Also, Angor brought Shirley with him for this trip.
The Ocean Rhythm was definitely the most profitable experience Shirley had ever had since she came to Floating Mech City.
Shirley was her student after all. Even though she was just tagging along, she still benefited a lot from it. Farrina had to consider this when she thought about how to repay Angor's kindness.
After pondering for a moment, Farrina subconsciously looked at Granny Fingernail, who was sitting calmly on the other side.
Granny Fingernail mentioned that Angor seemed to be looking for something when she was talking to Granny Fingernail.
She hesitated for a moment and said, "I heard that you're looking for magic scrolls that can increase luck?"
Angor nodded without hesitation. "Yes. Do you know where I can find it, Miss Farrina?"
Farrina nodded slightly. "I know an old friend. He has a magic scroll that can increase Luck."
"Who is it?" Angor was overjoyed, but he held back his excitement and decided to confirm the identity of the person first. If it was Vifet …
"My old friend is a wizard from Moxa Westland, 'Light of Twilight' Vifet."
Angor's joy instantly froze. "So it's him."
Farrina noticed the change in Angor's tone. "You know Vifet too, Wizard Padt?"
Granny Fingernail spoke up, "I remember Vifet went to the Abyss Plane. That's when Angor went there as well?"
Angor nodded. "Vifet and I were part of the last group to go to the Abyss Plane with the Moonfrost Union. That's why I asked Vifet about a scroll of luck.
"However, it is very difficult for me to obtain what he needs."
"What does Vifet want?"
"A drop of Fragment of Eternity."
Farrina's lips twitched. "That old man really knows how to ask for a ridiculous price."
The value of the Fragment of Eternity was much higher than the illusory Scroll of Luck. A few drops of Fragments of Eternity could turn into a Sorcerer's Garden, which was a strategic weapon. The Scroll of Luck, on the other hand, could only last for two to three seconds, and the Luck attribute itself was not a concept of absolute value. In comparison, the Scroll of Luck was much worse.
"Even if I can afford a Fragment of Eternity, there's no way I can get it." Angor sighed.
Farrina considered for a moment. "How about this? I'll go to the tower and talk to Vifet later."
"Thank you." He nodded to Farrina.
"Don't worry about it. I owe you a big favor today. Besides, I don't think I need to do it myself. If you go talk to Vifet now, he'll think about it. " Angor was only a potential student. But now, he was a real wizard and an official member of the Research department. Vifet wasn't an idiot.
After Farrina finished talking about Vifet, she looked at Granny Fingernail who was looking down.
"I don," Farrina continued, "I'm," she continued. "But as your colleague, I have to warn you —"
"Luck is a relative term. Sometimes, bad things don't always end well, and good things don't always lead to good things. There are too many variables in this world.
"If you're going to use it in alchemy, I'm telling you not to use it if possible."
Angor glanced at Granny Fingernail. Granny Fingernail also told him not to use the Scroll of Luck in alchemy, especially when crafting Mystery items.
Granny Fingernail seemed to know something about it. Perhaps someone already used the same method to craft a Mystery item. Otherwise, Granny Fingernail wouldn't have warned him.
Now that Granny Fingernail mentioned it, Angor knew how important it was.
He nodded seriously. "Thank you. I know what I'm doing."
Farrina only met Angor today, so she didn't want to talk about it too much. Seeing Angor's reaction, she didn't continue the topic.
"I came to Floating Mech City to craft an alchemy item related to the sea. Being able to experience the Ocean Rhythm today is very important to me," Farrina said sincerely. "Thank you for your help, Wizard Padt."
"Don't mention it."
Farrina smiled bitterly after thanking him. "But now, there's the Ocean's Rhythm, an insurmountable mountain, pressing down on my head. It won't be easy for me to surpass it. "
Farrina didn't mean that she couldn't do it. This was her pride as an alchemist.
Next, Farrina began to talk about some alchemy topics that could improve their relationship. Granny Fingernail was more than happy to help her.
