Fairy Tale: Little Red Riding Hood's Wolf Mentor

Chapter 127 The Trapped Angel
"You said that the place you were going to can only be reached now?"

Poro and Lake followed Gretel down a downward spiral staircase. The walls on both sides of the stairs began to slowly change color. The cream and cheese on them gradually faded, revealing the smooth gray-black stone walls.

"Yes, that grandma said that if you go at another time, you will be discovered..."

Gretel nodded. The time they were at now was the same time Gretel went yesterday.

Footsteps echoed in the narrow stairwell.

There are also many protruding crystals on the walls on both sides.

Poro's eyes flashed. He could tell that these were some extremely special and rare magic crystals, and their uses were some magic circles that were not recorded in the Queen's notes.

Will it be discovered? By whom?
Poro felt a little doubtful about Gretel's words. Under the influence of hunger, the scene before him seemed like a mixture of colors and lights.

But it is also because of this that a few people can see this downward passage.

Even awakened saints are not qualified to enter these covered mazes.

But Poro already had a guess in his mind.

"pat-"

Step on more solid ground.

Poro calculated the location and found that it was probably... at the very bottom of the center of the candy castle, in a stone cave with absolutely no food.

Who is the person imprisoned here?

As soon as Poro and Lake stepped onto the ground, they set their sights on the tall burning stove in the center of the room in the distance.

Among them, a golden flame surged out.

Both Poro and Lake recognized that the flame was exactly the same as the fire in the stove in the hidden kitchen!
"That old lady is inside this big...stove!"

Gretel said softly.

"Inside the furnace?!"

Poro and Lake were both stunned. They didn't know how Gretel found out.

They looked at each other and walked towards the stove step by step.

Stepping across the dancing flames, they saw the scene inside.

There was a small table with some extremely worn-looking books neatly placed on it. Next to the table was a crystal chair engraved with runes.

Sitting on the chair was an old man with silver hair.

"I'm sorry, you two, I haven't had any guests here for many years."

The old man turned to look at Lake and Poro, his wrinkles narrowed, and a smile appeared on his face. "I am a little inconvenient to move, so I can't stand up to greet you. Please forgive me."

Without any explanation, Poro and Lake saw the reason why the old man was "inconvenient to move".

There were more than a dozen thin iron chains nailed to the hunched body of the silver-haired old man. These chains pierced into the old man's back, and the other end extended to the top of the surrounding stoves.

The golden fire extended from the old man's back, along the iron chain, and into the entire inside of the furnace.

Flames flow like butterflies dancing, spinning upwards.

The invisible flames were guided into the candy castle far above the head.

"May I ask who you are..."

Poro and Lake asked carefully, no matter who the person in front of them was, she must have a great relationship with the secret of this candy castle.

"You can call me Karen. I can sense that this girl has something of mine."

The old woman smiled slightly, and she raised her trembling fingers with thick joints and pointed at Lake's pocket.

"Your...things?"

Lake was stunned for a moment, her bright eyes slightly opened, and she instantly thought of something. She reached into her side pocket and pulled out the red ribbon that the veteran had given her earlier.

"Yes, that's it. I remember giving it to a brave soldier."

After hearing these words, Lake and Poro both realized the identity of the old man before them...

"Ms. Cullen, you are... the real angel?!"

The old man smiled and said:

"Ah, it seems he told you, then there's less explaining to do."

After he finished speaking, the old man's silver-white hair moved without wind, and a dim halo appeared above his head. Behind him, snow-white feathers emerged from nothing.

It is a pair of illusory wings.

At this moment, Poro noticed that the chains that he thought had pierced the old man's back were actually piercing the wings. The golden light from the wounds was drawn away by the magic circle on the chains.

"Your wings, do you... hurt?"

Lake opened her eyes wide, wanting to touch the chains, but still looked at the old man and said.

"It's nothing. These pains are just physical. I got used to it a long time ago."

The old man shook his head, and those inhuman features disappeared.

He still looks like an ordinary white-haired old man.

"A long time ago, the owner of this castle deceived me."

The old man's eyes darkened slightly and he sighed, "She told me that she wanted to borrow my power and add her magic to create a paradise on earth, and I believed her.

But, I was wrong.

The price I paid was that she imprisoned me here.

She stole my power for...solely her own selfish desires."

The old man seemed to notice the Poro's hesitation and said nothing more, "You used hunger to see through the illusion she created in the castle, right?
According to what this little girl said, you should still have some magic skills?
I don't know how much of the truth you have seen, but I will tell you some secrets about this castle, and I don't need you to believe me immediately.

