Angor looked at the picture of a boiler and came up with an idea.
"Is that … Witch's soup?"
The image of a boiler was quite common, but there was only one thing in the wizarding world: Witch's soup.
This wasn't a rule, but a concept that had been established by convention.
This concept came from a witch named Windsor. She was a very famous potions master and had invented countless witch soups that were still famous to this day. At that time, the most commonly used symbol of the Windsor Witches was a boiler emitting pink smoke.
Back then, the wizarding world already knew that a boiler with pink smoke represented a witch's soup.
With the passing of the Windsor Witches, this tradition did not disappear. It continued to be passed down in the Wizard World until today. As long as there was a sign of pink smoke coming out of a boiler, there was no doubt that it was witch soup.
"So this is a shop that sells witch's soup," Angor muttered. "So Buru's master is here to buy the soup?" Angor wondered.
Angor didn't think too much about it and entered the shop.
Everything went smoothly, which surprised Angor. Most shops in the wizarding world that dealt with technology would have some sort of barrier to entry. Depending on the quality of the shop, as well as the strength of the customer, the requirements would vary.
There were also shops without such requirements, but this usually meant that the "restrictions" would be reflected in other places. For example, the price of the goods would be higher.
As Angor pondered, someone blocked his way.
Buru? The man's face reminded him of Bru. But soon, he realized that something was wrong. The person in front of him looked exactly the same as Buru, but his body was at least twenty times larger. He was completely the height of a normal person. There was no aura of nature around her, and she didn't have any butterfly wings on her back. She looked just like an ordinary girl in a long dress.
At this moment, a young girl who looked almost the same as Bulu spoke, "My name is Bulu Number Two, I'm the receptionist of this shop."
The girl's voice was similar to Buru's, but her eyes weren't as bright as Buru's.
"Buru Number Two?" Angor thought of something. He looked at the girl's neck and saw something shining under her smooth, white skin.
Angor quickly realized that the girl was an alchemy puppet.
Normally, alchemy puppets used energy near their navel, which was the best place to divide the energy from the top of their head to the bottom of their feet.
Since this was the case, when the alchemy puppet made a sound, the energy would flow to its head through the internal pipes. Angor could easily tell who the puppet was by looking at its neck.
Angor looked at Buru Number Two's posture and realized something. "Are you a receptionist or an inspector?"
His words seemed to trigger some sort of voice-controlled feedback from Bulu No. 2.
"Sir, to enter Lucia's workshop, you must sign a simple contract."
So it's here … Angor quickly realized that there was indeed a door that would only be triggered after entering the shop.
"What contract?" Angor asked in a doubtful tone. A contract could easily be forged.
"Customer, please don't worry. This is not a paper contract, and there is no need to be bound by the power of the contract. It's a verbal contract that follows your heart. "
To put it bluntly, a verbal contract that followed one's heart was not binding at all. It was up to one's heart to prove it. Even if one violated the contract, there would be no consequences. As for the so-called "inner demons" … well, there was no such thing. At most, it would cause some people who felt a strong sense of contract to feel uncomfortable for a period of time.
Well, it did fit the style of the shop.
After all, it was strange that an ordinary shop he had never heard of would ask someone to sign a contract with a strong binding force.
"What kind of verbal contract?" Angor asked.
Buru Number Two quickly explained, "The owner does not want the information inside the shop to be leaked, so she hopes that you can keep your mouth shut after leaving the shop."
Angor understood right away. It was a simple verbal contract.
He did not hesitate. "After I leave this place, I will not tell anyone else about what I see in the shop, as long as it doesn't violate my personal principles."
There was no need to swear an oath or sign a contract. Angor only needed to follow his heart and say what he wanted to say.
Buru Number Two's calm expression quickly turned into a respectful one. He spoke in a friendly tone, "Dear customer, please forgive me for my lack of hospitality. Welcome to Lucia's Workshop!"
Angor looked at Buru Number Two's change of attitude and thought to himself, How pragmatic … He was just a customer, and now he's calling me "dear customer"? Just like Buru at the inn.
"May I know what you need, sir?" Buru Number Two stepped aside and did not stop Angor from entering the shop.
"Why are you called Buru Number Two?" Angor asked as he walked inside.
Buru Number Two was surprised by Angor's question. Normally, customers would ask about Witch's Soup already. Why did Angor ask about her?
Buru Number Two paused for a while before he answered, "That's the name the owner gave me."
"What's your relationship with Buru?" Angor asked.
Bu Lu Number Two hesitated for a while, then said, "I am the receptionist that Master made based on Bu Lu."
"Why did you use Buru as your model? Does the owner of this shop have anything to do with Buru?"
Buru Number Two froze on the spot. His eyes were already filled with confusion. He did not know how to answer.
After a while, Buru Number Two finally spoke. Instead of answering Angor's question, he spoke in a friendly tone, "Welcome to Lucia's Workshop, dear customer! May I know what you need, sir? Do you need some recommendations from Buru Number Two? "
Angor was speechless. So Buru Number Two wasn't that smart.
Or rather, the owner of Buru Number Two didn't engrave these questions into Buru Number Two's mind.
"I'm here because of Bru's recommendation." Angor didn't want to embarrass Bru No. 2 any further.
Buru Number Two hesitated for two seconds. "Is that so? Then what do you need, sir? "
Angor didn't know what to say.
He considered for a moment and decided not to talk to Bob No. 2 right away. Instead, he looked at the shop.
Since Buru Number Two mentioned that its owner was in this shop, Angor should be able to see it from here.
The main hall of Lucia's Workshop wasn't big. Apart from a decorative boiler in the middle, there were several glass cabinets.
There were all kinds of witch soups in the cabinets. However, all of them were wrapped in special black cloth, which prevented anyone from seeing what they looked like or smelling.
