Everyone, including Angor, heard the conversation between the alchemy puppet and Adanis.
These questions, as well as the puppet's "guesses", all pointed to the same thing: You never grew up.
Adanis thought highly of herself. She never thought that she had not grown at all compared to ten thousand years ago.
To put it nicely, she never changed her original mind. But if this "original mind" was flawed from the very beginning, like a frog at the bottom of a well, no matter how nice it sounded, it would not be able to cover up her naivety.
Even though Adanis had become stronger, in Olao's eyes, she was still her old self. She had not changed at all.
Of course, there must be other reasons for Olao's opinion of Adanis to remain the same. Angor did not know the details of these reasons.
Still, he could guess what the alchemy puppet was trying to do.
As Jon said, the onlooker sees the game better than the player.
There was only one answer to these questions: Adanis was holding Olao too tightly, so tightly that Olao could only see one side of Adanis' face. And that side was the question: You never grew up.
To put it bluntly, these questions and answers were like an endless loop.
Angor did not think it would be hard to break this loop. He just needed Adanis to let go of Olao's hand.
However, this choice was extremely difficult for Adanis.
Angor did not know what Adanis would decide in the end. But … he did not really care.
He was more concerned about Olao, who was collecting poems on the other side.
Angor did not care about the poems. What he cared about was whether Augustine had other intentions when he asked Olao to do so.
Did it have anything to do with Angor?
Angor was hoping that Adanis could get an answer from Augustine, but she was the one who got tricked. Angor did not know what to ask. He could only wait for Olao to come back.
By then, Augustine should give him an answer, right?
On the other side, Oleo's movements were very slow at first, as if he was waiting for his master, Augustine, to tell him to stop. However, when he realized that Augustine had no intention of stopping him, Oleo could only increase his speed and put the bookshelves into the strange bronze mirror.
However, even if Olao sped up, it still took him almost 15 minutes to finish collecting all the poems in the secret meeting room. It was obvious that there were a lot of poems in this place.
Without the bookshelves and books, the pure white walls of the secret meeting room were exposed. The room already looked like a Devout Church, but now, the white walls gave it a sense of holiness and solemnity.
Olao silently walked back and stood in front of the puppet before lowering his head. "Master, the poetry collection has been tidied up."
The puppet nodded. "Then sit down."
Olao hesitated. "Master, I —"
"Sit." The puppet cut him off. "I know you have a lot of questions, and I'll answer them for you."
Olao remained silent for a moment before sitting down and calmly waiting for the puppet to speak.
Angor also looked at the puppet curiously. He wanted to leave himself out of this and become a bystander, but he knew that he could not do that yet. Olao was obviously unwilling to accept Augustine's gift of poems. But it was not because Augustine gave him the poems, but because Augustine wanted him to collect the books.
Angor was curious. What was so special about collecting books? Why was Olao so against it?
While thinking, Angor glanced at the bronze mirror floating in front of Olao.
He did not use Alchemy Eye, but his alchemy intuition told him that there was more to the mirror than met the eye. The fact that it could store so many poems meant that there was a lot of space inside. And the mirror did not change at all, which meant it was probably not a normal mirror space.
Maybe it was a mirror similar to Lady Mirror's real body?
Or maybe it was a "Sorcerer's Garden"? A mirror garden?
The bronze mirror must be Olao's treasure, and Augustine asked Angor to use it to store his poetry collection. Was he planning to give it to Angor as a gift?
If that was the case, Angor could understand why Olao was unwilling to accept the gift. After all, no one would be willing to let go of a treasure like this.
But if that was the case, it was not a problem. Angor did not like to take someone's treasures by force. Besides, he could make a large space storage himself. He did not have the materials for it yet, and his bracelet still had enough space.
Since he could craft a large space storage himself, there was no need for him to steal Olao's bronze mirror. He could simply buy some single-use space capsules from a nearby wizard market or a gray merchant, which would be enough to take the book of poems away. Olao would also keep the bronze mirror.
It was killing two birds with one stone.
The puppet finally spoke to Olao. "You know what I'm trying to say."
"Yes. But I don't know why you're doing this, Master."
The alchemy puppet asked, "Why are you doing this? I've already said this from the very beginning. "
The alchemy puppet suddenly looked at Angor. "Because he is the one I believe to be the poet bathed in moonlight!"
Angor did not know how to react when he was suddenly called out with this rather embarrassing title.
Fortunately, the alchemy puppet didn't seem to want to talk to him. "Isn't that enough of a reason?"
Olao opened his mouth. He wanted to say no, but he did not want to go against his master's opinion.
However, he wasn't willing to admit this reason.
As far as Olao was concerned, his master was just trying to find a random excuse.
Olao's silence made the atmosphere around the table a little tense.
Angor considered for a moment and decided to speak up. Since he was being talked about, he should have the right to say something.
"Although I don't know why Mister suddenly mentioned the title of 'Chanter of Poems', this is just a verbal compliment. I don't think it has the qualifications to make Olaf do anything."
Angor's words attracted everyone's attention.
Olao stared at Angor with a complicated expression, while the alchemy puppet gave him a meaningful look.
"Do you know what kind of sacrifice Olao made?" The puppet looked at Angor.
