Angor looked outside in confusion. This was the first time he heard such a loud horn since he came to Moonwater City. Could it be that there was an emergency?
The owner of the bookstore walked to the window and stroked his well-groomed mustache. He squinted his eyes and looked at Vichy Harbor. "Oh? Merchant ships from other continents have arrived. Heh. Looks like the sea route to Whalebone Sea is completely unfrozen. It'll be fun when the ships finish unloading their goods. "
With that, the owner ordered his workers to guard Vichy Harbor. He was not the only bookstore in the city. If he wanted to get more exquisite goods, he would have to rely on his own ability.
"The sea route to Whalebone Sea is open? Then … ships from Fey Continent are coming? Or they're already here. "Angor looked into the distance in silence. He felt both hopeful and sad at the same time.
After a while, Angor put a smile on his face again. He put away his unnecessary thoughts and began to read the books in the boxes.
Angor raised an eyebrow when he saw that most of the books in the three boxes were rare leather books. The quality of the paper used was obviously poor. However, most rare leather books were kept in noble families, so it was normal for people to use inferior paper.
The shop owner wrapped all the books tightly. Just as he said, there was no need to worry about mold spots. Seeing that it was still early, Angor decided to sit down and read the books one by one.
The Sands of Time were still dripping. When the clouds above the sea were dyed red, the gray seagulls returned to the reef, and dusk covered the entire Moonwater City. Angor stood up and patted the dust off his trousers. He pointed at a wooden box and said to the owner, "Please deliver the books in this box to the Crown of Glory of the Bounty Guild."
The most luxurious inn on the north bank was none other than the Crown of Glory. Of course, the owner had heard of it. He quickly asked his workers to carry the box and follow Angor.
Books were expensive to begin with. Angor bought so many of them this time. He spent a total of 30 gold coins, which was almost equivalent to ten years of income for a family of four. Angor felt the pinch. However, when he thought about how books were equivalent to knowledge, and knowledge could be turned into money, he felt relieved. But he also knew that this was just an excuse to comfort himself.
Along the way, Angor could feel the excitement of the people around him. Everyone looked happy. The opening of the Whalebone Sea was a good omen for this year's shipping.
When he returned to the inn, the sun had just completely set at the end of the sea. There was still a wisp of redness on the coastline, but Moonsea City had already fallen into the curtain of night.
Before he could enter, he saw Mara, Alan, and Mara walking toward him from the opposite room.
"I've just received news that the freighter from the Fey Continent has arrived at the Seaside Gorge and will arrive at Vichy Harbor tomorrow morning. Pack your things tonight and we'll board the ship at noon tomorrow." Mara glanced at the bookstore clerk and the box of books. "You're well prepared. It's not a bad idea to buy some books. We'll be staying on the ship for nearly half a year. Reading books on the way can kill time. "
After saying that, Mo Luo turned to his two grandsons and said, "You two should also go back and pack your luggage. From tomorrow onwards, you will have to bid farewell to your comfortable life."
The bright moonlight gently comforted Moonsea City, which was gradually quieting down. Angor stood in front of the balcony and looked to the south. His mind was full of thoughts. In the end, he could only shake his head and bid farewell to his worry-free past.
Night birds flew across the sky. After a busy day, Vichy Harbor finally quieted down after midnight.
The quiet port was pitch black. Only a few oil lamps that were about to burn out were hanging on a few wooden pillars.
At this time, from a small boat in the corner, a dark shadow suddenly dashed through the dim light. With the help of the flickering light, Angor could see that it was a man in black who was covered from head to toe.
The man in black ran quickly and soon left Vichy Harbor. He walked along the path without any light. With the moonlight, Angor could see a pair of shining green eyes. Apart from that, there was nothing else special about him.
The man in black was like a lone wolf running in the night. He was silent and untainted, yet he had the speed of a cheetah.
When the man in black reached the central street of Moonsea City, he suddenly let out a "huh?" and stopped running.
The soft "huh" had a pleasant frequency. It was a woman's voice.
"Strange. Why did I sense the presence of a phantom? Did Goman King make a deal with Brute Cavern? " The woman in black was terrified. If the phantom really came, she would not be able to escape. "Damn it. It's just a stupid hat, and he chased me for two years! Is there something else about that crown other than the symbol of royal power? "
The woman in black did not dare to think too much. She looked in the direction of the phantom, shivered, and ran away without looking back.
She was looking at the direction of the Bounty Guild.
Under the soft moonlight, Angor closed his eyes in his dream. His hands were scratching his back uncontrollably, and his face was filled with pain.
No one saw it, but a glowing green pattern slowly spread out from a small spot near Angor's shoulder blade like a vine, bit by bit.
Angor was woken up by Moore's knocking on his door.
Feeling a little tired, Angor opened the door and saw Mara in his black robe, as well as Alan and Alina, who were already dressed up.
Angor was surprised. Why are they up so early?
Aleen's answer answered his question. "Mister Padt, we already had lunch. Why aren't you up yet?"
Have you had lunch? Angor's mind went blank. If he remembered correctly, Mara said that he would board the ship at noon today.
Angor felt a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat and said, "I'm sorry. It took me a while to pack my things. I'll be right back."
Angor closed the door without waiting for them to respond.
Mara looked at the closed door and did not say anything. Aleen, who was still confused, and Alan, who did not seem to care, went downstairs.
Angor looked at the busy scene outside and realized that he really overslept. He did not have time to think about it and quickly went to clean his face.
When he put on his clothes and asked the waiter to carry his luggage away, he began to wonder.
He slept at a normal time yesterday. Why was he not woken up until the sun was high up in the sky? For someone like Angor who always valued time, this was the first time something like this happened.
Angor thought about it for a long time. He only had a vague feeling that he did not sleep well last night. He felt itchy on his back, as if ants were crawling in his veins under his skin. The itch was grinding, and there was an indescribable burning pain.
Could it be that this had something to do with him sleeping for a long time?
Angor scratched his back out of instinct. He did not feel anything wrong at all.
Was it an illusion?
Angor did not come up with an answer even when he met up with Mara and the others. He had to give up and attribute it to mental fatigue.
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