A figure flew across the boundless night sky and landed on a thin cloud.
Below him were the lights of a bustling city.
Even though he was hundreds of meters above the ground, he could still smell the string music and the fragrance of the wind.
"Saint Sem City is indeed the famous city of art." The artistic atmosphere could be said to have soared to the sky.
The figure looked down and sighed. He looked around and finally fixed his eyes on the only dark street in the city.
The black shadow swooped down and landed silently in an empty and dark alley.
Following the sound of footsteps, the figure walked out of the alley. There was a pile of burned wood at the end of the road. Using the light from the fire, Angor could clearly see the figure's face.
Red-haired, golden-eyed, lazy, handsome.
It was Angor after using Polymorph.
He looked around and found himself on a long street that was scorched by fire.
It was a complete mess. Not only were there burned wood at the end of the road, but the houses on both sides of the street also had reignited flames, as well as all kinds of broken and charred objects. Even the air was filled with dazzling sparks.
The whole street was filled with a pungent smell.
A brick house on the left was relatively well-preserved. Angor could see several burned words on the street sign on the wall that was stained with soot: 1-349 Cypress Street West.
This was Cypress Street, which was right next to the palace of the Silver Heron Royal Family. It used to be an art gallery, but now it was a ruin.
Angor sighed slightly and walked to the fire not far away.
The fire happened to be in the middle of the street. Angor looked carefully and saw that it was a pile of unburned grease wood.
Angor crouched down and slowly reached out his hand, trying to feel the burning fire.
"Young man, don't do anything stupid!" An anxious voice suddenly came from behind.
Angor shook off the fire on his hand, stood up, and looked back.
A plump, middle-aged woman wearing a fireproof cloth hurried to them while urging them to leave the fire as soon as possible.
"Young man, you must think positively. Even if the house is burned down, as long as the people are fine, everything can be restarted." The middle-aged woman was obviously well-educated. Although the ugly black fireproof cloth covered her clothes, from her obviously styled hairstyle, it could be seen that she came from a relatively wealthy family.
However, the face under the beautiful curly hair was now covered in black ash, probably stained by the floating dust on Cypress Street.
The woman was surprised to see Angor's face. His young and handsome face, coupled with the obviously expensive gentleman's suit, did not look like someone who would commit suicide just because his house was burned down.
Moreover, there was a polite smile on his lips, and he was dressed in the standard aristocratic attire, which did not match the surrounding ruins of Mars.
"You … Let me think. Did you burn some of your favorite paintings? Is that why you took things too hard? " The middle-aged woman seemed to think that her guess might be close to the truth. She immediately said, "You were influenced by that young man yesterday, right? Ugh, that young man is such an idiot. How can a painting be more important than a human life? He just had to rush into the fire and almost got himself burned. "
"The younger generation these days are all possessed. Everyone is chasing the trend, and they see art as their life. "
"Actually, you're going the wrong way."
"Oh, why did I go astray?" It was Angor who spoke. He thought the woman was being kind, so he stayed to explain to her to avoid any misunderstandings. However, what she said after the misunderstanding piqued Angor's interest.
"Come here first, and I'll tell you. This fire is not normal. It's very strange. Even water cannot put it out. Stay away from the fire. "
"I think you misunderstood, ma 'am. I'm not going to commit suicide. I'm just looking around." Angor walked around the fire and stood where the flames could not reach.
"What's there to look around here?"
Angor smiled but did not answer.
The woman knew that Angor did not want to answer, but she gave up. As long as he was not suicidal, nothing else mattered.
"Even if you want to look around, don't get too close to the fire. Besides, it keeps reigniting here. If there's anything here, it's probably destroyed already. "
From her words, Angor realized that she was imagining something else. Did she think he was a looter?
"Why are you here in the middle of the night, ma 'am?" Angor asked.
"You're asking me? I'm going to Cypress Lake to check on the fish. I used to feed them every night, but I couldn't do it these two days because of the fire. Now that the fire is almost out, I want to check it out. " She did not hide her itinerary at all and quickly explained the situation. She also shook the leather pouch in her hand, which was full of bread crumbs.
Cypress Lake. Angor remembered that Cypress Lake was not far from Silver Heron Palace. He was going to visit Silver Heron Palace anyway, so he said, "I'm going there too. If you don't mind, ma 'am, let's go together. I also want to know what you mean by 'going the wrong way', ma 'am. "
"Of course." The woman smiled.
On their way to Cypress Lake, Angor learned that the woman's name was Cornelia. She was also a resident of Cypress Street and had a son. However, her son was obsessed with art and almost gave up his life for it.
"When I said that they've gone astray, it was actually because I saw it from my son."
"Do you know why my son is obsessed with art?"
"Because he loves it?" Angor guessed.
Cornelia shook her head. "I hope he loves it, but he doesn't. He doesn't really love art. He's obsessed with it because of his environment. "
Cornelly sighed. Looking at the night scenery of Saint Sem City in the distance, she said softly, "The Central Empire is also known as the Kingdom of Art. Saint Sem City is the center of this Kingdom of Art. Naturally, it's called the Capital of Art. There's a strong artistic atmosphere here. Most people grew up around art, such as oil paintings, music, plays, sculptures, architecture … "
Cornelia might be rich now, but she did not come from a good family. She used to be a farmer's wife who only knew poor peasants. Her son naturally did not pursue art. However, when her son went to school, his classmates talked about art every day. In order to fit in with them, her son began to study art.