"No. But I think it has something to do with the bronze mirror?"
The puppet did not give an answer. Instead, it kept looking at Angor with a smile, as if waiting for Angor's opinion.
Angor considered. "There are many ways to deal with the poems. There's no need to fight over the bronze mirror."
The alchemy puppet smiled and said, "It's related to this mirror, but it's not just related to this mirror."
Angor frowned. What was the meaning of this and that?
The alchemy puppet asked, "Do you know what this mirror is called?"
He was about to shake his head when he suddenly remembered something. "Twin Mirror?" he blurted out.
Angor was thinking about "Augustine's Twin Mirror", but Augustine was right in front of him, and he did not want to use the name directly. Even if it was a Mystery item, he did not dare to do so. In the end, he just said "Twin Mirror".
The others did not react to Angor's answer, but Olao was looking at Angor with a shocked expression.
It seemed Angor was right about the name of the mirror.
But the expression in the puppet's eyes didn't change. It was still beaming as it said, "I really didn't expect the two mirrors I refined to be able to make the reciter hear about them."
Angor was speechless. Did I guess it right? Twin Mirror?!
Twin Mirror? Did it mean there were two mirrors?
In other words, Augustine's Twin Mirror, a Mystery item that was as famous as Keir's Book, actually had two mirrors. One was in the origin world, while the other was in this seemingly ordinary bronze mirror?!
If that was the case, Angor suddenly regretted his impulsive question.
If the other side of the mirror was not as powerful as the other Mystery item, it should at least have some special abilities.
Even Angor could not help but feel a little greedy.
However, he quickly suppressed the urge. That was because his greed was not a desire to possess, but a desire to obtain more.
He longed for this mysterious object, also known as the Mirror of Truth, to give him an answer.
Could it connect to another universe?
If so, could it connect to … Earth?
Angor never forgot why he chose to become a wizard. At first, he wanted to save Jon. Later, his ambition grew. He wanted to reach a higher level and pursue the truth. If possible, he even wanted to cross the border of the universe and find a way to send Jon back to Earth.
But Angor wasn't sure if he could keep Jon alive until then.
In the worst-case scenario, Angor hoped that he could at least see Jon's hometown, even if it was only through a mirror.
That was why he wanted the Mirror of Truth.
But he also knew that the bronze mirror in front of Olao was different from the Mirror of Truth.
Moreover, Augustine had clearly said that he had refined two mirrors. The real Mirror of Truth was somewhere far away in the origin world. As for this mirror, it might just be a failed product, or it might just have been refined to be a spatial tool.
Angor would not be able to fulfill his "desire" with this bronze mirror. But the creator of the Mirror of Truth was right in front of him. Why should he give up what was close at hand?
Perhaps, as long as he could deal with Augustine, the refiner, he would have a way to come into contact with the Mirror of Truth.
When Isabella obtained the right to use the mirror, it meant that it could be lent to outsiders.
Angor calmed himself down. "Mister Olao's Twin Mirror is famous. Many people know about it. I'm not one of them."
"There are many people in the origin world who know about the mirror. But not here. Besides, even if Olao's bronze mirror is brought to the origin world, no one will think that it's related to the mirror. That's why the poet was able to point it out. "
Angor was puzzled. How did they end up complimenting each other?
Instead of complimenting each other, it would be better to give something more practical.
The alchemy puppet continued, "Since the poet already guessed that this is one of the mirrors, you should be able to guess Olao's identity as well."
Wasn't Olao the owner of the Twin Mirror?
Then he remembered that the alchemy puppet mentioned something about Olao's "brother" before.
Olao, elder brother, twin, bronze mirror, Mirror of Truth … These keywords made Angor think of a possibility.
"The bronze mirror is Olao?"
Before this, the Wise Sovereign had clearly said that Oleo and Adanis were 'spirits', and that they were very likely spirits born from mirrors. However, that was all the Wise Sovereign knew. As for where their true bodies were or what they looked like, the Wise Sovereign had no idea.
Now, there was a bronze mirror in front of Olao. Considering all the details, Angor believed that the mirror might be Olao's real body.
As for the famous "Mirror of Truth" in the Origin World, could it be the true body of Brother Olao?
A Mystery spirit was still a spirit after all.
The puppet chuckled. "As expected of the poet. You got it so quickly."
Now he understood why Olao was so against the idea.
He thought the alchemy puppet was going to give him the bronze mirror, and Olao didn't want to give it up.
But the truth was, the alchemy puppet wasn't going to give him the mirror at all. It was going to throw Olao to him!
Angor began to wonder if the alchemy puppet, or Augustine, didn't want to see the two poor souls in the Chamber of Poetry.
First, he wanted to give Adanis to Angor. Now, he wanted to give Olao to him. And this time, Augustine didn't tell Angor directly. Instead, he told Angor that he was going to give Olao a book of poems, so Angor would have to take Olao with him if he wanted to bring the book back.
Angor felt a little helpless after knowing the truth.
No wonder Olao was so resistant. If it were him, he would be even more agitated than Olao.
Besides, Augustine didn't even bother to find an excuse. He simply told Angor that Olao was a "Chanter" and left it at that.
How could Olao accept it? Even Angor himself didn't accept it, let alone Olao!
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