The next morning, Angor left for Phantom Island.
While on the skybus, the sky suddenly darkened, and it began to drizzle.
"Oh, the mirror world can rain too?" Through the gaps between the leaves, Angor saw dark clouds gathering in the sky. The cumulonimbus clouds were thicker than he expected. It seemed the rain would last for a long time.
Ever since he came to Brute Cavern, he had been thinking about the truth of the mirror world. He always thought it was a grotto-heaven similar to the ones in novels back on Earth. However, the natural rainclouds seemed to be different.
The morning breeze blew the drizzle into the carriage from outside. Two or three drops of cold rain splashed on Angor's face. The wet and cold sensation instantly stopped him from thinking. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his face.
He thought he would go to Phantom Island in the rain, but he did not.
It was not because the rain had stopped. He was now higher than the cumulonimbus clouds. Angor stood on the edge of the "Falling Cloud Stop" and looked down. Originally, he could see the green plains, the buildings that were as small as ants, and the humans that looked like tiny black dots moving back and forth between the buildings. But now, he could only see the dark clouds and hear the rumbling sound of the rain falling.
The sound of falling rain could only be described as "rumbling", which meant he was very close to the clouds.
On the Falling Cloud Leaf Station, he saw a group of apprentices observing the rain clouds below like him. Angor was just curious. The apprentices were observing and recording the rainclouds. Some of them even cast some water spells to prove their theories.
Angor also saw several figures standing in the air above the clouds. They seemed to be observing the process of "turning the clouds into rain" as well. They even combined their mana to create a smaller cumulonimbus cloud, which seemed to be mimicking the process.
Wind, flower, snow, and moon were all truths. Clouds, rain, and thunder were all truths.
Watching these apprentices who were completely immersed in the knowledge that ordinary people would not notice, Angor truly felt the light of wisdom.
When he was in the Cloud Library, he only felt admiration and admiration when he read countless books. But here, when he saw his colleagues studying the rainclouds, he felt closer to the truth. You could never reach the end with books. You could only reach the end by measuring with your feet, observing with your eyes, and thinking with your brain.
With such thoughts in mind, he went to Phantom Island.
Phantom Island was still brightly lit. Instead of seeing Sunders in his study, Butler Goode led him to a garden full of strange plants.
The trees were very tall and covered with green vines, blocking most of the sunlight. The flowers were very dense. Other than the gravel path, almost everything was filled with flowers. The flowers were of different colors and types. In the dark environment, there was a sense of color that was so bright that it was frightening.
Sunders stood at the end of the gravel path, surrounded by all kinds of rare phantom beasts, including the winged white horse Angor saw before.
"Professor," Angor bowed.
"Is there something you don't understand?" Sunders was caressing a python with a bloody crown on its head with his back facing Angor.
"No, sir. I'm just here to report to you that I'm going to start building my spirit model." Angor lowered his head to avoid the python's gaze.
"Reporting such a small matter to me, do you want me to praise you for your fast progress?" Sunders turned around and looked at Angor with a calm look. It was as if he could see through Angor's mind.
"Um, no …" Angor wanted to deny it, but for some reason, he did not say anything. Sunders was not wrong. He came here for no reason just to get a compliment from his teacher, so that he could raise his proud tail a little, right? He even made up an excuse about not reporting to Sunders. But it was just his vanity.
Angor stood there awkwardly. He was embarrassed by his vanity, and also embarrassed by Sunders' words.
The atmosphere froze for a moment. Angor felt the urge to run away. After realizing his vanity, he felt that it was too shameful, too childish, and too embarrassing.
Sunders walked to Angor's side.
Angor thought Sunders was going to scold him, but he felt a warm hand on his shoulder.
"Don't be embarrassed. This is the true desire in your heart. It has a beautiful color, much better than the sharp, dark, and dirty desires of too many people," Sunders said in a soft voice. Sunders' hoarse voice echoed in Angor's ears. "Remember who you are now. He's more real than you are. Don't try to throw him away. Only by recognizing the truth will you be able to go further on your path. "
Angor stared at Sunders. Sunders' words were a bit obscure, and he did not fully understand. But there was no doubt that Sanders did not seem to be blaming him.
Sunders patted Angor's shoulder and stepped aside. "You did find your spirit model in such a short time. You deserve praise. I heard you went to the Elder of Books? Did the Elder of Books tell you that? "
"Yes, I did. The Elder of Books told me that a Potion of Austere Night can help me locate my spirit model quickly. But I didn't drink — "
Before Angor could finish, Sunders suddenly interrupted him and gave him a surprised look.
