He glanced around and saw a man wearing a ridiculous white bear costume and holding a pitch-black cane. The man was mumbling to himself as he approached them from a small path.
Angor frowned a little when he saw who it was. Thank goodness I'm here in my real body. This guy shouldn't recognize me. But Angor soon noticed that the man wasn't ignoring him. Instead, the man was walking toward him with a joyful look.
White Bear held the cane in his hand and stood beside Angor with an honest smile.
"Fate has brought us together again." White Bear's chubby face was filled with joy.
Angor noticed his choice of words. "Again." Did this mean that White Bear had recognized him?
"Who are you? I don't know what you mean. "Angor looked at White Bear.
White Bear grinned. "Great! You're finally talking to me."
"I don't know you. You must have mistaken me for someone else." Angor remained polite.
"Of course not. I don't find people by sight. It's fate that guides me." White Bear bowed to Angor. "We had a lot of misunderstandings last time. I'm here to make friends with you."
"Last time? Which time? "
"When you fought against Blackjack. Trust me, I know you're … Baron Milk. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone who you are." White Bear lowered his voice when speaking "Baron Milk".
White Bear's words confirmed Angor's suspicion. White Bear really did recognize him. He had planned to leave, but after being recognized by the white bear, his interest was piqued. Why did the white bear keep using "fate" to communicate with him? He had even used "fate" to identify his true identity. So, was there really such a thing as "fate" in this world?
Angor didn't deny or admit his identity. He calmly observed White Bear's expression. "Fate's guide, huh? What did it tell you? "
White Bear scratched his head in embarrassment. "Fate told me that my life is full of troubles, and that I have to become a supernatural to escape from them. That's how fate guided me here. "
"Here?" Angor was not sure if "here" was referring to the place in front of him or Brute Cavern.
The white bear said, "I was born in the Goman Kingdom. Guided by fate, it took me 13 years to come here from the Goman Kingdom."
Thirteen years to reach Brute Cavern? He estimated that the white bear was no more than 30 years old. If that was the case, it was going to be a long journey, and there must be a lot of sad stories. But … why should he care about that?
"And then?"
White Bear thought Angor would at least say something or at least show a "disbelief" expression. However, Angor did not ask anything. He did not look curious at all.
"And then I'm free." White Bear chuckled. "I joined Brute Cavern, and I'm free."
My enemies won't dare to take another step forward, my family won't be implicated by me, and my friends won't die because of me.
Angor did not know what this had to do with him, but he was not Baron Milk, who was supposed to be cold and aloof. "That's great news."
White Bear noticed Angor's impatience and went straight to the point. "After I became a supernatural, fate guided me again. If I want to climb out of the swamp of darkness and go further on the path of becoming a supernatural and return to my true home, I need to meet someone …"
Angor did not mind the way White Bear phrased his words. "So that person is me?"
"I'm not sure. Fate's words are vague. I only saw a bird and a faint figure … your bird." White Bear gestured with his hands, pointing at the sky and Angor's shoulder.
Angor knew he was talking about Toby. Toby's symbol was too obvious, so Angor did not bring him with him. Although he was clear about this, White Bear's words still made him think of something else.
"I think the person fate is talking about is the owner of the bird," White Bear said.
Angor nodded. "I think so too."
White Bear: "Do you think so too? That's great, so are we friends now? "
Angor did not know why White Bear suddenly jumped to "friends". Did he skip something in the middle? Angor did not mind. He smiled. "Your story is interesting. But I'm sorry to tell you that Toby — oh, the bird that rejected your love, I'm not its master. I'm just a caretaker who looks after Toby on behalf of its master."
White Bear was surprised to see Angor's clear eyes. Was he really looking for the wrong person all this time?
"With all due respect, although I'm not the person you're looking for, I'd like to know how you recognized me." He always thought that no one would recognize him apart from wizards. However, reality always slapped him in the face. His identity was exposed one after another.
First, Saka used his soul to identify him. That was fine. But now, White Bear showed up. Unlike Saka, who was a level-2 apprentice, this one was a level-1 apprentice. How did White Bear recognize him?
