[If you are willing to sacrifice your life for a single rose. You must be out of your mind.] […]
When Angor saw the words on the wall, he knew they had arrived at Zslade's antique shop.
There were all kinds of glass cabinets in the shop, which contained all kinds of rare treasures. The intertwining of gold and silver, the transition between fantasy and machinery, as well as historical stone slabs and old ancient scrolls.
As always, the shop looked magnificent and … the same opening line.
"Anyone who can walk in must have something in mind. Dear esteemed guest, would you like to trade your lifespan or your soul … "Zslyde, who gave himself a big name, walked to the front desk elegantly, but before he could speak, he paused."!!! "
"Why is it you guys again!" Zstryder cried out.
Zslade felt his old face burning. This was the second time he failed to act cool this year. The first time was because of Sunders and Angor.
Why did he come out from the back just now? Why didn't he check with his spirit power?
Zslade awkwardly called out, then laughed awkwardly.
"Ahem. Sit here." Zslade pressed a button on the side. The sound of gears and chains came from the ground. Soon, the floor cracked open, and several sofas and small tables rose from below.
After everyone sat down, two mechanical golems held hands and flew in from the side door with tea in their hands. They looked very cheerful, and even faint laughter could be heard in the air.
"Tell Ananda to prepare dinner for our guest."
The two puppets nodded, put down the tea, and left through the side door again.
Angor watched the two puppets disappear in silence. Last time, there was only one puppet. Now, there was another one.
"Is this the other son of the woman who traded with us?"
"Yes." Zslider nodded. "I have to say, that guest's bloodline and luck are pretty good. The twins she gave birth to have special souls."
"Selling her son for her own fortune? If that's how luck works, then it's a real tragedy," Angor said in a plain tone.
Zslider smiled and did not say anything. He was a person who adhered to the principle of equivalent exchange the most. Since the customer was willing to pay the price, there was no harm in giving the customer temporary happiness. Moreover, if those two children stayed by their mother's side, it might be the saddest thing.
"Lord Phantom, and … the Hyperdimensional Wizard. May I know why you're here today? " When Zslade mentioned the "super dimensional wizards," he paused for a moment. At the same time, a complicated emotion flashed in his eyes. Last time, Angor was still an apprentice. Now, not only had he become a wizard, but he had also created a new spell. He was not far from becoming a truth-finder.
Furthermore, he had joined the Research and Development Institute.
Zslade had been in the wizarding world for hundreds of years. He couldn't help but speak in a more serious tone.
And this was only the change within a year. The contrast between before and after caused Zslade to lose his composure. However, he had stayed in the mortal world for many years, and his experience in dealing with all kinds of strange customers had greatly improved his state of mind. Therefore, he quickly restrained the turbulence in his heart.
"I have something to ask you," said Sunders.
Zslider asked, "Is there something you want to know, Mister Phantom?"
Sunders shook his head. "I want to know what you think about the balance of energy?"
Zslade's current goal was to pursue absolute balance, not only in trading. He also pursued balance in everything, including interpersonal relationships.
Sunders wanted to use Zslade's opinion on the balance of energy to figure out the energy structure of the dream wasteland.
Zslade didn't expect Sunders to ask such a research question. Didn't Mister Phantom hate academics like Mister Wallace the most? Why did he suddenly want to do research? Was it because of Angor's influence?
Zslade didn't say it out loud, but Sunders already knew what was on the man's mind. "Even if you're a real fighter, you still need to study what you need to do."
"Be that as it may, studying the balance of energy isn't something that can be used by a real fighter," Zslade muttered. Zslider muttered in a low voice. He quickly adjusted his expression and explained his views on energy balance in detail.
Zslade didn't hide anything from Sunders. First of all, there was no need to hide their relationship, and second of all, the information wasn't really a secret anyway. With Sunders' ability, he could get it from other sources even if Zslade didn't want to.
Besides, they were "exchanging knowledge", not just "teaching". Since they were exchanging knowledge, they could effectively complement each other's knowledge. This would also help Zslade's own knowledge. Why not?
Angor sat aside and learned a lot just by listening to the conversation between the two veteran wizards.
Time passed slowly, and in the blink of an eye, it was night.
Greya entered the antique shop with Azaz in tow. Zslade wasn't surprised since he already knew Greya was coming.
"It's about time. Let's stop here for now. Ananda's banquet should be ready soon. Shall we continue after the banquet? "
Sunders nodded nonchalantly.
Under the guidance of the mechanical puppets, they arrived at the dining hall.
The air was filled with the fragrance of roses. Bright candles decorated the dining hall in a dreamy manner. The mechanical puppets rushed to a cabinet on the side and opened a music box.
Beautiful music flowed out of the box.
They each took their own seats in a comfortable environment. Not long after, an old woman came in with a dining cart.
Every time she went to a customer, she would place the food on the cart on the table. The old woman didn't dare to look at anyone in the eyes. She only smiled kindly when she saw the mechanical puppets.
Soon, she came to Angor's side. Still, she didn't look at Angor. Instead, she carefully placed the food on the table.
"Ananda," Angor called out to her.
The old woman was stunned for a moment and raised her head in confusion. When she saw Angor's face, she realized something.
"Long time no see."
The old woman looked at Angor with trembling hands and lips. In the end, she only muttered, "Sir." Then she moved on to the next person.
When Ananda left the restaurant with the trolley, Greya gave Angor a curious look.
"You know that woman?"
Angor nodded. "I met her in Midnight Sovereign. She's Hobbiton's childhood friend."
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