Many things happened during the night. Angor was a light sleeper. He only heard people yelling and shouting around his ears, as well as the sound of things being smashed.
The next morning, Angor woke up in a daze. He planned to go back to sleep, but the loud screams woke him up. The noise came from the room next door, but it wasn't Dave's voice. It was the Phantom Servant boy.
Angor yawned and saw Toby chirping beside his bed. To other people, Toby's voice was nothing but noise. Only Angor knew that Toby was singing "City of Sky". However, the song was tone-deaf, which made it sound unappealing.
Angor helped Toby change into a fisherman's outfit and patted its feathers. "This is the Wizard Fair. There are many wizards here, so you better stay in this yard."
Toby nodded. Angor rubbed his eyelids and went to wash up.
Ten minutes later, Angor stood in front of the door of the room next door. The illusion he set up last night was still working, and the nodes were not destroyed. The Phantom Servant boy's screams came from inside.
"Good morning, Angor." Dave walked out of the room while yawning.
"Good morning." Angor felt a bit better after washing up, but he still looked tired.
Dave sighed when he heard Toby's screams. "It took me half an hour to get out of the illusion. Your basic illusion is amazing. If you didn't tell me about it, I wouldn't have been able to tell where I was. I had to close my eyes and recalculate the layout of the room in my mind space, and I found out that the door is above the inverted world. "
"You can just blast a hole in the wall to get out. My illusion isn't that big. I'll just fix the wall when I get out." Angor didn't deny it.
Dave was surprised. "You're right. Why didn't I think of this yesterday? I even foolishly calculated for half a day. "
"Did you find out who he is?" Angor pointed at the Phantom Servant who was still screaming inside the room.
Dave sighed. "I should've killed him yesterday. He lied to me."
"Lied to you?"
"Yes, he's not a child at all. Listen to his voice, he doesn't sound like a child at all. " Dave said angrily, "He woke up in the middle of the night last night and started to cry and howl. I didn't go in and asked him some basic information outside the door, but that guy didn't say a word. Later on, perhaps she was tortured by your illusion for a long time before she cried and made a fuss. "
The two chatted as they walked down the stairs. "He might look like a seven or eight year old, but he's actually already eighteen. Ever since he awakened his natural power at the age of seven, he hasn't grown up. He didn't mention his name, nor did he say why he went to steal. He only said that he was looking for someone. "
At this point, David became even angrier. "If I had known that he was 18 years old, I would have …"
They went to the kitchen. While Dave was still complaining about being cheated, Angor began to prepare breakfast.
While cutting the biscuits and pouring the milk, Angor's mind was racing.
Dave said that the Phantom Servant shota — no, the young Phantom Servant — never grew up after he awakened his natural power at the age of seven.
This reminded Angor of something Sunders once said: "Sometimes, those who are born with natural talents are not favored by the gods."
Dripping River's lethargy and the young Phantom Servant's stagnant growth seemed to confirm Sunders' words. Just like the unspoken rule of the wizarding world — the principle of equivalent exchange. Everything had to be balanced. Some kind of law in the dark was faithfully carrying out the "law of balance". Whatever it gave, it would take something back. And it acted like an Abyss Great Demon, who would force people to buy and sell. No wonder Sunders said that those who were born with natural talents were not always favored by the gods.
If Angor was given an "Illusionary Body" and had to deprive him of all his physical growth, would he be willing to do so?
Angor would never do that. His knowledge would increase as time passed, but physical growth was still a necessary process. As he grew up, his body would secrete hormones to help him evolve from the inside. The waves released by the brain, as well as the frequency it received, would change with the growth of one's body.
It was a process of evolution.
In Angor's eyes, the Phantom Servant was already 18 years old. However, due to his stagnant growth, many of his internal organs could not keep up, so his mental age was probably still around 10 years old. Crying at the slightest disagreement was just like a child's nature.
Being a "Peter Pan" for his whole life gave him a natural talent. At least in Angor's opinion, it was a win-win deal. If they lived in a peaceful world, Peter Pan's naivety might be a reason for people to protect him. However, in the wizarding world where people ate people alive, no matter how talented you were, you could not survive the arrows of human nature. Not to mention, Peter Pan was living in Midnight Sovereign, a place filled with evil.
