After what happened that night, Parschal had been living in a daze for the past few days.
His daily routine was still to sit in front of his house, smoke his pipe, and argue with Tim, who was in the side room, about trivial matters. However, when he had free time, he would subconsciously look at the direction of Padt Manor and think about the situation there.
This afternoon, Tim went to the furnace to make a new batch of farming tools, so Parschal did not have time to chat with his friend. After lunch, he did not sit outside his house. Instead, he opened a small crack in the window and looked at the manor in a daze.
"He's an old man. He knows his body is weak, but he still leaves the window open to let in the wind." He heard a small noise behind him. He turned around and saw Gold Cantrip sitting on the glass cover of an oil lamp.
"I'm just worried about Angor." Parschal sighed and poured some cigarette ash into the primrose pot on the windowsill. "By the way, Lord Viscount let you into the manor a few days ago. What did he want you to do? How's it going? "
Gold Cantrip answered casually, "I didn't go. But I heard he was there to cook a table of food to welcome Mister Padt home. I asked my clansmen who went there, and they said the manor is doing fine. "
"That's true. If the manor was too bad, Lord Viscount would not let us go back. I think it won't take long for us to return to the village, "Gold Cantrip said happily.
When he saw Parschal's absent-minded expression, he quickly added, "It's not that I don't like the old man's attic. It's just that it took a lot of effort to build the village. Even if we go back, I'll still come to visit you from time to time."
Parschal chuckled. "I don't care if you go back to the village or not."
"Then why are you looking at me like that?"
Parschal shook his head and pointed into the distance. "I saw something coming from Padt Manor. Someone is coming out."
Gold Cantrip stood on the primrose leaf and looked outside.
"It seems that there are indeed people from the manor, and it seems that there is more than one of them?" Just as Gold Cancan was wondering how there could be so many people in the manor, he saw the group of "people" suddenly fly up and move quickly through the clouds and the void.
One of the "people" flew over the roof of Parsha's house. They looked up and realized something was wrong.
That so-called 'human' was actually the height of a five or six-year-old child. His body shape looked like a human's, but his face was rigid and shone with a metallic luster.
"It doesn't seem to be a living person. It seems to be something similar to an alchemy puppet that Lococo mentioned before," Golden Cancan said doubtfully.
"Lococo, are they your clansmen? Why haven't I heard of this name before? What are alchemy puppets? "Pacha asked curiously.
Gold Brilliance explained simply, "Lococo has talent for cultivation and has already stepped onto the path of a Magus. You can think of alchemy puppets as magical creations of Magi. "
After all, Parshar was a famous pedant in Grue Town. "Wizard's creation? Something like a mechanical device? Do they not have life? "
Gold Brilliance frowned. "I don't know. But I'm more interested in why so many wizard creations are flying out of the manor. What are they trying to do?"
At the same time, inside a hall in Padt Manor, Angor opened a window.
He moved to the window and saw the puppets flying away in the sky.
"Thewis is on the move," Angor whispered. "But the puppet's range is limited. Can we really use it to find Roland?" Angor asked in a low voice.
"They should be able to find something soon. We'll know the answer then," Sunders replied casually as he sat on a sofa behind Angor. However, from his perfunctory tone, it was clear that he didn't have much hope for Thewis's operation this time.
Angor lowered the curtain. "I see. Let's leave it at that for now."
Angor returned to the hall and sat down in front of Sunders. He wanted to talk about Jon, but before he could, he sensed a small head peeking into the hall.
Angor looked at the person, who immediately jumped up in fright and ran away.
He walked to the entrance of the hall and sensed the faint scent in the air, which allowed him to guess who the intruder was.
There was a bottle of nectar wine on the floor, and a note under it.
Angor placed the bottle on the table. "It's a Moonlily Fairy. He left a note asking when Toby will wake up. "
As he spoke, he took Toby out of his chest pocket. Toby didn't move at all. However, Angor sensed some warmth under its soft feathers. His steady breathing indicated that Toby was still alive.
"Toby's vital signs are stable. But I'm still worried if he can wake up."
"The worst part of the curse is over. Things will only get better from now on. If Toby doesn't wake up by the time we're done here, we should go to Dark Castle and ask Greya for help. "
He didn't think Greya would be able to do anything about it.
