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The caterpillar man was scared and quickly took several steps back. He turned around and started escaping without saying a word.

The man’s body hit the tree on the roadside hard and he was hit by some black smoke after running for a while.

It looked like the black smoke was ignited—the caterpillar’s body was covered with dark flames. Several seconds later, the caterpillar’s body started shrinking like a balloon that was hit by a needle. His body turned into a ball of black smoke and quickly absorbed by Angele’s body.

Angele released some more dark smoke and took care of the other caterpillars. He then turned around and checked the situation.

Frey was staring at Angele anxiously, his muscles were tightened and it seemed like hew as ready to fight.

"Who are you?! Are you really the Green we know?"

Angele’s power surprised him, he thought Angele was lying to them.

Freia and the other team members also looked at Angele after hearing Frey’s word.

"Yeah, I’m the Green you know." Angele sighed slightly. "I did lie to you about the drug that could keep me young, however, you should’ve wondered why the mansion was never attacked when I was here."

He turned to Freia and stared at her. "Girl, the sunflower never blossomed, right?"

Freia hesitated, she looked at Frey with confusion in her eyes, but her sight quickly returned to Angele, and it seemed like she was wondering what she should do.

Frey remained silent for a while before opening his mouth again.

"Can you show us the strange golden device you used a lot when we were young?"

Angele chuckled, he took out the Light of Thorn from the mirror and activated it using his mentality wave.

*CHI CHI CHI*

Rays of golden light landed on the ground, opening several burnt holes that were smoking.

"He’s the real Green, only the real Green can fully activate this thing!" Freia quickly confirmed Angele’s identity. "Also, there’s no point for him to lie with such strong power."

Frey slowly loosened his expression. "Sorry, Green, too many things happened recently..."

A bitter smile appeared on his face.

"I underestimated your power, I think. You survived in this realm for so long and I don’t see any wounds on your body... It’s nearly impossible for a normal hunter to do something like that..."

The other team members slowly loosened their expressions as well after hearing the word.

Angele walked to Frey and patted his shoulders, he could understand why Frey questioned him like that—it meant that Frey had been in similar situations before. They had similar height, however, Angele looked a bit strange since he looked younger than the middle-aged man. Angele was much older than Frey, but it looked like a young man was patting a middle-aged man’s shoulders.

"Alright, leave this place now. You don’t need to worry about me anymore." Angele smiled.

"Aren’t you leaving with us?" Freia sounded a bit anxious after she realized that Angele would not join the team.

"Sorry, I can’t go with you, but you can make this mansion your shelter. I’ll know when you’re here and I’ll come back for you," Angele responded.

Frey wanted to say something but he did not. Frey raised his right hand and waved.

"Let’s go!"

Suddenly, a female member stepped forward and spoke loudly, "Sir! I have something to say!"

"Don’t! We need to leave now!" Frey stopped her as he knew what she was going to say.

The female member had short green hair, she was about 15 years old but she looked like an experienced soldier. Although her body trembled after she was yelled at, she still did not move an inch.

Frey decided to give her order again but Angele stopped him.

"What do you want to say?" He looked at the girl curiously.

The girl with green hair bowed to Angele slightly.

"I know it’s wrong to interrupt your conversation but I have a question I must ask. With such strong power, why don’t you contribute to the human organization? You’re a human being too, right?" The girl chose her words carefully but she was still questioning Angele’s decision.

"Great power comes with great responsibility! As a relative of our judge and commander, you should join us and fight for our future!" the girl with green hair kept asking.

Angele smiled and shook his head. "I apologize that I can’t help you."

"Why?!" The girl looked surprised as she stared at Angele’s face. "Do you understand that if a strong being like you can help the human beings, we will have a much higher chance to survive?"

"I understand but I still can’t help you." The gentle smile was still on Angele’s face. "There are too many things to explain if I have to convince you so I’ll keep it short. Frey and Freia are the only two human beings I care about in this realm. It won’t really make me sad if all other human beings die," he responded in a cold tone.

"You!" The girl was enraged, she stepped forward while breathing heavily but another female member behind her quickly stopped her.

It seemed like Angele’s word reminded Frey and Freia of something.

"I understand." Frey stepped back and bowed to Angele. "We’ll leave now, Green." He was not angry at all. Frey patted the girl’s shoulder and the girl returned to the team, however, she was still sad about what just happened.

Freia kissed Angele’s left cheek and said, "Goodbye, Green."

"Goodbye." Angele rubbed Freia’s cheeks just like what he did when Freia was young.

Frey and Freia knew what Angele was trying to tell them. They quickly disappeared into the forest with the team.

Angele just stood there without saying anything else.

