Not long after the butler left, Baal came to visit Angor.
"I've asked around, and even asked the most knowledgeable scholars. But no one knew anything about 'Pocratee'," Baal said respectfully. Barr said respectfully, "Later on, I even asked some of the old professors in the academy, but still, no one knew."
But I'm sorry to come here without any information, sir. Well, it's a coincidence. A few days ago, one of my men saw this snake symbol by accident. He mumbled that he had seen something similar before, so I paid attention to it. Then, following this clue, I really did find a person. "
Barr rambled on about his small achievement, and then told the rest of the story.
His follower saw a "snake coiling around a scepter" pattern not long ago, which was very similar to the "black snake coiling around a cone" pattern Angor gave him.
After Barr asked carefully, he followed this clue and finally found a woman.
The woman's family owned a small medical clinic, which had a "snake coiling around a scepter" symbol on its flag.
According to the woman, her grandfather had seen this symbol in an ancient book in the Central Library. It was said that this symbol always appeared in the books of some doctors. It seemed to be the belief of some doctors, or the totem of some medical school. At that time, her grandfather had marked this symbol in his mind. Later, on a whim, he used this symbol on the flag of his medical clinic.
"Unfortunately, her grandfather passed away a few years ago, so she didn't know which book recorded it. In order to complete the task given to me by my lord, I sent my men to the central library to search for it using this symbol as a clue. However, even after flipping through all the medical books, I still couldn't find anything similar to this symbol." Baal's face was filled with regret as he continued, "Unfortunately, her grandfather passed away a few years ago.
"I thought about it. Either the book was lost, or it was placed in the library's secret vault," Baal said. Barr said, "But I guess the possibility of losing it is not high. Who would deliberately steal a medical book?"
"Vault of Ancient Tomes? What's that? "
"A fully-enclosed vault built to protect ancient books. It's right under the central library. But no one can enter without the permission of the curator." Barr made a helpless face. "The people in the library are all stubborn. I've used all kinds of methods, but they won't open the secret vault no matter what."
Angor nodded. Old people were always stubborn. Maybe they were stubborn, or maybe they were pedantic. However, it was also because of this group of people that knowledge could be passed down very well.
"I see. You don't have to worry about it." Angor considered for a moment and decided to end the matter here. He would deal with the rest later.
He cleared his throat and lowered his voice. "I have one more question. Do you know any famous enlightening teachers in Water Grasse?"
Baal didn't give him an answer. Water Grasse was a huge place with thousands of jobs. Enlightening teachers were like nursery teachers on Earth. They were important to a person's growth, but they weren't important. Of course, Baal wouldn't pay much attention to them. "I'll ask around for you, sir."
Baal was quite efficient. Not long after he left, he returned with a book in his hand. Angor didn't know how Baal got his hands on the list of the most famous enlightening schools in Water Grasse.
Angor checked the booklet. There were even names of retired teachers.
After sending Baal away, Angor began to read the booklet.
Now that it was the school season, he did not intend to disturb the students' normal class time. Therefore, he did not intend to choose from those who were in active service. Instead, he looked at the list of retired instructors.
Based on the previous reviews, Angor circled a few people, memorized their addresses, and left the bay area.
Around dusk, Angor came back with a kind old woman in her seventies. She was wearing a blue dress.
Her name was Trusan. After careful consideration, Angor decided to choose the most gentle, neutral, and disciplined teacher. She was also the only enlightening teacher who was willing to teach full-time.
After taking care of Trusan's food and lodging, Angor took her to Dodoro.
"I've told you about Dodoro's condition. He has forgotten almost everything. He can't even remember basic knowledge or language. Apart from being able to walk, he's like a baby. I'm sorry to trouble you, "Angor said.
It was the first time Trusan saw a student like this. She looked at Dodoro, who was almost twice her size, and felt a little worried. She wasn't young anymore, and she didn't have the strength to control her child.
However, when she saw Dodoro's clear eyes, which were as clear as the sky after a rain, she slowly calmed down.
She had taught many children in her life, and she had seen the eyes of all kinds of children. Sometimes, she could tell a child's personality from their eyes. They could be naughty, lively, or introverted, and she would teach them according to the child's aptitude.
But Dodoro's eyes were something she had never seen before. They were so pure and innocent that she felt her soul would be saved just by looking at them.
