Angor opened his eyes and returned to the real world from the dream wasteland.
He didn't stay in the dream wasteland for more than 15 minutes. After making sure Leon was safe, he quickly returned to reality. The reason was —
"Knock, knock, knock." Crisp knocks sounded from outside the door.
Angor tapped the air with a finger, and the door several meters away opened on its own, revealing the figure of a hunchback.
It was Ananda standing at the door.
Although the door was opened, Ananda was still hesitant about whether or not she should step into the house. Only when she heard the voice saying, "Please come in," did Ananda lower her head and stagger into the house.
She was holding a tray, which contained a delicate silver teapot and matching cups, as well as a plate of green desserts.
"Mister Angor, this is Boogeyman Black Tea and some cold desserts." Ananda carefully placed the tray in front of Angor.
"Did Zslade tell you to bring these?"
Ananda shook her head. "No, sir, this is my …" Ananda suddenly didn't know what to say. She stuttered for a long time but couldn't say a word.
Angor chuckled. "So, these are your desserts. Oh, they taste good."
Ananda slowly relaxed a little. "Yes, they're my desserts. Thank you so much. "
"Thank you for telling me about the Potion of Austere Night, sir. It saved me from despair."
She prepared the desserts to repay Angor's kindness in teaching her a long time ago.
"So, you bought the Potion of Austere Night from Zslade and sacrificed your youth?"
"Yes." Ananda nodded.
"Was it worth it?" Angor tapped the glass table with his finger and stared at his old friend in silence.
"Yes." Ananda said without hesitation, "When I learned that there were Adepts in this world, I suddenly felt that my environment and my life were all so ordinary. It was as if there was a layer of fog that I could not dispel. I want to go above the fog and see what's there. "
"I know. Only by becoming a Magus will I have the right to see this world clearly."
Ananda was still stuttering at first. But perhaps because of the relaxed atmosphere, she began to speak more fluently.
"However, I have no talent. I thought that I would be stuck in a quagmire for the rest of my life, until Sir told me that I still had hope. As long as I can find the Potion of Austere Night, I can still step into this realm that I've always wanted. "
That was what motivated Ananda. She didn't want to give up, so she left Midnight Sovereign and wandered the Wasteland in search of opportunities. Finally, the tired Ananda found Zslade's antique shop.
Perhaps it was because of her persistence that fate led her to the antique shop, or perhaps the antique shop was calling out to her, allowing her to stumble her way to her destination.
In the end, she succeeded in becoming an Extraordinaire, even if she had to pay a high price.
"Now that you've taken the first step, have you seen what you want to see?"
"I saw a little." Ananda gently lowered her head. "However, I still want to see more."
Angor smiled, took a sip of tea, and finished the last bite of tea on his plate. "Then I wish you all the best."
Ananda bowed deeply, picked up the empty plate, and prepared to leave.
But when she reached the door, she turned around and asked hesitantly, "Sir, can I ask you a question?"
Angor nodded noncommittally.
"Is Hobbiton still living at Phantom Island?"
"Yes."
Ananda considered. "I have something I want to give Hobbiton. Is there any way I can get it to him?"
"I remember Zslade told me that Hobbiton came here often."
Ananda lowered her head with a bitter smile. "I … I don't want to see him with this face."
Angor looked at Ananda carefully. From their conversation, he could sense Ananda's strong desire to become an Extraordinaire. He thought that Ananda didn't really care about her appearance, but it seemed that she didn't completely care about it.
"I don't think Hobbiton cares about what you look like."
Ananda remained silent for a while. "But I do care." She hoped that Hobbiton would remember her as young as he used to be, not as old as she was now.
Angor didn't try to understand Ananda's complicated thoughts. "Phantom Island doesn't welcome outsiders. But if you trust me, I can give it to Hobbiton for you."
"I trust you, sir."
Ananda quickly took out the item she wanted to give to Hobbiton from her bag.
Angor thought Ananda would give Hobbiton something valuable, such as something she always carried around with her, or something with spiritual value.
However, what Ananda took out in the end were a few stones.
There were red runes engraved on the stones, and Angor could smell the scent of blood.
To him, the stones were just ordinary stones. But when he saw the red runes on them, he felt something strange.
They don't look like ordinary objects.
Angor took a closer look. The red runes on the stones weren't written in any language he knew. They weren't runes either. Instead, they looked like the lines of a great consciousness.
"Is this a tribute?" Angor suddenly realized something.
"Yes." Ananda nodded.
The so-called tribute was actually a kind of ritual medium.
He didn't know much about ritualism because it wasn't popular in the southern wizardry region. The Supreme Cult didn't try to stop the study of ritualism, but there were still very few people in the southern wizardry region who knew about it.
He only knew that the study of ritual studies was as extensive as alchemy.
The stone in front of him smelled like blood, which meant it hadn't been made for long. "You made this?" Angor looked at Ananda in confusion.
Ananda nodded: "Yes, this is a round stone ritual tribute. As long as it is arranged neatly around the body and consumes a quarter of the magic crystal, the ritual can be activated. Its function is to allow people to focus their attention, and at the same time, to focus their attention … "
Hobbiton was a restless man, and that was one of Goode's biggest headaches. Ananda's tribute was meant to solve Hobbiton's problem.
"You know ritual studies?" Angor asked curiously.
"Just a little. I only know a little bit about ritual studies, and a small part of the Prayer Ritual. The store manager taught me. "
"I'll give it to Hobbiton," he said as he accepted the stone. "I'll give it to Hobbiton."
"My Lord, can you not tell him that this stone is from me?" Ananda hesitated for a moment before asking.
Angor gave her a thoughtful look and nodded. "Sure."
"Thank you, sir." Ananda bowed to Angor and slowly left the room.
Angor rubbed the stone in his hand and grinned. What an interesting pair. Hobbiton gave Ananda potions, and Ananda gave Hobbiton a tribute.
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