He wanted the local human beings to understand that he could not protect them forever. Also, if Angele decided to join a low-level conflict like this, the lords might become his enemy since the low-level creatures usually worked for certain lords.

What they did in the wizard world already made the lords from the north their enemy. The fight between lords would greatly impact the lives of the low-level beings. It would be a disaster for the human beings if they were caught in the battle.

If Angele did not inform the lords from the south about Frey and Freia, they would not even make it to the mansion, and it would be nearly impossible for them to survive in the south.

The mansion was Angele’s territory so he could help them defeat the caterpillars and the Dire Lord would be fine with that.

Also, the human beings in the Nightmare Realm were not related to Angele, he offered the help because Frey and Freia were in the team.

He made sure that the team left and looked at the main building with white walls.

"The situation is still the same. I want to meet you again, but..." Angele muttered and disappeared into red flames slowly.

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Red light flashed and the scene became clear again.

Angele shook his head and checked the living room. It was quiet and clean.

He could not detect any movement in the house. The orange light from the setting sun landed on the floor and illuminated the whole living room.

The air smelt like burnt toast.

"Xinrui?" Angele shouted and his voice was slightly buffed by his mentality wave.

No one responded.

Angele’s brow furrowed, he was in the center of the living room and he decided to check the second floor.

*Ka-ta Ka-ta*

He stepped on the staircase and he could see the edge of a white dress by the corner on the second floor.

"Xinrui?" he shouted again.

The white dress moved back and it was quickly blocked by the wall.

Angele had a bad feeling about this. He quickly walked to the second floor and turned left, heading to the reading room.

He stepped on the wooden floor; the noise echoed in the house.

The door of the reading room was half open, Angele pushed the door and entered the room.

"Ah!"

He heard someone screaming and it sounded like a woman that was groaning.

Angele was surprised by the voice for a second.

The voice quickly disappeared. Angele glanced around but he did not find anyone in the room.

There was a black desk, a black chair, two red wooden bookshelves, and a tall candle stand. The painting was on the left and it was still covered by the blanket.

Angele’s expression turned serious. ’The voice wasn’t an illusion, it must be the playback of someone’s voice.’ The voice sounded like Xinrui, the woman he summoned.

Angele already tested that his illusions spells did nothing to Xinrui and he doubted that someone else’s illusion spells would work on her.

He left the reading room and checked other rooms on the second floor but he did not find anything. He then walked down the stairs and started checking the rooms on the first floor.

All other rooms seemed fine except the storage room.

The storage room looked normal but Angele could smell the stink as he stepped into it.

The storage room was small and dark. Many wooden planks were pinned on the door from inside and bloody handprints were left on the wooden planks, there were also some bloodstains on the floor.

Closing his eyes, Angele released some gentle red light.

*CHI*

Some blue smoke slowly appeared in the storage room and he could hear a woman screaming from the smoke.

"It’s Xinrui, she’s dead..." Angele pursed his lips. "It means the painting is not using illusion attacks and its attacks can deal actual damage."

Angele wanted to find Xinrui’s soul by tracking the remaining of her soul, however, the remaining of her soul was the only thing he found.

He checked the blue smoke carefully and found some new information.

"I can track the path of her remaining soul to find the truth..."

After talking to Eye Devil regarding the disadvantages of the sealed forms, he noticed that maybe it was his bloodline that made the decision to keep this painting. If he could reach a whole different level, he would be freed from the realm’s curse. He would not keep such a dangerous item in his house if he was the one who made the decision.

Angele left the storage room following the path of Xinrui’s soul. He quickly reached his bedroom and noticed that the bronze handle was destroyed and the white door was also covered with bloody handprints. He did not see any of those before summoning the soul.

He remained quiet as he checked the handprints. After checking everything, he followed after the smoke again.

They stood in front of a large vase at the corner of the living room.

There were some green plants, white and yellow flowers in the vase. The flowers were beautiful and vibrant.

The blue smoke moved to the other side of the vase through the gaps among the leaves.

Angele pushed the leaves away and his pupils retracted after seeing the thing behind the base.

On the white wall behind the vase, he found a painting. There was a woman on the wall, staring at Angele with a smile on her face.

The woman was Xinrui, who probably suffered before her death.

She was wearing the jeans and the t-shirt. Her outfit was clean and organized.

"How’s that even possible..." Angele muttered. He reached to the painting but his sight blurred for a second.

The painting quickly disappeared and the only thing left was the white wall. It was almost like that he was seeing illusions.

’I’m sure it was not an illusion.’ Angele was certain. ’The ability is nothing like an energy attack... Only an individual with power that’s greater than my true form can accomplish something like this... If I can analyze this ability...’

He realized that the painting might have an answer to his problem.

Angele put his hands on the wall; the wall was cold but his heart was filled up with warmth.