Angor gave Fritz a meaningful look. He was quite interested in this man's research.
Instead of talking to Fritz right away, he walked to Dankros' side.
Dankros was still lost in his own world. He didn't react to Angor's approach.
Angor looked at Dankros' face and muttered to himself, "Don't tell me it's something really addictive."
Angor summoned a light-green Hand of Spell and picked Dankros up from the ground.
Because Dangros' body was stained with the fiery red liquid, when the Hand of Magic touched Dangros, it naturally came into contact with the liquid.
Angor's Hand of Spell was more sensitive to energy than Angor's own hand. And the red liquid happened to contain some kind of energy.
"This is … Quenching Liquid," Angor muttered as he sensed the burning sensation coming from the Hand of Spell.
Fritz, who was bowing beside Angor, spoke in a slightly trembling voice, "Y-yes, Sir. Dankros likes Quenching Liquid, so I-I applied it on him. "
Quenching Liquid was a special type of accelerant that only apprentice alchemists would carry with them. Apprentice alchemists were not as good at controlling the temperature of flames as real alchemists, so they had to rely on Quenching Liquid.
"Sir, is the quenching liquid bad for Dankros? I … I …" Fritz asked worriedly.
Angor carefully observed Dankros' body.
Quenching Liquid would only increase the temperature of flames. Dankros was a fire creature, so Quenching Liquid shouldn't do any harm to him. At least, Angor didn't feel anything wrong with Dankros' body. The only difference was that Dankros' body temperature was a bit higher than usual. If Dankros placed the liquid on a piece of dead wood, he would be able to set the wood on fire even if he didn't do anything.
But this shouldn't affect anything, right?
"So Dankros asked Neya to let you out just so you could apply Quenching Liquid on him?"
"Yes." Fritz nodded.
"Then it should be fine." Angor considered for a moment.
Dankros might lose his mind from time to time, but he wasn't an idiot. Since Dankros asked Fritz for help, the Quenching Liquid probably wouldn't do anything to him.
Angor shook his head and sighed as he looked at the "intoxicated" Dankros.
Angor didn't bother to wake Dankros up. Instead, he looked at Fritz, who seemed a bit nervous.
"I heard from Drew that Dankros burned more than half of the palace and Cypress Street. Tell me about it, I want to know the details. "
Fritz naturally didn't dare to refuse, and explained the situation in detail.
…
Half an hour later, Angor left the garden, which was surrounded by a tall wall. Angor's hand was holding a thin scroll.
What was recorded on the leather scroll was the formula of "Boiling Blood Red Water".
"Fritz's potion" Angor's's's's's.. Fritz.. is it useful? "
"I don't"...
Neya choked. She saw Angor reading Fritz's notebook and asking for the potion formula. She thought it would be useful. But Angor just said he didn't know?
Angor chuckled when he saw Neya's embarrassed expression. "I don't know if it's useful or not. But compared to the other potions in Fritz's notebook, this one has a higher chance of success."
He didn't ask for the potion formula because he didn't want it. He just didn't want to refuse.
After talking about Dankros, Fritz took the initiative to ask Angor about alchemy. Angor could see Fritz's obsession with alchemy, so he nodded.
Next, Fritz handed Angor his notebook to him, hoping to get some advice.
Angor flipped through the book. It was full of Fritz's own potion formulas. Angor thought some of them were bold, but they couldn't be used in practice. This was a common mistake for those who didn't study the essence of alchemy.
When Angor put down the notebook, he saw Fritz's proud, reserved, and hopeful look. He remained silent for two seconds.
Fritz's last hobby in life was Apothecary, so Angor didn't want to discourage him.
Angor didn't want to lie, so he began to talk about the "Boiling Blood Water" and gave his own suggestions. At least some of the potion ideas were correct, and there was a chance of success. Also, Angor agreed with Fritz's idea of creating a solid solution.
After praising the "Boiling Blood Red Water" for a bit, Fritz felt that his talent was confirmed, so he happily handed the scroll to Angor.
Angor looked at Fritz's earnest expression and decided to accept the gift.
Before leaving, Angor asked Fritz to go to the wizard market and buy Potion Framework to read. Angor wondered if Fritz would listen to him in the end.
As far as Angor knew, Fritz was a talented alchemist. He just didn't have enough opportunities. If Fritz could learn something from the basics, he might be able to use the "Boiling Blood Water" to turn things around. Of course, that was the best case scenario.
Neya recalled the conversation between Angor and Fritz and quickly understood what was going on.
"My lord is as gentle as Freud said." Neya whispered.
Angor raised an eyebrow but didn't comment.
Not long after leaving the wall, Angor saw a group of guards wearing fireproof cloths running toward the east.
"I think there's a fire in the palace over there. Ugh, it's been a bit dry these days. Can't do anything about it. "
Angor stopped and looked at the clear night sky. "Is the air dry? Why do I feel like it's moist? Maybe it's going to rain soon. "
Neya looked at the sky and then back at Angor. The air was so dry that her lips were about to peel off. How could this be called moist?
Angor stopped walking. "That's all for now. I'll take Dangros with me."
With that, Angor chuckled and leaped into the air, disappearing into the night sky.
Neya lowered her head and saw Angor off.
When Angor was out of sight, Neya looked up at the clear night sky and muttered to herself, "How can it rain in this weather?"
She shook her head and walked toward the wall. However, she only took a few steps before she noticed that the sky was getting darker. The shadows on the ground that were illuminated by the moonlight were slowly disappearing.
She looked up in confusion. She didn't know when, but the clear night sky had disappeared. Layers of dark clouds covered the moon and the stars. The dark clouds were constantly surging, as if there was a huge blower blowing crazily inside.
