No matter what, free stuff was always the best option. Even though he despised it in his heart, his hands didn't slow down. He put on the windbreaker in a few moves.
Once the black and white checkered windbreaker was draped over his body, it automatically fitted him. There was no impatience during the movement.
Angor set up an Ice Wall and checked the windbreaker using the ice. He didn't like the color, but it looked nice on him. Angor felt like he was wearing the "Count of Freaky" in fairy tales.
"It fits. But it's missing a hat," said Sunders. Devildare stiffened a little and took out a pure black top hat from his space ring.
There were two discs on the top of the hat, which also had the same creepy smile on them. But this time, they were black and white. Angor could tell that the hat was the same as his clothes.
Devildare chuckled awkwardly. "If Mister Phantom didn't remind me, I wouldn't have noticed the hat. Heh."
Angor didn't have the energy to complain about the design of the hat. He was already wearing the "Count of Freaky" clothes.
Angor took the hat and noticed that it was enchanted with a level-3 cantrip called Purification Field.
Purification Field was an upgraded version of Purification. Within the range of Purification Field, the wearer would not be affected by dust, germs, or heat. It could be said that this was the most common and mainstream magic trick that could be used on clothing.
Just the purification force field alone made this hat more expensive than the windbreaker. No wonder Devildare didn't tell Angor about it. He had to wait until Sunders reminded him.
"Thank you, Mister Azure Lion. With these items, I'll have a better chance of closing the tunnel at Lady's Juice," said Angor with a smile.
Devildare hesitated for a moment before he nodded. "As long as Twilight Well can be restored as soon as possible, I'll … forget about the rest."
Angor paused. Devildare was not going to pursue the matter of Twilight Auction anymore, was he?
"Thank you. I'll do my best," said Angor as he lowered his head.
Devildare would not be infected, so he had to help Sunders lure away Frog Chanter and Fox Harp at Twilight Auction House. Sunders and Devildare spent the rest of their time discussing their plan.
While the professor was talking, Angor quietly put the scroll into his space bracelet. He then untied a pouch from his waist and placed it in his hand.
On the other side, Toby was observing Angor's new clothes. The bird circled around Angor and waved its wings while chirping.
Toby's intention was clear. He wanted the same clothes as Angor's.
Angor stroked Toby's feathers. "I'll make one for you when we get back to Brute Cavern."
As an alchemist, Angor couldn't spend his entire life crafting items. He was also planning to dabble in tailoring. Making a coat for Toby was also a form of practice. Anyway, Toby only wanted the appearance, so he could make it with ordinary cloth.
Toby stopped at the top of the hat happily after getting a satisfactory answer. Soon, Toby made a small dent on the top of the hat so that he could sit more comfortably.
About half an hour later, Sunders finished their discussion, and the three of them left the manor in a single file.
When they walked past the main hall, Angor saw dozens more people inside. Some were floating, some were sitting, and some were leaning against the wall, thinking. They were all wizards from the three major clans who just got rid of the parasites using Sunders' help. Some of them didn't even change out of their clown outfits.
Most of them were still feeling awkward because they lost their minds after being infected by parasites. They didn't dare to look at Sunders in the eyes and kept their heads lowered.
Devildare walked to them and said, "We'll deal with the mist later. Stay here for a while. Follow Hannibal, the master of Amber Dragonwing, and figure out how to deal with this. How to restore Twilight Well, and how to explain this incident.
"As you can feel, your physical strength and reflexes have more or less improved. This is a great opportunity for most wizards. You can use this as an excuse to explain the mist. I hope we'll have a solution by the time we get back. "
None of the wizards in the hall had reached the path of truth yet. Once they left the manor, they would be targeted by parasites, so they had to stay here and wait. To ease the awkward atmosphere, Devildare simply gave them the task of "rebuilding" the manor.
With that said, the three wizards left the manor.
Not long after they left, Hannibal Barca began to talk about how to regain the trust of the customers in the hall. There was no need for awkward conversation. After everyone had a common goal, the atmosphere became much more lively.
Twilight stood up and spoke in a soft voice, "I'm feeling a bit bored. Let's go to the balcony and get some fresh air."