White Bear was still immersed in the thought of 'mistaking him for someone else'. He subconsciously said, "It was fate that led us to meet again."
"Fate again." Angor chuckled. "If there really is a Goddess of Fate, she must be too busy to worry about you every day. It's fine if she's worried about something important, but she also has to worry about trivial things."
White Bear only realized what he just said after hearing Angor's sarcastic words.
He quickly waved his hands. "This fate is different from the one I told you about. Don't get me wrong."
"I didn't get you wrong. It really has nothing to do with me. If the person you're looking for is Toby's master, I can tell you that she's not in the wizarding world right now. "Angor felt that he had done enough for White Bear and prepared to leave.
White Bear continued, "The 'fate' that led me to this place is a mysterious world sequence. But it's not the 'fate' that led me to you. It's this — "White Bear pointed at the black cane in his hand.
"It's just a wooden cane."
"Yes, it is. But for 'fate walkers' like us, it's called the 'Proof of Guidance'."
Fate walkers? An image flashed across his mind.
"You're a Prophet?"
White Bear nodded. "Yes. I'm an apprentice of Prophet. I used a Prophet's cantrip to track you down. It's called 'Fate Guidance'."
Hearing this, Angor finally understood what was going on.
"Alright, I think I understand a little now. But I still want to tell you that you're looking for the wrong person. You're looking for a real wizard, while I'm just an apprentice who just joined the wizarding world. I hope you won't use 'Fate Guidance' on me again. It makes me feel like I'm being watched all the time. "
With that, he turned around and left without saying anything else.
"Then can we be friends?" White Bear yelled from behind.
Angor considered. Maybe Toby didn't like White Bear, but he didn't mind at all. Besides, having a friend who was a Prophet might be a good idea.
"Sure. I'm Angor." Angor's voice reached White Bear's ears again.
White Bear replied in a loud voice, "I'm Hobson! Hobson Seeley! "
White Bear didn't see Angor's shadow anymore, so he didn't know if Angor heard his name or not.
White Bear wasn't sure if his new friend was the one he was looking for, but he still used 'Proof of Guidance' to check Angor's fate.
"Pale gray …" White Bear frowned. "Looks like my new friend isn't having much luck today."
…
Angor was already far away from the Sky Tower, so he didn't hear White Bear's mumbling.
Since he didn't hear anything from Nausica, he had to leave the underground market and return to the apprentice town.
At this time, the sky was close to dusk. From the forest in the distance to the nearby rooftops, everything was gradually dyed with a warm orange color.
Since Dave would be here in the evening, Angor decided to go to the questing hall before the sun went out. He remembered Dave mentioning that there were many quests for purchasing alchemy weapons in the questing hall.
There were still ten days before the auction at Twilight Well. Angor was in urgent need of money, and he didn't want to keep bothering Dave. So, he decided to check if there were any quests he could take.
Speaking of which, Angor had never visited the questing hall since he came to Brute Cavern.
The questing hall was located in the center of Tree Spirit Garden. Angor took a bus made of vines as usual. There was another young apprentice on the same bus. Angor didn't notice him at first because he was sitting on a chair.
When the bus reached about three hundred meters above the ground along the vines of the Tree of Eternity and was surrounded by clouds, the young apprentice kept uttering "Ah!" and "Oh!", which attracted Angor's attention.
Angor looked over and saw the young apprentice leaning on the handle of the bus while looking outside.
What made him exclaim was a middle-aged witch in a black wizard's robe and a crescent moon wizard's hat. She flew past the bus on a broomstick.
"Awesome! I wish I have a flying vehicle too … Too bad it costs too much merit points …" The young apprentice sighed in disappointment, but he was still staring at the other apprentices with an infatuated look.
A flying vehicle? Angor suddenly realized that he should get himself a flying vehicle as well. He had been traveling on foot for a long time. He could use the vine bus in the mirror world, but he couldn't stay in the mirror world forever.
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