When Angor arrived at the signal tower, it was still bright outside. By the time he came out, the Goddess of Night had already pulled up the curtain of darkness.
The bright moonlight burned a hole in the curtain, and the light poured onto the vines as if covering them with a thin layer of snow.
Angor walked on the "snow" in such an environment.
He wasn't alone though. Not only did the night wind come with him, but also the wood spirit and Dangros.
However, the wood spirit hid in his pocket and didn't even dare to look outside. Dangros, on the other hand, placed two fingers on Angor's shoulder and looked at the Billon Tree Garden in the dark.
"Are we going to find Oleo?" Dangros asked curiously when he saw Angor walking toward the Clan Tree.
"No need. Oleo will come back on his own."
Dankros asked, "Where are we going now? Are we going back to wait for Oleo? "
Angor walked through the Clan Tree Garden and along the main street until he reached the business district with the worst light pollution. "Let's look around here and see if we can find any suitable materials."
Of course, he was referring to the materials needed to make the hat for Doriz. Galatea didn't tell him the specifications of the hat, but since he agreed to help, he didn't want to be too careless.
After all, he was going to engrave his alchemy emblem on the hat.
Dangros immediately gave up when he heard that he was going to have to walk around outside. He was still thinking about how the main character of Apothecary of Strange Flame was going to tame the legendary fire in the sky. He just wanted to go back and continue watching the TV series.
Angor patted Dangros' shoulder with a smile. "You can come and pick the materials too. I'll need your help later."
Making the hat … There weren't many practical uses for Dangros, but Angor decided to let him pick some materials so that he could motivate him.
On the other hand, when Dankros knew that he had to choose the materials and use them for the refinement later, his dispirited expression immediately perked up.
He knew that alchemy was the best way to prove his worth. If he wanted to follow Angor in the future, he would have to put in more effort in alchemy.
In alchemy, Dangros usually needed to smelt materials, cast them, and mold them. The knowledge of materials was also one of the things it had to learn.
Maybe Angor was asking Sunflower to pick the materials as a test?
Dankros thought about a lot of things, but in fact, Angor didn't intend to test him at all.
Seeing that Dankros had regained his spirit, the first shop he went to was Silver Waves Under the Moon, which sold metal ores.
"The material you need to choose is for the hat brace and the curtain. The hat brace is the key to shaping the shape of the hat. As for the curtain … it's just a decoration made of metal. Whether it's the hat brace or the curtain, you can choose the material you need."
He stood aside and signaled Dankros to make his own decision.
Dankrose took a deep breath. He believed that this was still a test, so he had to make a serious choice.
It leaped up and landed on the counter of the shop. Under the astonished gaze of the shop assistant, it extended its five fingers and quickly moved around the shop.
Fortunately, the shop assistant heard the conversation between Angor and Dankros. Angor didn't hide his aura, so the shop assistant knew that he was a wizard, and most likely an alchemist.
Even if they saw Dankros running around the counter, they didn't stop him. They just stood aside and waited for Dankros to make his choice.
There were semi-finished metals in the shop, and raw ores that hadn't been processed at all.
The former was mostly the choice of non-alchemists or beginners. Real alchemists, on the other hand, would mostly choose raw ores. They would start from smelting, and the final product would be perfect.
Dankros was no stranger to alchemy, so he naturally chose the latter.
Dankros hopped around on several shelves of raw ores.
Several minutes later, Dankros returned empty-handed. The first thing he said when he came back made the shop assistant's expression change.
"Why do I feel like the ores here are making me uncomfortable?"
Dankros seemed to be implying that there was something wrong with the ores. The shop assistant's expression changed subtly. If Angor wasn't here, the shop assistant would have rolled up his sleeves and kicked Dankros out.
"Do you have a choice?" Angor asked.
Dankros remained silent for a moment. He then dragged Angor to a shelf and pointed at the black ores inside. "This one makes me feel the most uncomfortable. How about this?"
Dankros kept stepping back while pointing at the ores. He didn't want to touch too much of the ores' aura.
Dankrose's words made the surrounding shop assistants dumbfounded. They had thought that Dankrose was here to cause trouble, saying that the raw ores here made him uncomfortable. Why did he choose the raw ores that made him the most uncomfortable?
Angor noticed the confusion in the shop assistants' eyes, so he smiled and nodded at Dankros.
Dankros immediately turned into a ball of fire and floated to Angor's shoulder. When he landed, Dankros reformed into the shape of a hand.
Seeing this scene, the surrounding shop assistants seemed to understand something.
The shop was called "Silver Waves Under the Moonlight". It was a difficult name to pronounce, but one could easily tell from the name that it was selling Moonsilver.
Moonsilver was a material that could be developed, contained, and expanded greatly. Due to Kusiluo's further research on moonsilver, moonsilver had become a mainstream material in the southern region, especially when used in mechanical alchemy. It was almost indispensable.
Moonsilver could contain all kinds of elements. Since the shop had "waves" in its name, it meant that most of the Moonsilver in the shop came from the sea and had certain water properties.
The shop assistant didn't recognize Dankros' race and thought it was a "clone". However, the "fire" proved his identity.
Dankros was a fire elemental spirit.
It was normal for a fire elemental spirit to feel uncomfortable with water.
After figuring this out, the shop assistant naturally understood everything.
"This one," Angor pointed at the ores Dankros chose and spoke to the shop assistant.
The shop assistant smiled politely. "This is a Moonsilver ore found in the depths of Devil's Sea. It has the highest concentration of water element in the shop."
The shop assistant kept bragging about the ores in order to sell them at a high price.
He was telling the truth. However, ores with high concentration of water element were difficult to balance the energy inside. It was a test of an alchemist's skills. The shop assistant didn't mention this.
