Chapter 1845
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Angor spent the next two days studying the green patterns on his right hand, hoping to further enrich his knowledge.
He was certain that there were still several unfamiliar green patterns on his right hand. But this time, his research did not go as smoothly as before. The strange patterns were extremely complicated. Angor had already created a "server" in his mind space using his super brain, but it was still not easy for him to study them thoroughly.
After two days, Angor's research progress was no more than 2% of a single green pattern.
Angor recorded the progress in his notebook and paused his research. Although he was prepared for a long battle, he planned to research this kind of complicated green pattern last. He wanted to construct his own ability system first before thinking about anything else.
His right hand was the first part of his body to study. Apart from a few unfamiliar green patterns, he was almost done with them. Next, he turned his attention to his right forearm and began to observe it thoroughly.
Not long after he began his research, a series of banging noises drew his attention away.
It came from his pocket.
He took out a silver gear-shaped button from his pocket and placed it on his palm. The button was glowing with a faint light, and the sound came from the center of the button, as if someone was knocking on a door.
He rubbed the surface of the button, and a mini signal tower appeared in front of him.
He quickly checked the internal structure of the signal tower and noticed that he was being contacted by the public signal tower of Floating Mech City.
It was either Muse or Lawson.
"Is there news from the Germinal Organization?" Angor turned on the signal tower.
Angor's pupils shrank when he saw a face that made him widen his eyes in shock.
"Master Mithra?!" Angor couldn't help but sit up straight.
Sitting opposite him was an old man with orange hair. He was one of the members of the R&D department, Mithra the Potion Maker.
"What, are you surprised to see me?" As Mithra spoke, he twirled his beard, which was burnt during the experiment, with a grin on his face.
Angor nodded quickly. "Yes, I am."
"Is this your new look?" Mithra asked.
"Sort of. I'm going to lay low for a while."
Mithra's eyes flickered. He didn't continue the topic, but he already knew why Angor wanted to keep a low profile.
"How did Master Mithra know that the mini signal tower is here?"
"Of course it was Dean Muse who told me."
After a short pause, Mithra muttered to himself, "That guy just told me this morning that he gave you the signal tower. If he had told me earlier, I would've been able to ask you about the runes a few days ago when I was trying to overcome a certain alchemy obstacle."
"So, did Master Mithra overcome his alchemy problem?"
Mithra nodded and sighed. "It took me a lot of effort. In the end, I had to ask Kusiluo for help."
"I didn't help much, but feel free to contact me if you need my help in the future," Angor said in a serious tone.
The most respected wizard in Floating Mech City was Mithra. Mithra had given him a lot of help, so Angor was more than happy to help the old man in any way he could.
"Then I'll be bothering you more often from now on."
"Anytime."
Mithra stroked his beard and gave Angor a comforting look. "As expected, you're my favorite wizard in the research department."
Mithra chuckled and calmed down a little. "Let's get down to business. Do you know why I'm here?"
"Dean Muse?" Mithra told Angor that Mithra only found out about the mini signal tower from Muse this morning, so Angor assumed that Muse asked Mithra to contact him.
"Yes, he did ask me to look for you."
Angor quickly realized that Muse must have something to do with the Germinal Organization.
However, he was wrong this time.
"I'm here because the Falvens Family has sent word that Lydia has returned."
Angor didn't expect this. When he was still in Floating Mech City, he promised Greya that he would help her find Huston, so he asked Muse to ask about Lydia's whereabouts. Later, Muse contacted the Falvens Family through the signal tower, but Lydia wasn't there at the moment.
He had almost forgotten about it. Now that he heard about Lydia's return, he didn't expect to hear about it at all.
"Are you still going to contact Lydia? If you want, I can arrange a meeting for you. Of course, it will be through the signal tower. "Mithra asked.
Angor nodded. "Thank you."
Mithra waved a hand. "Alright. I'll contact her now and see when she has time to talk to you."
With that, Mithra cut off the connection.
After waiting for Mithra to cut off the connection, Angor extended his spirit feelers until he reached the small house by the lake at the center of the manor.
He saw Greya sitting on a sunchair, enjoying the sun while combing Toby's fur.
He didn't hide his spirit feelers, so Greya sensed his presence immediately. She raised her eyes lazily. "I heard from Butler Goode that you would be in seclusion for a while. You're done with your research in less than a week?"
"My research is still in its early stages. But I'm here to talk to you about something else."
"Yes?" Greya asked.
"Lydia is back at Falvens."
Greya stood up abruptly, which startled Toby quite a bit.
In the next second, Greya disappeared from the spot and reappeared inside Angor's study.
"Did Lydia reply?" Greya didn't even have time to change out of her thin sundress. She placed both hands on the desk and leaned toward Angor.
"Lydia hasn't replied yet, but …" Angor told Lydia what Mithra told him earlier.
"So you're saying Lydia will contact you through the signal tower?" Greya quickly realized what Angor was trying to say.
Angor nodded. "If I'm not mistaken."
"I see." Greya narrowed her eyes as she thought of something.
Before he could ask, a large amount of smoke appeared around Greya's body. When the smoke dissipated, Angor saw an enormous monster of flesh standing in front of him.
Greya's purple dress was stretched so tight that it looked like it was going to split open. Her face was covered in thick makeup. Her red lips and wavy hair were all showing how Greya used to be.
"What do you think?" "Is there anything wrong with this illusion?" Greya's voice became hoarse to match the illusion.
Greya had lost her physical body, and Polymorph was bound to her skin, so she could only use illusions to create this appearance.
Greya's basic illusions were quite good. At least, Angor didn't see anything wrong with them.
"Why did you use illusions?" Angor was a little confused.
"I'm here to talk to Lydia about Houston. Of course I have to pretend to be serious," Greya said matter-of-factly.
Dress up? That's what you call 'dress up'?
Angor really wanted to complain about Greya's obsession with her 'meat mountain' image … But before he could think about it, the signal tower rang again.
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