who brought Jon to this world—the Alien Eye.
Saladin didn’t mention anything about “recycling” the item. Their job was to deal with creatures, not their possessions. There were many alchemy applications that required the use of otherworldly materials after all.
Angor waited until Saladin left and frowned.
An apprentice noticed the presence of Alien Eye when Sunders cannot… They aren’t lying about how the Supreme Cult cultists are extremely sensitive to otherworldly beings.
With a grim look, Angor watched as Saladin disappeared at the end of the road. Once the man was gone, he then headed to Champagne Road.