Angor placed the crumbs in front of the bird and thought the bird would enjoy them. However, the bird only gave him a disdainful glance.
Angor thought the bird did not want to eat the crumbs, so he gave it some fruits and jerky. The bird still turned its head away and refused to look at the crumbs.
"Is it thirsty?" The bird's head began to peck at the rice again.
"Haha, it is." Angor poured a cup of cold water and placed it in front of the bird without hesitation.
Then, he got a slap on the face.
The seabird stretched out its wings and flapped the cup away, falling into the boundless sea.
Then, something unexpected happened. The bird flew into his room, circled around the small room, and stopped in front of his teacup.
The teacup still contained the Morning Dew tea leaves that he had brewed earlier.
"Oh …" Angor realized that the bird was attracted by the morning dew.
What was the property of Morning Dew? Angor did not know before, but now he knew that Morning Dew was a magic plant. Since the bird was attracted by the plant, could it be a supernatural creature?
Angor thought that the bird might be the pet of a top-level supernatural. Only a wizard with unimaginable power could raise such a strange pet.
The bird flapped its wings and pointed at the teacup, then at Angor.
Angor understood and filled the teacup with warm water again. The tea that came from the ancient Huaxia Country of another world was about water and two teas. The taste of the second tea was mellower than the first. The seabird originally disliked the 'second-hand goods' in the teacup, but when it smelled the tea fragrance that filled the entire room, it instantly felt like it was floating in the air. It was so intoxicated that it continuously flapped its wings.
When the teacup was filled, the bird did not wait for the temperature to drop. It put its sharp beak into the teacup and slurped until the tea leaves at the bottom of the cup were revealed.
The bird was still not satisfied, so Angor filled the teacup again. Anyway, he still had a lot of this kind of tea. Besides, he had already finished this cup of tea. He originally wanted to throw away the rest of the tea leaves, but since the seabird wanted to drink it, it didn't matter if he did it later.
What Angor didn't expect was that the bird would eat all the tea dregs at the bottom of the cup after drinking several cups of tea, which saved him the time of taking out the trash.
"Why don't you just change it to 'Scavenger'?" Angor was speechless.
Seabird looked very satisfied after drinking the tea, and her eyes were curved into crescents. It didn't mind being "renamed" again. Instead, it nodded at Angor with a serious expression, as if expressing its gratitude for the tea. Next, right in front of Angor's eyes, it tilted its head and took out a small golden card from its sling bag, which it then placed in front of Angor.
Seeing that Angor did not respond, the bird pushed the card towards Angor.
"Huh? Is this for me?" Angor finally understood what the bird meant and picked up the thin golden card.
Seeing Angor picking up the card, the bird chirped softly, as if saying something. Before Angor could react, it dashed out of the window.
Angor looked outside. The blue sky and white clouds were still there. The bird was nowhere to be seen.
"Interesting. It knows how to repay kindness." Angor shook his head and chuckled. "My professor once said that a cup of water should be repaid with a spring. So this is a cup of water, and a card to repay kindness? "
Angor didn't pay attention to the disappearing bird. He looked at the card in his hand. It was a golden card. One side was blank, while the other side had a picture. The picture was the purple-haired lady on the bird's bib and sling bag.
Angor rubbed the picture with his fingers. It felt slightly protruding, as if it was carved onto the card.
There must be a reason for such exquisite craftsmanship on a thin card.
But Angor knew nothing about the picture. Even if the card had a deeper meaning, he couldn't understand it. He didn't want to waste his time thinking about things he couldn't figure out. He put the card into his pocket and continued his relaxing trip.
Accompanied by the rustling of the waves and the humming of the undercurrents, Angor took out a book and started reading.
The title of the book: Thoughts of the Ancients
He found this book in a bookstore in Moonwater City. Most of the plots were compiled by the author from various mythological materials collected from different places. In short, it was a mythological novel. But it contained the author's own opinions, so it was named Thoughts of the Ancients.
Angor only put the book down when the evening glow illuminated the horizon.
After reading it, Angor sighed in his mind. Instead of Thoughts of the Ancients, it was better to call it Death of the Ancients. All of the gods in the book ended up dead. Either to save humans, fight demons, or simply die of old age or illness. None of them had a good ending. It was hard to tell whether the myths from the ancient times were true or not. Perhaps the so-called gods were just powerful sorcerers.
Most mortals had unknown fears and unspoken resistance toward supernatural powers. "The fall of gods" might just be wizards leaving the Old Earth. But mortals had a strong imagination. Since they hadn't seen a supernatural for a long time, it was possible for them to make up stories about the fall of gods to make up stories.
Angor stretched himself and put down the book. He looked at the sky and decided to go to the cafeteria for lunch.
After living here for almost a month, Angor had a general understanding of The Redbud. There were several cafeterias on The Redbud. Almost every floor had one. Angor could tell the class of The Redbud from the decorations and the delicacies of the food.
The Redbud Cafeteria on the top floor was the most exquisite and luxurious. Only apprentices were allowed to go there. It was said that there was a formal wizard on the ship. But whether the rumor was true or not, Angor did not know.
There were dozens of talents like him on The Redbud. They were found by the guides of White Coral Floating Island Academy, Gravity Forest, and Tower of Hurricane in different continents. Talents like them were considered middle-class on The Redbud. The cafeteria they used was the White Lotus Cafeteria on the middle floor.
As for the sailors and servants, they ate in the Alfalfa Cafeteria on the lower floor.
Angor arrived at the White Lotus Cafeteria just in time for lunch. The place was crowded with people. At this time, everyone had lost their pride as talents. They took their plates and sat down obediently. Whatever the chef made, they would eat. It didn't matter if you were a noble or a rich man. Here, you were just a newbie who was about to become a wizard.
Newbies should act like newbies. Unnecessary pride could wait until you grew up.
Angor followed his teacher's teaching of the mean. He did not want to stand out. Like the others, he lowered his head and accepted the plate with grilled fish and bread from the chef respectfully. He picked up some lettuce and winter fruit slices from the fruit and vegetable section, added a plate of garlic and English scallop soup, and sat down near the window.
After eating grilled fish for half a month, Angor missed his teacher's Chinese food very much. He pulled a long face when he thought about how he would not be able to eat food that suited his taste for years to come.
"If I knew I'd have to live alone, I should've learned how to cook from my teacher." Angor sighed in his mind. He still paid attention to his manners.
The half-blocked wooden door creaked open and closed. Someone came in and someone came out. Angor could see the entrance of the cafeteria from where he was sitting. A young man wearing a silver-gray checkered lace shirt pushed open the door and walked in with slow steps. His arrogant footsteps made people feel uncomfortable.
Angor had been keeping a low profile since he got on the ship. In the cruel wizarding world, he did not have a big brother who spoiled him. He could only live a peaceful life by keeping a low profile.
During the month, apart from Alan and Aleen, he did not talk to anyone else. Even Aleen and the others were trying their best to expand their social circle. Angor, on the other hand, never talked to anyone else. His life was either studying or solving problems.
Even though he was a loner, Angor still recognized the man who looked like a sissy aristocrat. He must be quite famous on the ship.
Dove Silverheron, the third heir of the Silverheron Royal Family, the Central Empire of Land of Revelation.
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