It would be a pity if such a person who exuded peace and cleanliness from the depths of his heart remained so foolish.
"Don't worry. I'll do my best." Trusan's smile became more sincere.
Angor nodded. "I won't interfere with your teaching. But don't try to teach him anything that's too extreme. Also, don't try to make him remember his past, or it might hurt him even more. As for everything else, please do as you please. I believe you'll paint this blank piece of paper in your own way. "
…
Trusan's teaching method wasn't fixed. She would take Dodoro to see the wild and nature, and sometimes, she would take him out for picnics. She would teach Dodoro some knowledge in a relaxing and entertaining way.
Sometimes, she would take Dodoro to the downtown area and tell him stories about ordinary people, such as the ways of the world, and family matters. Even though Dodoro didn't react much, Trusan didn't stop talking. She was like an old grandmother who was telling stories to her grandchildren. Thanks to her nagging, Dodoro was able to pick up more vocabulary.
He used Infinite Reticence to follow Trusan for a day and was satisfied with her teaching method. Now, he no longer paid too much attention to Dodoro. Instead, he would talk to Trusan about Dodoro's progress during dinner every night.
One day, the sky was getting dark.
In a large manor on the outskirts of Water Grasse, Leonrick was pacing back and forth in the hall with a worried look on his face. Occasionally, he would sit down and take a sip of wine, but after that, he would start pacing back and forth in the hall again.
His daughter, Margot, was sitting in front of a table, resting her chin on her hand while playing with her tableware. No one knew what she was thinking.
This was what Cyndia, the mistress of the count's manor, saw when she came to the main hall.
Cyndia glanced at the butler who was holding a cup of wine. "How long have they been like this?"
The butler secretly gestured "two" and whispered, "It's been two hours."
Cyndia nodded helplessly. When Margot came back to her senses, Cyndia walked to Leonrick and spoke in a gentle voice, "What's there to worry about? He accepted the invitation. Whether he comes or not, we've shown our sincerity. Besides, it's not time yet. We don't know if he'll show up. "
Leonrick sighed. "You don't understand. If he's really a wizard, even the entire Zeal Dominion won't be able to stop him, let alone Water Grasse."
"But he didn't do that these days. I think you're worrying too much, "Cyndia said as she dragged Leonrick to a seat." Don't think too much. Just wait here. If you keep drinking and walking around like this, it won't look good when that mister sees you like this. "
His wife was right. It wasn't good for him to smell like alcohol before the guest arrived. But … he was still worried. After all, the guest was a supernatural!
Suddenly, the clock in the corner rang. It was already eight o 'clock in the evening. There was still half an hour left before the time stated on the invitation.
According to the unspoken rules of the banquet, no one would arrive on time. Usually, they would arrive half an hour earlier. Leonrick thought to himself. If that person was willing to come, he should be on his way right now.
Leonrick was still lost in his thoughts when the door to the hall was pushed open and a guard walked in.
"Sir, the guest has arrived."
"He's here?" Leonrick was still trying to process the information when Margot suddenly stood up. "He's here!"
The father and daughter said the same thing, but their intonations were different. One was filled with confusion and bewilderment, while the other was filled with joy and surprise.
Both Cyndia and Leonrick looked at Margot at the same time, which made her blush. "I … I'm …"
Leonrick stopped his wife. "Stop talking. Apologize to the guest and go back to your room. Don't come out."
Margot panicked. "Dad?! What do you mean? For me to leave halfway is disrespectful to the guests! "
While speaking, Margot winked at Cyndia, signaling her to leave.
In the past, Cyndia would always stand by her daughter's side no matter what happened. But today, Cyndia also put on a serious face and stood on her husband's side.
They had lived for more than half of their lives. Of course, they knew what Margot was thinking. There was nothing wrong with a young girl's love poem. But they had to consider who the poem was meant for first.
Margot was "silenced" for a week, and it didn't teach her how to read the situation.
Before Margot could say anything else, footsteps came from outside the door.
A row of knights walked in and slowly separated into two sides. They raised their lances and placed them on the ground, making a uniform sound. Then, they all took off their helmets and half-knelt on the ground.
As the guests approached, the knights lowered their heads one by one.
This was a knight's way of greeting.
In the center of the knights, a young man wearing a black-and-white checkered windbreaker walked in.
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