When Angel reappeared, he had already appeared inside the wall.

Moreover, standing directly in front of him was a beautiful middle-aged woman wearing a light red wizard robe.

"Neia." Angel gently called the person's name.

"Lord Pat." Neia hurriedly bowed and saluted. When she sensed strange energy entering the wall, she immediately flew over. She thought that a foreign enemy had broken in, but she didn't expect that the person coming was Angel.

"No need to be polite, I came here to take Dangros away." Angel said.

A trace of embarrassment flashed across Neia's face. When she came back, she learned that Drew had sent a message to Froude, telling him about Dangros burning Cypress Street. At that time, she realized that Drew had told Ann about this.

Geer was probably afraid of Dangros, and hoped that Angel could quickly take away this little ancestor Dangros.

Although Neia was also a little afraid of the flames created by Dangelos, she felt that her face was shameless when she really used this hint to ask Angel to take Dangelos away.

And she was also worried about offending Angel.

"Actually, Dangross is living a very fulfilling life here, and he has been studying the art of pottery recently. Why don't you let him stay for a while?" Neia said dryly.

Angel: "Forget it. I saw the situation on Cypress Street. It was extremely tragic."

Neia: "It doesn't matter. If Cypress Street burns down, just burn it down. Anyway, it can be rebuilt and no one will die."

Angel: "I'm afraid that if it continues to stay, without anyone to restrain it, it will burn most of the city of St. Syme."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After a pause, Angel said: "Let's go. Since you are here, you will lead the way."

Neia sighed softly in her heart and nodded: "Sir, please come with me."

After a while, Angel saw Dangros rolling on the ground in a backyard covered with rubies.

I saw Dangros closing his eyes and turning his whole hand over the pure ruby ​​with a look of enjoyment. Beside him, there was an old apprentice wearing a fiery red wizard robe, sitting on a stone stool and reading.

A handbook, and from time to time, he would take a red quill and lightly tap it in the direction of Dangros, and some fiery red liquid would be sprinkled over.

Dangoros did not dodge, letting the liquid soak into his skin, and then continued to roll on the gem, moaning and enjoying it, just like the addict above.

This picture was really unsightly, and Neia couldn't help but cough twice.

"Ahem."

The old apprentice, who was immersed in the letter, raised his head in confusion. When he saw Neia and the man behind her, he stood up in an instant.

"Big, big... man." The old apprentice lowered his head, his voice trembling.

"Is he Fritz?" Angel asked this because he saw a title - Boiling Blood Red Water - from the notebook he opened in the old apprentice's hand.

The reason why Cypress Street was burned was that something unexpected happened when Fritz wanted to refine a material for boiling blood-red water.
Chapter completed!