But you can see it with your own eyes.

Of course, if you feel it's dangerous, it's okay to leave here. If possible, I would like to ask you to spread the truth here as much as possible -

I don’t want to see more people become moths to the light of a lamp!”

Poro and Lake looked at each other, then Poro nodded and looked at the old man again:

"We will help you if... what you tell us is indeed the 'truth'."

"Thank you." The old man lowered his head slightly, his eyes reflecting the dancing golden flames in the stove.
"First, I want to tell you that the owner of this castle, the one who locked me here, the one who spread magic across the entire Fertile Plains, was once called—

Gluttonous Witch."

……

Candy Castle, top floor.

A staircase hidden by magic.

"Eleven forty-two in the morning."

Looking at the angle of sunlight outside the window on the other side, Poro closed the pocket watch in his hand, endured the hunger, and slowly walked up the stairs.

The candies and delicacies all around twisted like swirling oil paint.

If one does not master the corresponding magic, only those on the verge of starvation can penetrate the magic maze of the Gluttony Witch.

"Also, the three minutes and twenty-two seconds gap..."

Poro thought about what the old angel Karen said and climbed to the highest level.

The transparent colored candy glass around it was dazzling in the midday sun. Looking through the window, Poro saw the rising and falling houses of Sweet City and the slowly rising smoke around the Candy Castle.

"call……"

Poro didn't waste too much time, he knew that time was still passing.

On the hidden top floor of the candy castle, Poro looked at the house in front of him. The crystal on the door was shining. It was a special magical puzzle lock.

Poro took a deep breath and took out a feather from his arms.

Then, the Poro uttered a short spell, and his magic light wrapped around the feathers, merging with the white light on the feathers and reaching towards the magic lock on the door.

This maze is not difficult to unlock, and can be solved with Poro's current level of magic.

The only difficulty is...

The key magic used to unlock the door needs to carry a hint of "breath" from the angel.

Poro entered the room, where many delicious foods were placed.

Part of it looked like it had been eaten and was emitting some inexplicable magical light. Walking further in, the room was filled with some magical materials of unknown purpose.

Several books were placed upright on a bookshelf on one side.

Time is limited. According to the description of the angel Karen, the owner of this castle is the gluttonous witch who stole the power of angels - the "Angel of Plenty" praised by the entire Fertile Plains.

Will come back here!

"Two minutes and forty-seven seconds left."

Poro muttered, his eyes quickly scanning the not-so-big bookshelf, and then he pulled out one of the books.

There are still very few witches who have a room full of notes like the queen.

After all, magic is not like cabbage on the street.

For most magic, the adaptability required in terms of experience, mentality and soul is an even harder threshold.

This difficulty in reproducing makes most spellcasters above a certain level...

What he mastered was the magic he created himself.

Not this one.

The Poro flipped through the pages quickly, put the notes back where they belonged, and pulled out another book.

After quickly scanning a few pages of text, Poro came to the conclusion:
This is it!

Although it is not complete, it is still a record of the Gluttonous Witch's own magical practice.

There is no title, but the overall content can be summarized as...

Candy House Magic Structure

There is a lot of content in it, including the gluttonous witch, the use and combination of various candy magics, and the conception of the entire candy castle.

The structure of the candy castle, the location of the maze, and the planning of magic routes for various candies.

Also included is a simple magic imprint of identity.

To be precise, it is the so-called awakened saint with the effect of a digital holy emblem.

This book alone contains a wealth of information.

That is to say, no one can finish reading such a book in such a short time, including the knowledge of complex calculations, magic links, etc. in magic!

Therefore, Poro had already come up with a countermeasure before he came.

In his hands, the pages of the book were turned at a speed of one page per second.

The memory granted by [Spiral Beacon: Sage] allows Poro to achieve the level of "photographic memory" even when overloaded.

Of course, this is more like injecting words into the mind in a rigid way.

It can be said that at this moment, Poro is like a human camera.

Two minutes and one second...

One minute and thirty seconds...

One minute and one second...

Thirty seconds...

"Snapped--"

When the last thirty seconds were up, Poro quickly closed the notebook in his hand.

Although there were still a few pages that he hadn't memorized, after quickly flipping through them, Poro determined that those parts were harmless.

"It's time."

Poro put the book back in its place and ran in the direction he came from at the fastest speed.

Now we face the one who stole the angels' power and covered the entire plain with magic...

The chance of victory, or survival, is almost slim!

(End of this chapter)