This was probably the strangest alchemy omen Angor had ever seen.
Most of the other alchemy omens had obvious risks, but the one in front of him didn't seem to be dangerous.
Wait. Angor suddenly thought of another possibility. If the solution to this omen was to write some love poems and satisfy the man, what if the man was not satisfied with any of the poems?
Angor remembered that there was a type of alchemy omen that did not have any direct risks. However, if he could not find the solution, he would be completely lost in the omen.
Could it be that what he encountered this time was exactly this kind of omen?
If that was the case, then it would be a little difficult to solve.
Anyway, Angor decided to give it a try.
"Love poems … love poems …" Angor quickly searched through his memory box.
He never wrote a love poem himself, but one of the few things he enjoyed as a child was singing songs by bards.
Reading epics was the job of bards. However, there was nothing interesting about the history of Goldspink Empire. Besides, the history of Goldspink Empire was controlled by the royal family, so no one dared to touch it. Therefore, the only job left for bards was to sing about heroes or love.
Angor liked to listen to poems about heroes, but that did not mean he never heard about love poems.
In his memory, there were quite a lot of love poems from bards when he was a child.
However, he quickly skimmed through the poems. Some of them had specific characters, while the others were boring and boring.
Even Angor himself found them boring. How could they pass this man's test?
After thinking for a while, Angor decided not to read them. Instead, he chose a short poem he saw on his hologram tablet before — "Kiss".
I ran to the door/Opened the stairs/Finished my pajamas/Put on my prayer clothes/Closed the bed/Got into the light/Because of a kiss you gave me when we said goodnight.
Literature on Earth was very advanced. There were many more famous love poems that could be passed down for hundreds of years. However, Angor still decided to use a short poem to test the man first.
In particular, he wanted to see if this was an omen that would never leave as long as the man was not satisfied with it.
Angor cleared his throat to attract the man's attention and began to recite the poem in a soft voice. The man's brows furrowed as he listened to her strange behavior. When the truth was revealed, it turned out that it was because of a kiss from his lover that caused him to lose his composure. Only then did the man's brows relax.
The man did not comment on the poem right away. Instead, he read the poem again and thought about it carefully. "It's a short poem, but it's interesting. She'll smile when she sees it. I like it."
"However, it's a pity that I haven't been kissed by her yet. If I just handed it to her, she would definitely think that it wasn't sincere. So, can you change it to another love poem? "
"Seeing that I like this poem very much, I won't let you fall into a nightmare. I will wait for your new poem."
The man stared at Angor with a fervent look.
This was the kind of omen that alchemists did not want to see. Alchemists preferred to solve the mystery directly. No matter how complicated it was, it was just like a complicated math problem. There was only one answer after all. And this kind of omen with a lot of variables could be either the simplest or the most troublesome omen.
The answer depended on the alchemist's mental proof.
Mental proof, on the other hand, could change at any time. It was not easy to satisfy the alchemist's taste.
More importantly, the man's last sentence was, "Seeing that I like this poem very much, I won't let you fall into a nightmare."
This meant that Angor could not try it too many times. The man's preference would determine the success or failure of Angor's omen.
Angor knew that this was a troublesome omen, but he did not panic. Under the man's gaze, Angor began to recite another love poem.
Angor saw this poem on the hologram tablet. It was quite a famous poem. To some extent, this poem had broken away from the category of love poems and became a poem that could be shared by most people.
It was from Yeats' When You're Old.
As expected, the poem was easy to resonate with. When Angor read the second line, the man's eyes began to blur, as if he was also immersed in the scene of the poem.
Two minutes later, Angor finished reading the poem with great emotion. The man did not come back to his senses for a long time.
After a long time, the man finally spoke, "I believe no one will be dissatisfied with this poem. Me too. The beauty of this poem, and the passionate and sincere emotions contained in it, moved me. "
The man lamented for a few minutes and even analyzed every line of the poem.
Angor thought he would win at first. However, as he listened to the man's analysis of the poem, he felt that things might get worse.
As expected, when the man finished the last line of the poem, he said, "I am very, very satisfied with this poem. But I am not good enough to write such a poem for my dear Margaret. Perhaps the poem is sincere and Marguerite will fall in love with it, but perhaps she will only fall in love with the emotions contained in the poem and not with me. '
The man looked at Angor. "So, I hope you can help me think of another poem. It's best if it's something I can do."
Angor did not know what to say. Who the hell knows what you can do?
Therefore, this kind of alchemy omen that did not have a standard answer was really annoying.
However, this time, the man did not mention anything about Angor falling into a nightmare. The poem "When You're Old" did not meet the man's requirements, but it still won him over.
No matter what, since it did not meet his standards, he would try again. Angor still had a lot of poems stored up.
Angor tried to ask about the man's standard in a gentle tone.
However, the man's answer was, "I don't know either."
Angor was speechless. If you don't know your own standard, how am I supposed to choose?
Angor remained silent for a while. He did not bombard the man with poems. Instead, he began to analyze everything that happened since he entered the omen.
A man, a painting, a girl he loved, a love poem …
After careful analysis, Angor noticed that the man would give him some information after each poem. Or rather, clues.
After the first poem, "Kiss", Angor learned that if his poem did not satisfy the man, he would fall into a nightmare and fail the challenge.