Looking at the bowls of goods wrapped in black cloth, if it wasn't for the fact that the cabinet was filled with witch's soup, people might have thought that it was a bowl of ashes.
Since Angor didn't really need witch soups, he didn't pay much attention to the cabinets. Instead, he checked the customers in the shop.
There were six customers in the shop. One of them was talking to another person named "Bru" at the counter, while the others were chatting with each other in front of a golden cabinet.
To Angor's surprise, none of them were Buru Number Two's owner.
As Angor recalled, Buru's owner was a young wizard with white hair and green eyes. There wasn't even a wizard among the customers.
Angor looked back at Bru No. 2, who was still acting like an idiot, and shook his head and walked to the counter.
Instead of asking "Buru Number Two" at the counter, he looked at a small old man in a classic robe who was paying the bill at the counter.
This was the only customer who was alone in the shop. He was probably a level-3 apprentice.
Angor could tell that this customer was calmer than the others. Perhaps he was a regular customer. Maybe he knew who Buru Number Two was?
Angor's arrival made the old man a little nervous.
Angor didn't hide his wizard aura. Even without using his aura, the old man was still a little nervous.
Angor even noticed that the color of his emotions was purple-black, which represented fear.
Angor stopped about three meters away from the old man. Angor didn't say anything, but the old man already knew that he was Angor's target.
He suppressed the fear in his heart and said in a respectful tone, "Honorable Sir, what can I do for you?"
Angor tried to sound as gentle as possible. "You seem to know this place well. Are you a member of Splendor of Stars?"
Angor's first sentence pointed out the reason for his visit, while the second sentence was a direct question. This was to assure the old man that he wasn't here for trouble.
The old man understood what Angor was trying to say. He sighed in relief. "I'm a member of Splendor of Stars, but only an ordinary one."
An ordinary member was someone who didn't spend 999 magic crystals.
"Since you're a member, you should know Buru, right?"
The old man looked at Buru Number Two on Angor's back and thought for a moment. "If you're talking about Buru the Nature Elf, sir, I've seen him before."
"That's him. He told me that his master is here, but I don't see him here."
Angor meant that he didn't see the young man with white hair and green eyes.
The old man thought that a Nature Elf was an Elemental Spirit. Anyone who could become its master was basically a wizard. The customers in this shop were all apprentices, so they couldn't be Buru's master.
They all had different ideas, but they all shared the same conclusion.
"Buru's master. Due to certain circumstances, I can't tell you who he is. But you can go and see the owner of this workshop, sir. "
The old man was hinting at Angor with his rich facial expressions.
Angor wasn't stupid. He quickly understood what the old man meant.
When he mentioned that he couldn't tell Buru Number Two's identity due to certain circumstances, the old man kept glancing at Buru Number Two and poking his own heart with his finger.
He was clearly telling Angor that the so-called "force majeure" was the door of this shop. It was the "verbal contract" that Buru Number Two mentioned when Angor came in.
The old man's second sentence was to tell Angor to go and see the owner of this workshop. He still didn't put down his finger, which was also a hint.
The old man's second sentence also had something to do with the "verbal contract".
Buru's master? The owner of this workshop? Something to do with the verbal contract?
An idea popped up in his mind, but he soon found it ridiculous.
The owner of this workshop couldn't be Buru's master, right?
But that shouldn't be the case.
Angor didn't ask. Instead, he nodded at the old man to show his gratitude.
The old man waved his hand and stepped back. After making sure that Angor wasn't paying attention to him, he rushed out of the shop.
Angor didn't mind the old man's cautious attitude. There was a huge difference between an apprentice and a mortal, and the difference between a wizard and an apprentice was even bigger.
Besides, most wizards were naughty and mischievous. It was normal for apprentices to be cautious like this.
Angor ignored the old man and turned to Buru Number Two. "Take me to the owner of this workshop."
Buru Number Two paused for a second. "Please wait a moment. I need to contact the owner first."
For the next period of time, Bulu No. 2 seemed to have crashed. It stood there stupidly without moving.
It wasn't until half a minute later that Bob No.2 woke up. However, at this time, Bob No.2's eyes weren't as dull as before. They were a bit more lively.
Buru Number Two looked at Angor up and down as if it was the first time they met.
"Buru introduced you?" Buru Number Two asked in a flat tone.
He knew that the alchemy puppet in front of him must have changed its "core".
"You're Buru's master?" Angor asked.
Buru Number Two nodded. "Yes. I think I know what you want from me. Come, I'll wait for you behind the workshop."
Buru Number Two lowered his head. Two seconds later, when he looked up again, the spirit in his eyes was gone. He had returned to his normal state.
"Sir, Master has granted you permission to enter the workshop's laboratory. Please follow me."
Buru Number Two bowed to Angor and showed him the way.
Angor didn't refuse. He followed Buru Number Two to a corner of the workshop hall.
After passing through a curtain, they arrived at a long wooden corridor.
About 20 meters ahead, Angor turned a corner and saw a laboratory with its door wide open.
"This is Master's laboratory." Buru Number Two stopped in front of the door and didn't want to go in.
Angor glanced around the laboratory and used his senses to check the runes in the surroundings. After making sure there were no dangerous traps, he stepped inside.
As soon as he stepped into the white lab, Angor immediately smelled the strong scent of herbs.
He followed the smell and looked in the direction where it came from.
On one side of the laboratory, there was a large boiler with colorful mist rising from it. The smell of herbs came from the boiler.
However, compared to the boiler, Angor was more interested in the person standing next to it.
It was a young girl with long, pure white hair and green eyes. She wore a loose adept's robe.
Anthracene. No.
It was Anthracene.
(End of Chapter)
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