The atmosphere of the tea party was very harmonious. However, Angor didn't take a sip of tea because he couldn't stop thinking about the word "bath water".
The only person who didn't seem to fit in with the tea party was Shirley, who was dressed like a magician.
She had mixed feelings about this.
She was afraid that Angor would punish her for "borrowing" the item. She also felt grateful to Angor for allowing her to experience something as wondrous as the rhythm of the ocean. She also felt a little resentful. If Angor didn't set her up, she wouldn't have been caught by Carveline.
But since she knew that it was Angor who set her up, Shirley had to endure it. She couldn't defeat Angor even if she borrowed her teacher's power.
But Shirley never regretted her mistake.
When the tea party came to an end and Farrina was about to leave, Shirley sighed in relief.
Angor was younger than her, but his aura was so strong that she didn't dare to move an inch. She was used to being carefree, so she couldn't help but feel uncomfortable. The tea party finally came to an end.
Before Shirley could leave the shop with Farrina, Angor suddenly asked, "Shirley, your name is Shirley, right?"
Shirley straightened her back and looked at Angor with a stiff expression. "Mister Padt …"
Angor smiled. "We've met before. Don't you remember?"
Suddenly, Angor's face was covered by a layer of mist. He looked exactly the same as the one Shirley saw at the bottom of the lake.
Shirley couldn't deny it now. "Oh, it was Mister Padt. I didn't notice …"
Seeing Angor's silent smile, Shirley's expression changed. She quickly put on a sad, apologetic, and sincere expression.
"I'm sorry. I really didn't know it was Mister Padt!"
Farrina looked at Shirley in confusion, her eyes filled with curiosity.
Angor watched Shirley's professional performance and her tearful apology. He couldn't help but think that Shirley really fit the style of Torch Academy. Her acting skills were amazing. Even if she changed her attitude right in front of Angor's face, her performance almost moved him.
"Did Shirley offend you, Mister Padt?" Farrina hesitated.
Angor shook his head. "No. It's just an interesting interlude."
"Yes, it's just an interlude. A misunderstanding!" Shirley quickly seized the opportunity.
"She's just trying to steal something from me, that's all."
Shirley's expression froze. She looked at Farrina's grim expression and stammered, "I didn't steal it. I just … borrowed it."
Farrina knew Shirley's personality too well. She knew that "borrowed" was just an excuse.
She didn't think that Shirley would try to steal from Angor this time.
Farrina was even angrier than when she saw Shirley's rudeness.
"It's all Shirley's fault. I'll give Mister Padt a satisfactory explanation. "Farrina stared at Shirley with a grim expression.
Angor waved a hand. "Like I said, it's just an interlude. Don't blame Shirley too much."
Shirley agreed, but she didn't say anything this time. She was afraid that Angor would backstab her again.
"But I have some questions for you, Shirley."
Farrina naturally wanted to put an end to this incident. She nodded and said to Shirley, "Keep your glib tongue to yourself."
Shirley grumbled in her mind. She didn't dare to lie in front of a real wizard.
"What's that thing you were trying to steal?" Angor asked out of curiosity.
"The thing in your chest pocket. I thought I stole it, but it turned out to be an illusion," Shirley replied.
"Do you know what's in my pocket?"
Shirley shook her head. "I don't know. But I can feel it. It must be something precious."
"Why?"
Shirley hesitated. "Because I sensed the ripple of an emotional force field. It's hard to tell, but I'm sure it contains a lot of emotional power."
Her answer sounded a little strange, but Angor could tell that she wasn't lying.
When Shirley "borrowed" Alan's beast-cutter, she told him that the weapon was filled with emotions.
Angor didn't understand it back then, but now, he had a better idea of what was going on.
"You can sense emotional force fields?"
Shirley nodded. "To be exact, it's the power of emotions."
Angor pondered for a moment before he slowly opened his chest pocket.
In his chest pocket, there wasn't any of the "things" that Shirley had mentioned. There was only a … bird wearing a panda costume.
She looked at the bird on Angor's palm and saw it blinking innocently at her with its red eyes.
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