After the second poem, "When You're Old", Angor learned the name of a girl who was the man's favorite. Her name was Margaret.
So maybe he could add Margaret's name into the poem?
Marguerite...
Angor muttered the name in his mind and suddenly remembered something.
If he was not mistaken, he had seen this name before in the Nightmare Realm's Nether City. He had even been to this Margaret's room. Angor did not find anything valuable in the room. Instead, he saw a lot of … love poems.
Angor quickly looked up and carefully observed the man's face. However, he could not see the man's face clearly due to the mist.
Angor considered and decided to ask directly, "What is your name, mister?"
"If you can write a poem that satisfies me, I'll tell you my name as a reward."
He was about to say the name, but he held it back after a second thought.
"Then I'll start. This poem is … nameless."
Angor took a deep breath and turned around. He began to recite in a loud voice, "Oh, my dear Margaret, I miss you so much. Even if the forest is full of miasma, even if the city is full of guards, even if the path to find you is full of evil, nothing can stop me from thinking about you. When I miss you, the flowers are swaying, the birds are singing, the wind is blowing, and my heart is beating. Oh, Marguerite, you are so beautiful, as beautiful as the moon in late September, shining on my humble heart, as beautiful as... "
Nauseating, tacky, and straightforward.
Even though Angor tried to read the poem in a proper tone, he still felt goosebumps all over his arms.
The reason why he turned around and recited the poem with his back was because he didn't want anyone to see his expression when he recited the poem. Angor already felt that it was going to be a disaster.
This poem was completely different from the previous two. Even the style was different. However, Angor found this poem in Margaret's room.
If the man in front of him was really that person, this poem might pass his test.
Another two minutes later, he finished and let out a long sigh.
At the same time, someone clapped behind him.
Angor turned around and saw the man looking at him with a praising look.
"As expected of a poet who can recite 'Kiss' and 'When You're Old'. Even my style is so easy for you."
Angor sighed in relief after hearing this.
This was the man's style. Even if Angor failed again, he would not be punished. Besides, he already knew what kind of poem the man wanted.
"This poem is so wonderful. If Marguerite could see it, she would definitely feel my fiery love!"
"Thank you for your poem. I like it very much. I will write it on my painting so that my dear Margaret can see it!"
With that, the man began to quickly write the poem on the drawing board.
Seeing this, Angor relaxed completely. It seemed that the alchemy omen had passed without a hitch.
If the poem passed, it meant that the man in front of him might really be that person.
The man finished his poem quickly and looked at Angor. "I like all three of your poems, especially the second one. It doesn't suit my style, but it still has its charm.
"So, I've decided to give you a reward."
Angor was surprised. A character in the omen could give a reward? Was this guy a Time Thief in disguise? Or did he already go beyond the omen?
The man walked up to Angor and grabbed his hand.
Angor frowned but did not try to break free.
The man raised his voice. "My reward is to admit that you are an excellent poet! In my eyes, you are a poet bathed in moonlight! "
With that, the man swung his other hand and slapped Angor's hand.
Angor felt a sharp pain.
The man let go of his hand. Angor quickly covered his hand. It was red, but there was no mark.
The man looked at Angor's pained expression and apologized. "Oh, excellent poet. I forgot that I used too much strength. Are you alright?"
Angor shook his head. "I'm fine. Is this the reward?"
The man scratched his head in embarrassment. "Yes. I don't have anything good on me, so I can only give you a compliment."
Fine. A compliment is a reward.
Angor forced a smile. "It's an honor to receive a compliment from you, sir."
The man accepted the compliment without hesitation. "You're right. It's an honor. After all, you're the first person who passed my poem test.
"I'll be going now. Margaret has been waiting for me for a long time. I'm sure she'll love this poem to death."
With that, the man's body began to disintegrate. The mist that separated from his body turned into a door.
And this door was obviously the exit of the alchemy omen.
As soon as the door took shape, a faint voice echoed in Angor's ears. "Ah, I almost forgot about my promise. My name is Augustine …"
…
He walked out of the alchemy omen and looked at the fully tamed dagger in silence.
That person was indeed Augustine.
The love poem he saw in Narrows City was written by Augustine to Marguerite.
And because the poem Angor read was written by Augustine, Angor was able to pass the test.
As for the reward Augustine mentioned …
He lowered his head and looked at his injured hand … Fine, there was no mark. It was just a compliment.
A compliment was fine. Angor wasn't expecting any reward anyway.
However, after going through the omen, he had a lot of questions. Why would he run into Augustine in the Alchemy Omen when he was crafting this dagger?
Whether there was a connection between the alchemy omen and the item being refined was an unanswered question in the alchemy circle. However, most alchemists believed that even if it couldn't be seen on the surface, there was a certain connection between the two.
If so, did it mean that the door opened by the dagger had something to do with Augustine?
Also, the wall in Nether City in Nightmare Realm was built by Augustine as well?
Apart from these questions, Angor had an even bigger one.
The man mentioned that his name was Augustine, but Angor already knew something from the love poem he read in the Nether City of Nightmare Realm.
Augustine's full name was Augustine Noah.
His last name was Noah.
So, was he related to the Noah Clan?
Was it really as Rhine had said, that the Black Earl had asked Vay to come along just out of curiosity?
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