As a mother, Cornelia knew her son too well. She knew that her son did not like art at all. His obsession with art was actually because he was obsessed with it. He brainwashed himself in such a strong artistic atmosphere.
There were many examples like this in Saint Sem City.
The result of art was naturally elegant, but the process of achieving art itself was dull and boring. How could everyone have the patience to love art? It was simply because of the environment.
In a society where conformity was the rule, if you did not follow the crowd, you would be abandoned and ostracized.
Cornelia did not care about this before. Until her son almost gave up his life for art, she began to pay attention to it.
"In the beginning, Queen Rowling advocated art because she went through a terrible war. After the war, most people were immersed in the pain of 'loss'. She wanted to use art to reignite the people's hope.
"She probably did not expect that art in Saint Sem City would eventually change. Art for art's sake is not art. "
They arrived at Cypress Lake when Lady Cornelia finished her words.
The sparkling surface of the lake not far away looked cool and pleasant under the starry sky.
"Young man, I'm here. I'm going to feed the fishes. Remember, don't get close to the fire. And don't be like my son who sacrificed himself for art. That's a fool's behavior. "
Lady Cornelia waved at Angor and walked to the lake with a bag of food.
Angor looked at Cornelia's slightly bloated and ugly back and chuckled. Compared to most people in this city, Cornelia, who was born as a farmer, lived a better life.
Because of people like Cornelia …
"That's why I like humans."
Angor turned around with a smile and walked toward the palace of the Silver Heron Palace.
Walking with Cornelia and listening to the values of a common person was just a small interlude. Still, it occupied some of Angor's memories. If he wanted to write a wizard's travel book in the future, perhaps he would include her story when he reached the City of Art.
With that aside, he reached out his left hand and slowly unclenched his fist. Sparks flew out of his fist.
The spark rose into the air and turned into a small flame in front of Angor.
"So it contains some special fire energy," Angor said. "It's very faint, but I can still feel Dankros's scent."
Angor looked at the flame and pondered. It was just a small spark, but it was still warm enough. If it really burned, it would only be slightly hotter than Korokro's flame.
Also, the special energy contained in the flame was not mixed. It was quite pure and could be used to refine many magic ores that required pure fire. Without a doubt, Fritz would like Dankros.
"I've never seen Dankros use his full power before. Not bad," Angor mumbled and extinguished the floating flame with his hand.
Without hesitation, he strode into the palace.
The reason he flew to Saint Sem City was to bring Dankros back. Dankros was currently inside the palace of the Silver Heron Palace.
The guards and knights on the way did not seem to notice Angor at all. They allowed him to enter the palace as if there was no one there.
After passing through a series of beautifully designed palaces, he arrived at a tall wall.
He sensed that Dankros was hiding in a corner behind the wall.
There was no visible door on the wall. To enter, one had to find a hidden passage by injecting mana into it, or fly over it.
Ordinary people could not do that.
The palace of the Silver Heron Palace was located inside the wall.
Angor did not choose to fly over since he was already standing in front of the hidden passage. There was no need to waste energy if he could walk inside.
As soon as his body touched the wall, the flawless surface suddenly rippled like water and swallowed him up.
When Angor reappeared, he was already inside the wall.
A beautiful middle-aged woman wearing a light-red robe was standing in front of him.
"Neya," Angor called out her name.
"Mister Padt." Neya hurriedly bowed to him. She came here as soon as she sensed a strange energy entering the wall. She thought it was an intruder, but it turned out to be Angor.
"No need to be so polite. I'm here to take Dankros away," Angor said.
Neya's face flashed with embarrassment. When she came back, she learned that Druid had sent a letter to Freud about Dankros burning down Cypress Street. She realized that Drew must have told Angor this because he was afraid of Dankros and hoped that Angor could take him away as soon as possible.
Neya was a little afraid of Dankros' fire, but she did not want Angor to take Dankros away like this.
Besides, she did not want to offend Angor.
"Dankros is living a fulfilling life here. He's been studying pottery recently. Can you let him stay for a while, mister?" Neya asked in a dry voice.
"Nah. I saw what happened to Cypress Street. It's terrible."
Neya said, "It's okay. Cypress Street can be rebuilt. No one died."
"I'm afraid it'll burn down half of Saint Sem City if it stays here without anyone to stop it."
"Let's go. Since you're already here, I'll let you lead the way."
Neya sighed in her mind and nodded. "Please follow me, mister."
Soon, Angor saw Dankros rolling on the ground in a backyard that was covered with rubies.
Dangros closed his eyes and flipped his hand over the pure ruby. He had a look of enjoyment on his face. Beside him was an old apprentice in a fiery red robe. He sat on a stone stool and flipped through a handwritten letter. From time to time, he would lightly point a red quill in Dankros' direction, and some fiery red liquid would splash over.
Dankros did not dodge and allowed the liquid to soak into his skin. Then, he continued to roll around on the gemstone. As he enjoyed it, he moaned like an addict.
This scene was truly unsightly. Neya couldn't help but cough twice, unable to keep her face straight.
"Ahem."
The old apprentice raised his head in confusion. When he saw Neya and the man behind her, he immediately stood up with a start.
"M-Mister …" The old apprentice lowered his head and spoke in a trembling voice.
"Is that Fritz?" Angor asked because he saw the title of the book in the old apprentice's hand — Boiling Red Water.
The reason why Cypress Street was burned down was because Fritz wanted to refine a material for the boiling blood red water, but there was an accident.
Neya nodded. "Yes. I locked Fritz up, but Dankros came to beg for his life this morning, so I let him out. But I ordered him to stay with Dankros. "
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