On the Sunset Avenue, a black-clothed youth dressed in a very strange and somewhat sinister appearance walked over from afar.
If the middle-aged man from the Black Wheel Bar was here, he would recognize this young man as the one who talked back to him in the bar.
The young man stood in front of a shop.
"So, this is the one they were talking about?" He looked up at the shop's signboard.
Breeze Magic Material Shop.
This shop was located in the middle of Sunset Avenue. He had passed by this shop before, but every time he did, it was deserted.
But now, this shop was crowded with people.
Perhaps it was because of the words of the Witch of Soft Words?
Before he got close, he could hear a commotion.
When he got closer, he found that the crowd was divided into three groups. Two groups were arguing with each other, and the third group was just a crowd of onlookers.
Because there was no beginning or end, they didn't know the cause of their dispute. However, they could tell that the core of their dispute was the right to purchase the drama box.
"Are drama boxes that popular?" The young man frowned. He didn't know if he could buy one today.
There were too many people at the door, and he couldn't squeeze in right away. He decided to wait and see.
At this moment, a hand suddenly grabbed him by the front of his shirt.
The young man frowned and looked back. When he saw who it was, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. "Huh? Why are you here?"
The newcomer was a boy who looked to be around twelve or thirteen years old. He was at an awkward age, and his voice was sharp like a child's. He was wearing a large wizard robe that did not fit his body, giving off the impression that he was a child trying to steal adult clothes. When he saw the young man's face, a trace of joy flashed in his eyes. "I thought I was mistaken. It's really you, Fa-"
Before he could finish, he was interrupted by the young man with dark circles.
"Let's talk somewhere else." Then, he pulled the boy to the side where there were fewer people.
"Falca, why are you here?" the boy asked excitedly from a corner outside the shop.
"I'm the one who asked you that first, right?" The young man with dark circles was Falca from Silent Hill. He looked at Rocky curiously. "Why are you here alone? Where's your white rhinoceros? And where is Hermes? "
"There are so many people here, and a wizard just came by. I didn't summon the white rhinoceros to avoid trouble," Loki said as he looked toward the shop. "As for Hermes, who knows?"
Falca could clearly see that Loki's eyes were darting around. Perhaps Loki had sneaked out behind Hermes' back.
"Without Hermes, you won't have anyone to clean up your mess." Falca raised an eyebrow.
Loki's face fell. "That was three years ago. I rarely get into trouble now."
"Is that so?" Falca found it hard to believe. He had met Loki in the purification garden, and they were acquaintances. He would occasionally ask about Loki's whereabouts. According to some of the news, Loki was not as restrained as he said.
However, since it was their own business, Falca only teased them for a bit before dropping the topic.
"You're here for a play box as well?" Falca asked curiously.
Loki's eyes lit up and he nodded. "Yes. I heard that Whisper Witch was praising the play box, so I wanted to buy one."
"Is that so? In my memory, I don't think I've seen any art you like. Why are you here to buy a movie box? "Falca asked curiously.
Loki gave Falca a strange look. "You don't know?"
"What should I know?"
"You really don't know." Loki explained to Falca. "Actually, I was just curious. I wanted to see what kind of play box Whisper Witch slapped herself in the face. But after I came here, I found out that this play box was made by an — ahem, a hyperdimensional wizard. "
"A play box made by a hyperdimensional wizard?" Falca's eyes flashed with doubt. "I've heard that the hyperdimensional wizard taught us how to make a drama box in his alchemy class. But how can you be sure that this shop is selling a drama box made by him?"
As far as Falca was concerned, the box might have great artistic value, but it did not have any special effects. Angor was a student of the Research Department, so why did he have to make one himself? Was he short of money? But that couldn't be right. He didn't look like someone who was short of money. Even if he was, he wouldn't sell something like this.
"I didn't believe it at first either." Loki pointed at the two groups of people arguing at the door. "But when I learned who they are, I started to believe it."
Falca followed Loki's finger and looked at the two groups of people at the door. They were still arguing about the "right to buy", and it was getting more and more violent.
"Who are they?" Falca asked.
Loki didn't beat around the bush and replied directly, "Of these two groups of people, one of them is a pure art lover. They like to pursue all kinds of cutting-edge art. Now that they know that there is a drama box here that can make the Whisper Witch slap herself in the face, naturally they will act."
"As for the other group, I don't know if they really like art, but they're all students of Ashillia Comprehensive Academy. Some of them are top students from various alchemy departments."
"You're saying they're all alchemists?" Falca asked.
Loki nodded. "Yes."
Falca finally understood. Only a master's work could attract these alchemists from Ashillia's laboratory just for a play box.
"But that still doesn't mean it's made by a hyperdimensional wizard."
Loki continued, "What if I tell you that more than twenty wizards came to Breeze in the past two days to buy a play box? There's even an Observer from Starliege Church, Mister Hydra, among them. "
Loki paused for a second and continued, "Not only that, but Master Potion Maker and Master Moonsilver also came here to buy a play box."
Falca was surprised. Master Potion Maker Mithra and Master Moonsilver Kusilo were both Master Alchemists! And they were all members of the R&D department. If even they came to buy a play box, it meant they approved of the play box.
To be able to obtain their affirmation, the creator of the drama box was already on the verge of being revealed.
While Falca was still in shock, Loki suddenly pointed at the distance. "Look, that's …"
Falca looked at the direction Loki was pointing at.
A figure suddenly appeared on the Sunset Avenue, which was illuminated by the rosy glow of the sunset. Taking a closer look, it was a short and fat … mushroom!
To be more precise, it was a mushroom man less than a meter tall.
The mushroom man had a mushroom cap with green spots on its head. Its face grew together with its roots, and one could see its bean-sized facial features. Its limbs were also short and stout, and its feet were so short that it gave one the illusion that its "crotch" was in close contact with the "ground".
However, despite its short legs, the mushroom man was very fast.
That was because it was hopping around.
The mushroom cap acted like a pair of wings that cushioned its movement and controlled its direction. At the same time, it sprinkled its mycelium on the ground, creating a red carpet of fluorescent mushrooms on the ground.
The Mushroom Man bounced to the entrance of the Breeze Magic Material Shop. When it appeared, the two groups of people who were arguing didn't dare to open their mouths. The atmosphere was very quiet.
The mushroom man ignored the crowd and went straight into the shop. Soon, it came out with a small box in its hands and hopped away under the envious gazes of the crowd.
"That's … the messenger of the Mushroom Witch." Falca said after the mushroom man left.
Loki nodded. "Yes. It means the third member of the R&D department is here to buy a play box."
Regina the Mushroom Witch was also a member of the R&D department, just like Mithra and Kusilo.
Now that she was here, Falca had no choice but to believe that Angor really was the one who made all the drama boxes sold by Breeze.
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