It was Ananda and Hobbiton who stopped him.
"Thank goodness! Mister Angor! " Ananda dragged Hobbiton away and bowed to Angor, who was still a little reluctant.
"You remember me?" Normally, Ananda should have lost all her memories after leaving Twilight Well. She still remembered him? Angor was surprised.
Ananda nodded, then shook her head. "I almost forgot about it. Thanks to Hobbiton, I remembered. Still, I forgot a lot of things. "
Ananda's face was full of regret. Her eyes unconsciously looked at the hem of her clothes, where there was a row of words written with oil.
Angor looked at Hobbiton, who was still pouting. "You didn't lose your memories?"
Hobbiton pouted even harder. "Why would I lose my memories?" He mumbled to himself.
Hobbiton showed a non-violent attitude. He looked like a seven or eight year old kid, and he acted like a seven or eight year old kid. Instead of asking further, he looked at Ananda and asked, "What?"
"What's the matter?" Angor looked at Ananda as he walked out of the city.
Ananda followed behind Angor while holding Hobbiton's hand.
"Are you leaving Midnight Sovereign, Mister Wizard?" Ananda tried to talk to Angor while holding Hobbiton's hand. She looked like a mother trying her best to take care of her disobedient son.
"Yes." Angor nodded.
Ananda glanced at Angor's indifferent face, then glanced at the confused Hobbiton. She gritted her teeth and dragged Hobbiton to kneel in front of Angor.
"Please save Hobbiton, mister!" Ananda kowtowed to Angor without explaining anything. She also held Hobbiton's head down and slammed it on the ground.
Ananda kowtowed fiercely, and blood appeared on her forehead the moment she kowtowed.
Angor frowned. I knew nothing good would come out of running into them.
"Stop kowtowing. Get up and talk." Ananda kept on kowtowing. "Please save Hobbiton, mister!" It seemed she would keep kowtowing if Angor didn't agree.
He lifted Ananda up with Hand of Magic and said indifferently, "What I hate the most in my life is moral coercion. If you have something to say, just say it. If you don't, then leave. Don't waste my time. "
Ananda shuddered. She lowered her head and said in a low voice, "Sir, I asked Hobbiton yesterday. He overheard Duke Tepikkhu's words and knew that he would be sacrificed to the wizard soon. That's why he ran out of his house."
"Offered to a wizard?" Angor raised an eyebrow. "A wizard wouldn't choose a Phantom Servant as a sacrifice."
Ananda didn't know what was going on. She looked at Hobbiton.
Hobbiton did not want to cooperate. Ananda pinched and pinched him and finally made him talk. "That day, I used my power to hide in my father's study. I wanted to scare him, but I accidentally overheard his conversation with my brother. He said that he wanted to offer me to a Magus called Red Lotus. My brother said that Red Lotus was a cruel and merciless person, and that if I went, I would definitely die without a burial place. I was scared out of my wits and ran away. "
Ananda chimed in. "Yesterday, I heard that Lady Red Lotus has arrived at Midnight Sovereign, and I realized how serious this is. I hope you can save Hobbiton, mister. "
Angor rubbed his temples. After a moment of silence, he walked around them and left.
"Lady Red Lotus isn't someone I can mess with. Forgive me for not being able to help."
Ananda's eyes reddened when she heard Angor's voice. When he reached the platform, Ananda was still following him from afar.
"Mister, if you don't help Hobbiton, he'll die. I know you're kind, mister. You're different from other wizards. Please save Hobbiton! "Ananda tried to kneel, but Angor stopped her with Hand of Spell. There were still some people around the train station, and Angor didn't want to attract attention.
"I told you, I hate it when people try to kidnap me. This is the second time today. "Angor's voice grew colder. He looked at Ananda with a tired look.
"I have nothing to do with you two. I won't offend a famous wizard in the southern wizarding region for a stranger. Lady Red Lotus and I are worlds apart. I can't save anyone from her, not even an ant. "
Angor was telling the truth. But in the ears of Hobbiton, it sounded like they were mocking them. Hobbiton jumped out and complained to Ananda, "I don't want him to save me. Let's go, mister Ananda. We'll find a map in the library tomorrow and find Brute Cavern. I can go there myself! "
Angor glanced at Hobbiton. "You think you can run away from Lady Red Lotus if you go to Brute Cavern? With that lord's means, if he wants to find someone, it's useless no matter where you run. "
Hobbiton wanted to argue, but Ananda quickly stopped him. "Mister Wizard, Hobbiton is going to Brute Cavern to find his great-grandfather. He said he can be saved if he can find him."