After breakfast, neither of them mentioned the young Phantom Servant again. They both had their own things to do, and they did not have time to pay attention to other people.
Angor planned to go out to buy some materials, while Dave went to the underground warehouse to collect some materials to bring back to Brute Cavern.
They parted ways. Before leaving, Angor took Toby with him. Toby was still hiding in the warm chest pocket and only peeking its head out to observe the situation. Toby did not object to this arrangement. It could fly away whenever it wanted, but it rarely had the chance to stay so close to its young master. Toby enjoyed being in the warm embrace of the little master.
Angor had just reached the entrance of the building with a tree symbol when he saw Prome walking toward him with a disappointed look.
Prome did not return home last night. Judging from his expression, Angor did not find anything.
Angor approached him and asked. As expected, Prome shook his head in disappointment. "I've visited all the alchemy shops in Twilight Well. I even went to several private meetings. Nothing. There are some weapons that can be used to attack the undead at close range, but none of them can be used for long range attacks. Even if they can be used for close range attacks, the effect isn't very good.
Prome sighed. "I guess I'll have to go to Twilight Auction tonight and see if there's anything I need. But I've given up hope. "
"Don't worry. You'll find it." Even if Twilight Auction did not happen, Angor would still draw Prelude to Elimination.
"Thank you for your kind words." Prome smiled wryly. "Are you going out to buy materials? Do you need me to go with you? Some of the alchemy shops are well hidden. You'll need someone to show you the way. Also, you can find a lot of rare materials there. "
But when he saw Prome's tired face, he waved a hand and said, "I'm only going to buy low-tier materials like Echo Flowers. I won't buy anything too rare. If I spend too much money today, I won't be able to find anything I want at the auction tonight. "
"You're right. Keep the magic crystals for now. I'll show you the way tomorrow after the auction." Prome chuckled. "If you need a lot of materials, you can hire mortals from Midnight Sovereign to help you carry them."
"Twilight Well allows mortals to come in?"
"As long as they're guided by a guide, they can come in. Once they leave, they'll forget everything that happened here. At most, they'll have a vague impression of what happened here. "
"The power of wizards is everywhere." He bade farewell to Prome and walked into the dark street.
Prome watched Angor's back from afar until he was out of sight.
…
In the center of Midnight Sovereign, in a noble's mansion near the palace, where the nobles lived.
The proud young man walked in with his head held high. The elderly Long Armed Race's butler led him to the study room.
"Why are you here? Did you find Hobbiton? " There was a middle-aged man from the Shadow Servant Race sitting in the study. If one looked closely, they would find that he looked very similar to the young man with his head held high.
"Father, I smelled Hobbiton in a small alley, but it seems like he was taken away by a wizard." The young man lowered his head while talking to his father.
"Sir Magus? Tell me in detail, "the middle-aged Shadow Servant said.
The young man explained what he saw. The servant considered for a moment. "The ground you saw was covered in ice. It must be Frost. You don't know much about the wizarding world. That person isn't a wizard. He's just an apprentice. There aren't many wizards in the world. "
"But even if he's an apprentice, we can't afford to offend him," the young man said.
The servant sighed. "We can't afford to offend an apprentice, but we can't afford to offend a wizard either. Lady Lotus wants Hobbiton, and we have to bring him to her. Otherwise, she'll burn down the entire city. "
He had to choose the lesser of two evils. This was the only choice the middle-aged Shadow Servant had to make. This was the tragedy of mortals, and of all Shadow Servants.
"Keep looking for clues about Hobbiton. Lady Lotus will be here in half a month. I'll let her know then," the middle-aged Shadow Servant said. The middle-aged Shadow Servant had a bitter expression. "I hope that Lord Red Lotus can spare us on account of the fact that we used to serve our clansmen."
…
Angor returned to Midnight Sovereign by following the same path he took yesterday.
According to Prome, as long as you paid enough money, everyone in Midnight Sovereign would be willing to work for you, regardless of age or gender. Angor looked around and didn't see anyone. He could only hear people talking on the other side of the wall.
Angor remembered that was the Enchanting Theater.
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