Angor didn't mind. It wasn't hard for him to melt this Moonsilver. Besides, Dankros chose it himself. As long as the price wasn't too high, Angor didn't mind.
In the end, the shop assistant asked for three hundred magic crystals.
This was lower than Angor expected.
Angor thought the shop assistant was going to ask for more than six hundred magic crystals. But it turned out the price was less than half. Angor was surprised.
Angor looked at the shop assistant's flattering expression and understood.
He acted so carelessly that the shop assistant realized that he wasn't going to buy the ores to explode. He was really capable of making the ores. In other words, Angor was probably a real alchemist with some tricks up his sleeve.
Any shop assistant wouldn't want to offend such an alchemist, so he didn't ask for too much.
Angor paid the money and left the shop under the shop assistant's eager gaze.
Next, Angor went to a shop that specialized in antique platinum. He asked Dankros to choose a tough and malleable platinum thread for sutures.
After buying the hat support and sutures, Angor needed leather and gauze.
Leather for the hat cover, and gauze for the curtain.
However, Angor didn't find any suitable materials after walking around the shopping street. Instead, he learned from an old tailor who specialized in witch clothing that high-quality leather and silk could be found at tea parties.
The one with the most connections was called Woodson's Tea Party, which should have the materials he wanted.
In the past, Angor would have just ignored it. After all, no matter how wide the channels of the tea party were, it had to be a witch to participate in it!
Angor could turn into a witch, but he wasn't like Dorcas. He almost never paid attention to a witch's appearance, so he couldn't pretend to be one. It was fine if he didn't get in. But if he got caught, he would be in big trouble.
However, on second thought, he wasn't alone now. Didn't Portia send Charlie over? She even said that she wanted Charlie to be his temporary assistant.
This was like giving him a pillow when he needed it. He could just ask Charlie to go to the tea party and buy the materials for him.
Or … he could ask Dorcas to do it.
He remembered that Olao had mentioned that Dorcas wanted to bring him to a tea party. That tea party seemed to be Mu Zi's tea party.
Angor showed a grateful smile to the old tailor and left the shop with a knowing look.
It was worth mentioning that the old tailor was a man.
…
After returning to Starry Street, Angor tried to find leather and gauze materials, but he still didn't find anything suitable.
Angor considered and decided not to look for them.
Tomorrow, the White Sun Mirror Domain's annual gathering would be held. He could go there and see if he could find any suitable materials. If he couldn't find anything, he would leave this problem to Charlie and Dorcas and try his luck at Woodson's Tea Party.
Angor returned to the inn and walked to the soundproof room.
The room looked the same as before, which meant Olao didn't pick up Charlie yet.
Angor didn't wait for Olao. He asked Souling to guard the door and let Wood Spirit and Dankros out to continue watching Apothecary of Strange Flame.
He quickly walked to the soundproof room, took out the Unbreakable Heart Mirror, and entered his heart space.
It was almost nine o 'clock. Uriel in the real world should be asleep by now, and the Uriel in the Dream Crystal would be in a state of "dreaming".
Only in this state could Luigi carry out the daily challenge of Main Mission 3.
Normally, Angor wouldn't watch Luigi's challenge. He only wanted to know the result. But today was different. He wanted to see Uriel's reaction when Luigi performed Sbro's Three Chapters.
By observing Uriel's reaction, Angor could analyze his micro-expressions and read his preferences.
This way, Angor would be able to make specific choices in the future.
When Angor arrived at his heart space, Luigi quickly came to greet him. Judging from the man's anxious expression, Uriel had already entered his "dream" state.
Uriel's "dream" state lasted for different amounts of time each day. If Angor missed it, he would miss out on one challenge.
Luigi was worried that Angor would miss out on today's challenge if he came too late.
That was why he was so anxious when he saw Angor's arrival.
"Log in. I'll be right there." Angor signaled Luigi to go online.
Luigi nodded and took a deep breath. "I've prepared well for today. Even if I can't clear the main mission, I'm confident that I can get into the top ten."
With great confidence, Luigi logged into the Dream Crystal.
When Luigi appeared in his room on the first floor, Uriel was already waiting for him on the couch.
Maybe it was because Uriel could hear Luigi's performance every time he "dreamed". His expression was no longer as stiff as it was the first time. Instead, his eyes were filled with curiosity.
However, Uriel couldn't speak or do anything in his "dream" state. He could only watch Luigi walk to him, pick up his harp, and perform different songs every day.
Uriel was already looking forward to today's performance.
However, in the dim light and the blurry shadows, Luigi could see that Uriel was still the same as before: dejected, confused, and daydreaming.
Still, Luigi didn't care about his dreams. He only had one goal: to perform.
As usual, Luigi introduced the song he was going to perform. Even if Uriel never said anything, Luigi wouldn't skip this step.
This was part of his self-cultivation as a performer.
After the introduction, Luigi's expression turned serious. He picked up his harp and closed his eyes, trying to find the right feeling.
Until the moment the spiritual light flashed, Luigi's fingers moved, forming an afterimage. In an instant, the musical notes were like mercury flowing down the ground, carrying with them turbulent and surging waves as they rolled over …
Angor stood outside the dungeon and observed everything.
He was worried that Uriel wouldn't react to the music in his dream state. But now, it seemed that his worry was unnecessary.
Uriel still looked dejected and dazed, but his eyes were much more lively than before.
His eyes would dim because of a sad melody, but they would also brighten because of a high-spirited note.
It was just a simple change in Uriel's eyes, but it gave Angor hope to clear the dungeon.
During the 15-minute performance, Angor memorized every single one of Uriel's eyes. For now, he couldn't tell which song Uriel preferred. But that didn't matter. He wasn't omniscient. He could leave Uriel's preference to Broy.
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