"Great-grandfather? You have an ancestor in your family who can stop Lady Red Lotus? Then why are you running? "Angor didn't believe it.
Ananda said, "He said that his great-grandfather was called Goode, and that he worked for a great wizard."
"Goode?!"
…
A moment later, Angor was on a train heading to Parmigi Highlands. The sound of the wheels echoed in the endless cave, accompanied by the sound of the wind. It had a rhythm that made one feel at ease.
Every few meters in the underground tunnel, there was a bright light that emitted a warm, soft yellow light.
Angor was sitting in front of the window with his head leaning against it. No one knew what he was thinking.
Hobbiton and Ananda sat across from him. Hobbiton was still a child, so he had already fallen asleep while listening to the rhythmic sound of the train. Ananda looked at the sleeping Hobbiton with soft eyes. Hobbiton had taken off his naughty clothes. His cute little face and thick eyelashes made him look like an angel that had fallen to earth.
Ananda looked up and saw Angor sitting across from her.
An oil lamp came and went from the window. The light flickered between bright and dark. Under the overlapping light and shadow, Angor's youthful and mature handsome face became even more mysterious. Ananda couldn't help but admire Angor's gentle temperament.
"I can pay for Hobbiton's airship. Since Butler Goode helped me before, I'm willing to pay for the airship. As for you … "
Ananda's heart skipped a beat. She spoke in a hoarse voice, "I don't mind. I just want Hobbiton to be safe."
Angor nodded. He knew about Hobbiton's relationship with Goode, but these two people were still strangers to him.
He didn't want to get involved in Lady Lotus's mess, but he didn't mind spending two magic crystals to buy an airship ticket and send Hobbiton to Goode.
They fell into silence again. Only the sound of the train and Hobbiton's light snoring could be heard in the narrow carriage.
"Mister, do I really not have the potential to become a wizard?" Ananda suddenly broke the silence.
"I don't know. We need to test it out. But … maybe Hobbiton has a talent that can make him immune to the magic array's memory erasure. That's not something a mortal can do. "
Ananda lowered her head and looked at the row of words on the hem of her clothes. She had forgotten when the words were written and under what circumstances. But she clearly remembered what the typography represented.
Potion of Austere Night.
About half an hour later, the train finally exited the cave and arrived at the airship platform.
Angor felt extremely cold as soon as he stepped off the train.
The underground world was quite warm. Even Angor found it hard to bear the chill of the outside world. Not to mention Ananda and Hobbiton.
He turned around and wanted to tell Ananda to get back on the train while he went to buy the tickets with Hobbiton. Ananda had taken off her jacket, revealing her shoulders and long legs. She wrapped the jacket around Hobbiton so that he wouldn't wake up from the cold.
Angor glanced at them without saying anything. Instead, he went to the ticket office and bought the tickets for Hobbiton.
Under the cover of night, the Parmigi Highlands was strangely empty, yet strangely bright. There was no need to look at the sky. One only needed to look at the horizon to see the endless starry sky, the spinning stars, and the twinkling stars of different colors.
As he walked under the beautiful starry sky, he suddenly thought of the oil painting in his bedroom, which he took from the Nightmare Realm: Traveler Under the Starry Sky.
Under the bright starry sky, in the boundless sky, in the empty wasteland … Angor looked like the white-hooded traveler in the painting, traveling alone for an unknown purpose.
The ticket office was right next to the airship. There were already some people around, but not too many. He spent two magic crystals and bought a return ticket. When he turned around, he saw Dave approaching him with a strange expression on his pockmarked face.
"Ha-ha-ha! Are you surprised?" Dave's face almost touched Angor's, which startled him a little.
"You're a grown man. Don't scare me like that." Angor didn't care.
"Don't be so serious. I'm still young," Dave chuckled. He suddenly noticed the ticket in Angor's hand. "Why did you buy another one? Did you lose it? "
Angor shook his head and pointed at Ananda. "I bought it for Hobbiton."
"Hobbiton?" Dave looked over and saw Hobbiton. "Didn't you say you wouldn't get involved in his business? Why are you … Oh, I know. You're not interested in that Ananda woman, are you? She has a nice body. "
"Don't talk nonsense," Angor said in an annoyed tone.
"I knew it. Why did you leave so early? You went to see her, didn't you? Tsk tsk, I didn't think you'd be so smart one day. "
Angor slapped Dave's shoulder with Hand of Spell. "Nonsense. They stopped me on my way."
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