Hannibal Barca gave her a meaningful glance and sneered, "It's too foggy outside. You might get lost."
Twilight went to the balcony and looked at the three wizards who were walking toward the mist. She stared at the young man in the checkered windbreaker and sneered.
…
Outside the manor, inside the mist.
When the three wizards were about to go their separate ways, Angor approached Devildare and handed the pouch in his hand to Devildare.
Devildare glanced at the ordinary-looking pouch. He didn't need to look to know what was inside.
Sunders stopped as well. "I saw it when you put in the scroll. You made a space storage?"
Angor nodded. "I couldn't have collected so many greyspace microbes without your help, professor."
Sunders only smiled and looked at Angor with even more enthusiasm. When he was building the Sorcerer's Garden, he also collected a lot of greyspace microbes. He had been wondering if he should sell them, but Angor gave him such a great surprise.
Greyspace microbes were expensive, yes. However, space storage was even more expensive. Some of them were ten times or even a hundred times more expensive.
Since Angor could make space storage, there was no need to waste greyspace microbes. With that in mind, Sunders grinned.
Devildare knew how Sunders felt. He was also envious of Angor's wealth. Twilight Well also had greyspace microbes, but they didn't have an alchemist who could make space storage.
Unfortunately, Angor and Twilight Well didn't have a good relationship. Or else … Devildare narrowed his eyes. So what? He could make up for it slowly. How could Twilight Well prosper if an alchemy genius went on a killing spree over a small mistake?
Devildare made up his mind. When this was over, he would talk to Twilight and ask her to let go of her grudge for now. After all, Angor had Sunders' support. It wouldn't be easy to do anything to him.
Lion Princess died in the mist incident, but her soul was brought out of the auction hall by Sunders. She was not strong enough, but there was still a chance for her to recover.
Normal auctions weren't like big ones. They would be lucky if they could get more than ten thousand coins in a day. The auction was stopped for a few days, but the loss wasn't as big as expected.
Since this was an acceptable loss, Devildare began to think about the long-term. Angor's alchemy skills were not bad. His items could be used as the last item in an auction. For Twilight Well, befriending Angor was much better than alienating him.
Wizards always valued people based on their own interests, so it was normal for Devildare to change his mind. He still didn't like Angor, but that didn't mean he couldn't work with him.
While Devildare was thinking, Angor opened the pouch in his hand. "Here are five space necklaces. I've named them according to their colors: Black Butterflies, Gray Butterflies, White Butterflies, Orange Butterflies, and Pink Butterflies.
"Apart from the Black Butterfly Heart, which only has 3 cubic meters of internal space, the other four Butterfly Hearts have all reached 5 cubic meters."
Angor handed the pouch to Devildare. "These five space necklaces should be worth about a hundred thousand magic crystals in total. Consider it as paying back my debt to Twilight Well."
Devildare took the bag and scanned it with his spirit feeler. Just as Angor said, the data was correct.
The total value of the five space necklaces was more than a hundred thousand magic crystals. Devildare considered for a moment and took out the "Black Butterfly Heart" and handed it back to Angor.
"The value of these four spatial necklaces is enough. Take this necklace back."
Angor didn't say anything. He put away the Black Butterflies and prepared to go to Lady's Juice alone.
Sunders suddenly walked to him and patted his shoulder. "I thought you'd sell the things Greya gave you. But you really did manage to gather a hundred thousand magic crystals in half a month."
Angor didn't show any expression, but his eyes showed a hint of pride.
"So, don't forget that I'll give you the next half month." Sunders waved at Angor and disappeared into the mist together with Devildare while Angor was still in a daze.
When Angor realized what was going on, Sunders was long gone.
Angor grimaced. He wanted to buy some more time. But he wouldn't have time to rest for the next month.
He sighed and returned to Lady's Juice alone.
…
Back at Lady's Juice, Angor went deeper into the nest without being stopped. The colorful dragonflies acted as his bodyguards again and followed him while praising Shava.
Angor ignored the dragonflies and climbed to the top of the nest to wait for Sunders' orders.
Since he had nothing else to do, he decided to observe the mist passage ahead.
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