Toby had to rely on his own strength and luck to survive. Sometimes, the help of others would be more of a hindrance than a help. It was very likely that they would also be affected by the calamity.
Angor sighed. There was nothing else he could do.
He could only say no to the Moonlily Fairy's question.
Putting Toby aside for now, Angor and Sunders talked about Jon's condition and his training progress.
Sunders also asked about the spell slots Angor chose.
Angor's answer was still as mysterious as before. Sunders was getting more and more curious about Angor's choice.
When they were done talking, Angor prepared to return to his room. He planned to shut himself up for a while while Thewis was looking for Roland. "Are you going to the dream wasteland, Professor?" Angor asked Sunders before he left.
Sunders shook his head. "Not yet. I need to find out more about Jon first. Also, I think my Dream Walk spell will be ready soon, and I'll give it a try myself."
For the next few days, alchemy puppets kept coming and going in the manor, which caused quite a commotion.
Parshar wasn't the only one who noticed it. Most of the townspeople in Grue Town noticed it as well.
Not everyone knew about the existence of wizards, so they were worried that something bad might happen to the manor. Leon even showed up in Grue Town for a whole day and made up a story about how he was an "inventor".
They had caused such a huge commotion, but there didn't seem to be any concrete results.
Angor didn't pay much attention to Thewis' actions right now. He focused on his daily training, learning new cantrips, building his door model, and reading the books Sunders gave him in his free time.
Among them, the construction of the Model of the Door was more stable, but the most effective one was the learning of cantrips. Especially when he was learning fire cantrips, even if he didn't use the Primordial Flame to assist him, the Primordial Flame in the earlobe mark would actively stimulate him when he was studying fire cantrips, allowing him to have a deeper understanding of fire cantrips in a short period of time.
If he wasn't in the Old Earth, where elemental energy was almost non-existent, he would have made even more progress.
Even without using the Primordial Fire Origin, he was able to obtain such a boost. Just imagine, if he were to study the Primordial Fire Origin, how much of an improvement would he get?!
Angor finally understood why Origin Flame was so popular among wizards.
Apart from that, there was something else he needed to do: cultivate Soft Metamorphosis Larvae.
From the manuscript left behind by "Heart of Bugs" Incircote, Angor learned about several variables that could be used to cultivate Soft Metamorphosis Larvae.
When dealing with the Soft Metamorphosis Larvae, Angor tried to find a new variable to stimulate the Soft Metamorphosis Larvae to lay eggs. Using the new variable as an "internal problem" and the Dream Weaver Ant as an "external problem", the effect was obvious.
A new type of larvae was finally born.
However, even if he knew the different variables, it would still take a long time for the eggs to hatch. Ever since Angor started to stimulate the Soft Metamorphosis Larvae in Brute Cavern, the Soft Metamorphosis Larvae had only hatched two eggs. One was a normal larvae, and the other was a new type of larvae.
After a period of cultivation, the new type of insect egg finally hatched.
After waiting for more than half a day, a dark and glossy insect crawled out of the egg.
Its color and luster were completely different from the Soft Metamorphosis Larvae he saw before. But it was also different from the Soft Metamorphosis Larvae recorded in the book.
It seemed there was no new Soft Metamorphosis Larvae this time.
Still, if this Soft Metamorphosis Larvae worked well, it should be worth something.
However, after some observation, Angor realized that it was a Soft Metamorphosis Larvae with strengthened defense. Or rather, "Hard Metamorphosis Larvae" was a better name for it.
However, this "Hard Metamorphosis Larvae" had lost the advantage of Soft Metamorphosis Larvae. In Angor's opinion, it was a negative mutation.
No matter how hard a Hard Metamorphosis Larvae's shell was, it only needed to be squeezed a little harder.
Under Angor's careful control, the Dream Weaver Ant "easily" defeated the Hard Metamorphosis Larvae in the border battles. To teach the Soft Metamorphosis Larvae a lesson, Angor had one of the Soft Metamorphosis Larvae carry the Hard Metamorphosis Larvae's body to the Soft Metamorphosis Larvae's compartment.
When the Hard Metamorphosis Larvae was almost finished, Angor began to add new variables to the larvae's nest.
It had already been a week since Thewis used the alchemy puppet to look for Roland.
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