"You said the Elder of Books told you to drink the Potion of Austere Night?"
Angor nodded.
"Are you sure the Elder of Books answered your question?"
"Yes."
Sunders looked at Angor with a strange glint in his eyes. He was only asking casually. He even planned to tease Angor when he heard "the Elder of Books rejected him". However, Angor gave him an answer that he never expected.
The Elder of Books answered his question! And it was true!
Sunders recalled that the last wizard who got an answer from the Elder of Books was more than ten years ago. It was a wizard from Edge of Night who spent an unimaginable amount of money to get some pointers from the Elder of Books.
Angor could get an answer from the Elder of Books? And damn it! It was such a simple question!
If Sunders knew Angor could get the Elder of Books to talk, he would have prepared hundreds of questions for Angor to ask on his behalf. As for Angor's question, any wizard could have answered it.
Sunders looked at Angor's confused face and sighed.
"Can you tell me how you got the Elder of Books to talk?" Sunders suddenly became curious.
Angor did not hide anything. What he told the Elder of Books was not important anyway. So, he told Sunders everything that happened that day.
"I see. You used knowledge exchange to get the Elder of Books to talk. That makes sense considering the Elder of Books' personality … But, mass-energy relation? How do you know? "asked Sunders.
"My mentor taught me." Angor did not try to hide his knowledge from Jon.
Sunders sighed after hearing Angor's explanation. "So your mentor is quite knowledgeable. Too bad he's just a mortal and has no chance to become a supernatural. Otherwise, he might have a chance to become a wizard. "
Sunders paused and continued, "You managed to get the Elder of Books to speak, which is also a glorious achievement. If people know about it, your name will be known all over the world."
Angor chuckled but did not say anything.
"You did not use the Potion of Austere Night to locate your spirit power. Good. There's something strange about the wall in the Glutton Flower tunnel. When you go down to the Nightmare Realm, you can use the Potion of Austere Night if you can find something to increase your spirit power from there. " Sunders spoke in a slightly regretful tone, "Too bad you wasted a chance to learn from the Elder of Books."
Angor was still embarrassed about being exposed by Sunders. Now that the topic was over, he prepared to say goodbye and leave.
Before he could say goodbye, he suddenly remembered Balba, who he met in the underground cave.
Balba had nothing to do with him. But for some reason, Angor felt a sense of familiarity with Balba. So, when Balba asked him for help, he did not refuse.
"Professor, I have something to ask you. May I?"
"What is it? Why are you being so careful?"
Angor remained silent for a moment and told Sunders about his encounter with Balba.
"I just want to ask Miss Flora if she's mad at me for asking about Balba," Angor said.
"Balba, huh?" Sunders chuckled. "She won't be mad. But I do know how it happened. Do you want to know?"
"You know? That's great! " Angor did not want to bother Flora either. She was a real witch. Although he did miss Little Red a lot, Angor did not want to bother her.
"There are two reasons why Flora didn't teach Balba. First, she's really busy these days. A tribe in Parmigi Highlands is experiencing a large-scale blood mutation. I think it's caused by some kind of pathogen. She's been busy dealing with it. Second, it's because of Balba himself. "
"What's the problem with Balba himself?"
Sunders showed a mocking smile. "Because he's not a human."
"Not a human?!" Angor tried to recall Balba's appearance. He did not seem to notice anything unusual about him.
"He's a hybrid between a human and an otherworldly barbarian," Sunders explained. "When he gets angry, a blue totem tattoo will appear on his body, and his pupils will turn golden. These are the characteristics of the Silver Wolves. They should have a tail. But since he's a hybrid, his human bloodline has neutralized part of his Silver Wolf bloodline.
"There's an unspoken rule in the wizarding world that no one is allowed to teach wizardry knowledge to outsiders. Even if he's just a normal hybrid, maybe he has some kind of secret weapon hidden deep inside his bloodline. Wizardry knowledge is spread across thousands of worlds, and there are too many people who want to learn it. "
"So he's half of an otherworldly bloodline. No wonder Balba was the only one who didn't receive any invitations."
"Yes. Wizards don't want to get involved in this kind of trouble. They're more than willing to capture him and dissect him. "
"Then why did you take him in?" Angor did not understand this either. If he knew that this man was an otherworldly bloodline, he would not have taken him in if he was afraid that someone from another world would spy on his wizardry.
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