Several seconds later, Neya felt a slight weight on her head while the guards around her cheered in joy. Her hair became a little wet.
The long-awaited rain began to fall.
…
Several minutes later, Angor landed outside the Star Lake Castle.
The heavy rain created large ripples on the surface of the Star Lake.
Angor walked along the shore and entered the castle. When he entered the castle, the purification field around him automatically disappeared.
The first thing he saw was Freud, who came to greet him.
"You didn't stay in the underground cavern?"
Freud grinned. "We won't be going to the Catacombs for now."
Angor gave Freud a puzzled look before he looked around and saw something in a corner of the hall.
A little girl in a blood-red dress was floating above the dining table. Her dark brown hair was constantly growing longer … until it exceeded the little girl's height. The hair seemed to have a life of its own as it twisted and turned into a nimble hand. It directly knocked over the dessert in front of a maid at the dining table below.
The maid screamed and glared at the little girl. "I'm gonna get mad if you don't stop!"
"Fine, I'll see." The little girl didn't mind at all. She even taunted the maid.
"Damn you!" The maid stood up. "I asked the chef to make a cake for you, and you don't even appreciate it!"
"For me?" The little girl rolled her eyes. "You're the only one eating while I'm watching. You call that a celebration?"
A hint of awkwardness flashed across the maid's face. She hesitated for a moment and said, "Aren't you unable to eat? I, I'm eating on your behalf."
"I've never heard of such a thing before."
The maid said, "… No matter what, you shouldn't have spilled the cake. The chef had a hard time making it."
The little girl humphed and ignored the maid's protest. She kept controlling her hair to knock over the desserts on the table, which made the maid so angry that her eyes turned bloodshot.
"Did Sunny do it too?" Angor finally understood what Freud meant. "Sunny did it?"
The little girl floating above the table was Sunny.
Angor remembered that Sunny was still asleep when he left the underground cavern for Saint Sem City. It only took a few hours for her to come out.
Freud nodded. "She reached the final step just a moment ago. I was so nervous at that time. I was afraid that Sunny would fall, but fortunately, Sunny pulled through. "
Now that Sunny had mastered the soul trick, Freud had no reason to stay in the underground cavern.
"That's good news. Also, Sunny's quite good at controlling her soul energy."
While chatting with Freud, Angor and Freud walked into the hall. But even after they entered, the argument between the little girl and the maid at the table did not stop.
Freud walked to the maid and knocked on her head. "What are you waiting for? Come out."
The maid pouted and groaned. Then, she fainted and fell to the ground. As the maid fainted, a cute little soul emerged from the top of the maid's head. This soul was Yada.
Freud asked a knight to take the maid back to his room and led the two kids to a sofa nearby.
"It's Sunny's fault. Why did you ask me to come out instead of blaming her? It took me so long to find someone who's willing to let me possess her. You're being unfair, Mister Dissen."
Freud pretended that he didn't hear anything. Sunny giggled. "You're the only one who can eat now."
Freud praised Sunny in his mind, but he didn't show it on his face. "All of you, stay here for now, especially Sunny. You've just learned the soul trick and need some time to settle down. Also, don't bully Alda again. If I see you doing that again, I'll make you perform in the square with Frafaele for half a month! "
Freud walked to the window and saw Angor standing in front of the window, looking at the rain outside.
"Mister, where's Dangros?"
He looked outside the window. "It'll be here soon."
As soon as he said those words, the door was pushed open with a loud bang.
A wet, broken hand with pale palms showed up at the door. It shivered as soon as it came in.
"Dangros?" Freud looked at the man in surprise. "Why are you outside?"
Dankros wobbled as he walked in. From time to time, he would tremble and disperse the water vapor on his body.
"I … I don't know how I ended up in the flower bed outside. Am I not in the Garden of Rubies? "Dangros's voice was puzzled.
"Who knows? You walked back on your own, didn't you?"
Freud looked at Dankros and then back at Angor. He didn't know what was going on.
Dangros whispered, "I walked back on my own?"
Angor nodded. "I think so. Why else would you be here? You don't remember anything? "
Dankros muttered to himself, "Is that so? I remember I was in the Ruby Garden, enjoying the Quenching Liquid. What happened after that … I don't remember. "
"You probably got bored of Saint Sem City, so you came back, right?" Angor found an excuse for Dangros.
Dangros was stunned for a moment before he nodded subconsciously. "I'm indeed a little annoyed. I kind of want to …"
"Like what?" Freud was confused.
Dangros quickly stopped himself. "Nothing. Mister Padt was right. There's nothing fun in Saint Sem City apart from the Quenching Liquid, so I came back on my own. But I didn't expect it to rain. I hate rain. "
Out of instinct, Dankros tried to move closer to Angor.
But before it could walk over, it was blocked by a Hand of Magic.
"I heard from Drew that you did something big in Saint Sem City."
Dankros looked up and saw Angor's serious expression.
"I-I … It's not my fault …"
Angor ignored Dangros' question. Instead, he asked the Hand of Spell to pick Dangros up and toss him into the fireplace. "You think you did nothing wrong? Reflect on what you've done here. "
Angor walked to the side and sat down.
"My Lord, Dangros is …"
"Don't mind him. Let him wake up first."
First, he tossed Dangros into a flower bed outside to soak it in the rain, and then he put the bird into the fireplace to wake it up. Fritz was more responsible for what happened in Saint Sem City, but Dangros was not entirely innocent. Angor only made such a decision because he wanted to teach Dangros a lesson.
Magoo should be able to understand his intentions, right?
n.
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