Angor let out a long sigh of relief after Wayin and Count Black left.
He already prepared an excuse to explain why the Unbreakable Heart Mirror only had "toughness". Luckily, Count Black didn't ask about the mirror's effect, which relieved Angor a lot.
If Count Dark really wanted to take him seriously, he might have to reveal some of the truth.
Angor even asked Laplace to make some preparations and seal the mirror space. If Count Black had a way to enter the mirror space, he would be able to stop anyone from peeking.
Now it seemed he didn't need to worry about that.
However, after the Black Earl left, Dorcas did not leave with him.
Dorcas wasn't as "tactful" as Count Black. After Count Black left, Dorcas quickly moved to Angor's side and spoke in a mysterious tone, "The outsider is gone. You can tell me now. What's the effect of the mirror? It's more than just toughness, right? "
One second, Dorcas was sitting on the sofa with a serious expression. But the next second, he changed his expression and moved closer to Angor, as if he was really "waiting for the outsider to leave", as Dorcas said.
Angor really wanted to tell him that Dorcas was an outsider too.
But when he thought about the possibility of using Dorcas as a tool for Dodoro, he held back.
"Are you sure it's more than just toughness?" Angor raised an eyebrow. "How about you use Word of Truth on me and see if I'm telling the truth?"
"Word of Truth has a lot of loopholes. You know that …" Dorcas mumbled. "Besides, it's not polite to use Word of Truth on you, right?"
So you know how to be polite? Why are you asking if you know how to be polite?
Angor remained silent for a moment before speaking, "I haven't studied it thoroughly yet, but I already know that it's toughness. I'll tell you more when I'm done. "
"You're the creator, and you don't know?" Dorcas couldn't believe it.
"I don't know what the Sorcerer's Garden will look like before it's built."
Angor paused and added, "Also, don't underestimate the toughness property. Not every Mystery item will have an amazing effect. If the toughness of a mirror exceeds a certain level, it's not impossible for it to be affected by Mystery properties. "
Dorcas considered for a moment. "You're right. If it is so hard that no force can destroy it, and it becomes the hardest mirror surface, then … "
Before Dorcas could finish, Angor cut him off, "Don't expect the worst. Besides, this isn't a Mystery item yet. It's far from that level. In terms of hardness, I can only say that it has reached the limit of its own material. "
Dorcas said, "That's just a general concept … Let's put it this way. If I were to use a sword and strike with all my strength, would he be able to block it?"
Angor looked at Dorcas cautiously. "What do you mean?"
Dorcas replied, "I'm just looking for a reference."
Angor considered. "I'm sure it'll work. But even so, don't even think about trying. "
"I'm just asking. I don't want to try it." After Dorcas finished speaking, an excited expression appeared on his face. "If he can really block my sword, then I believe in its toughness … If only my sword could be as tough."
The truth was revealed.
Angor was wondering why Dorcas mentioned using a sword to cut the mirror. It was not a shield, so why would he do that? Now he understood that Dorcas was just laying the foundation, and a solid foundation at that.
Dorcas looked at Angor with a hopeful look. He blinked his eyes, as if to say, "Don't forget what you said before."
Angor considered for two minutes and said, "I can help you reforge the red sword."
Dorcas' eyes lit up.
Angor quickly said, "Don't be so happy just yet. I have two Fang Eucs now. The first is Fang Eucs. Give me the sword and materials now, and I'll spend a day to reforge it. The second is Fang Eucs. Let me think about it first, then I'll reforge it for you."
"Which one will you choose?"
Dorcas answered without hesitation, "The second Fang Eucs."
"The second Fang Eucs? Alright, I understand. "
On the surface, Angor nodded calmly. But in his mind, he had a "I knew it" look on his face.
The two Fang Eucs he gave were actually the same.
This was the difference between early and late crafting. As for … thinking about it?
For other alchemists, it would take a long time, or even years, to think about something. But for Angor, the time he spent on alchemy was so short that it was almost negligible.
Angor's two Fang Eucs were actually just one Fang Eucs. However, due to the unequal information and the art of language, Angor knew that Dorcas would definitely choose the second option.
And so did Dorcas.
Of course, if Dorcas chose the first option, Angor would not refuse.
If Dorcas' weapon was already damaged, Angor would reforge it right away. However, Dorcas' weapon was not damaged, and it would take some time for him to get used to it. This was why Angor set up a verbal trap to lure Dorcas into it.
"When we get back to Brute Cavern, I'll reforge your longsword for you," Angor said casually, "You'll also need time to get used to it. Brute Cavern is safe, so you can rest easy. "
Dorcas nodded excitedly and did not think too much about Angor's words. There was only one thought in his mind. Angor gave him a timetable for the reforging! And it would be soon!
It seemed he had to prepare the materials before going to Brute Cavern.
Next, Dorcas asked Angor about the materials he might need for the crafting process.
After confirming everything, Dorcas left Angor's soundproof room with a satisfied look.
However, before he left, Dorcas said something, "I looked at the Unbreakable Mirror carefully just now. I didn't see anything special from the outside. Later on, I thought for a while and suddenly thought of something. "
"When you finished the Unbreakable Mirror, Adanis went to the Chamber of Poetry. She went there through the mirror.
"If there is no special effect on the outside, maybe it's inside the mirror?"
With these words, Dorcas left.
Angor could tell that Dorcas was guessing, but he was also trying to find out.
However, Dorcas didn't manage to find out anything and just left … This actually showed his attitude and stance.
Wizards were always open-minded. As long as there were details, they could easily deduce the answer. And Dorcas was right.
The mystery was not outside the mirror. It was inside the mirror.
Angor didn't really care that Dorcas was right. He already considered dragging Dorcas to Rabbit Mountain and acting as a middleman in the Crystal of Dreams.
After all, Dorcas knew about the mirror domain.
However, Angor did not care about Dorcas' guess. He was worried about other people. If Dorcas could figure it out, maybe Count Black knew it too?
Angor considered for a moment and decided not to think about it.
If the Black Earl guessed it, then so be it. After all, the Black Earl might enter the Mirror Realm in the future … Adanis was following the Black Earl.
Since Dorcas did not want to tell him, Angor decided to pretend that he did not know anything.
It would not be too late to tell Dorcas when they "accidentally" met in the mirror domain.
…
After Dorcas left, Angor was left alone in the soundproof room again.
After meditating for an hour, he entered the Unbreakable Mirror.
The buffer space was still the same as before. There was a thin layer of mist on the ground, and the room was surrounded by magic furniture. It looked like a luxurious room for a noble.
Before Angor left, Laplace closed her eyes on the sofa and logged into the dream wasteland.
Now, Laplace was still here, but her appearance had changed.
Laplace left the sofa and controlled her silver hair to form a "chair monster". Not only could she sit on it, but she could also control the "chair monster" to move.
It reminded Angor of Summerdew. Summerdew was sitting on a bamboo basket, while Laplace was sitting on a chair made of hair.
As soon as Angor stepped into the mirror, Laplace opened her eyes.
"Seems like you've dealt with the Black Earl?"
"… That's not right," said Angor.
"No, I didn't. Count Black actively avoided prying into the Unbreakable Mirror."
Laplace didn't ask why the Dark Earl would avoid talking about the Unbreakable Heart Mirror. He only replied, "The buffer space of the Tea-Tea Mirror is very important. Before it is completely stabilized, it is best not to let outsiders enter."
Angor didn't bother to correct the way Laplace addressed him. "I understand."
After briefly explaining what happened to Count Black, Laplace spoke in an impatient tone, which was rarely seen in Angor. "You're in a human market right now?"
Angor gave Laplace a puzzled look. "Yes, I'm not sure why Laplace brought up the Wizard Fair. I'm in Billon Tree Court. "
Laplace said, "Since it's a human market, there should be a bookstore, right? Can you bring me a book on how to catch fish? "
"How to catch fish?" A book?
In the end, he nodded. "Yes, but I don't know if they have any here." Laplace was trying his best to look calm, but Angor could not hide the eagerness in his eyes.
At least, Angor did not see any books about fishing.
Even if there were such books, they wouldn't be in a supernatural market.
Laplace sighed in relief after hearing Angor's answer.
"Is fishing … fun?" Angor hesitated for a moment.
Laplace's expression froze. "It's not about whether it's fun or not. It's … very special."
Laplace refused to admit that fishing was fun. She believed that her obsession to catch a fish came from the bottom of her soul.
There were no fish in the Mirror Sky Sea, but there were plenty of things from the outside world, which Laplace could easily obtain. However, in the dream wasteland, she could see fish with her own eyes, but she couldn't catch them. This was a huge blow to her self-esteem.
Of course, she could go down and catch fish, but for some reason, she didn't want to. It was as if he was fishing for fish in the water. He had the illusion that he had ruined the "ritual".
She just wanted to catch a fish herself.
Laplace felt that as long as he could catch a fish, he would be able to resolve his unwillingness.
As long as she could catch a fish, even if it was just a small one, she would no longer be obsessed with that water area.
That was Laplace's inner thoughts.
Angor didn't know what was going through Laplace's mind, but he had a feeling that Laplace's madness reminded him of Old Padt.
Old Padt loved fishing the most when he was alive. Unlike the fishermen who fished for survival, Old Pat's fishing was more like a hobby.
He would sneak out of bed in the middle of the night and stay there from morning to night.
When Angor was little, he asked Jon about it. Chown replied in a sentimental tone, "Adults also need time alone … Besides, your father may also be missing your mother."
Back then, Angor did not understand the meaning of "adults need to be alone". But he did understand the latter part of the sentence and believed it.
This was because his mother, Habasha, had once fallen into a tributary of the Koozan Waterfall. Although she was quickly rescued, because she had been soaked in the water for too long, her body suffered from side effects, and she passed away not long after.
So Old Padt really missed his mother when he was alone by the river.
Back then, Angor even shed some tears in secret.
One day, Jon was invited to go fishing with Old Padt. Jon had never fished before, but after catching a fish, he happily went to the river with Old Padt. It was then that Angor realized that Clown was still him.
Alone time for adults? Forget it.
Angor wasn't interested in fishing himself. But after what happened to Old Padt and Jon, he began to understand the magic of fishing. It seemed that Laplace had already fallen into such a temptation.
Why was Laplace interested in fishing? Was it because he looked like a fish?
Angor shivered. He didn't want to think too much about it.
Well, at least it wasn't a big deal. Maybe he could talk to Jon about it.
Oh, right. Jon didn't know about it yet. Maybe he could tell him about it next time he went to the dream wasteland.
Maybe Laplace could learn all the fishing skills she wanted from Jon.
"Why do I smell something strange on you?" Laplace suddenly spoke up. "You're wearing a strange smell."
Angor quickly came back to his senses.
Laplace was sniffing at something. Finally, her gaze landed on his hand … or more accurately, a metal box in his hand.
Laplace could tell that the strange smell was coming from the box. She could use her senses to check what was inside, but she didn't do it.
"You're talking about the potion box." Angor glanced at it. "Yeah.
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