Leonrick walked up to Angor and invited him to take a seat while introducing himself.
Angor glanced at his guest. Cyndia accepted his gaze with a smile, while Margot blushed and lowered her head when Angor glanced at her.
Leonrick pointed at the middle-aged lady on his right. "This is my wife, Cyndia."
He then pointed at Margot and sighed. "Why are you lowering your head, Margot? Come and apologize to Mister Leonrick."
Margot quickly stood up and bowed to Angor in a shy manner. "Mister, last time, it was I-"
Before Margot could finish, Angor moved his eyes away and looked at Leonrick. "Save your breath. No need to apologize. You've already done what you deserve. I won't hold you accountable."
Margot was stunned.
Angor didn't seem to care, but Angor didn't care about her at all. Margot's well-prepared apology turned into a blush.
Angor was trying to hold it in.
Angor obediently sat on the left-hand side, which was the most distinguished seat apart from the host's according to the traditional noble etiquette.
"How should I address you, mister?" Leonrick sat down and carefully considered his words.
Angor was going to tell Leonrick his real name, but since he already used a pseudonym at Magician's place, he might as well keep it up. "Mask."
It was very impolite not to say his name, but to say a codename that he didn't know. Leonrick's expression stiffened a little before he continued, "Mister Mask, I see. Margot was too rude a few days ago. I know you said you won't hold me accountable, but as a father, I still feel bad about it. Please allow me to apologize on behalf of my daughter, mister."
With that, Leonrick poured himself a glass of wine as punishment.
Angor didn't interrupt him this time, which made Margot, who was sitting on the side, feel wronged.
When Leonrick was done, Angor smiled. "I accept your apology."
Angor's words surprised everyone. Didn't he say he didn't need to apologize? Why did he say that he accepted the apology now?
It took Leonrick a while to realize that Angor was indirectly saying that he did not teach his daughter well. Leonrick could forgive Margot's rudeness, but he knew exactly what caused Margot's rudeness — poor upbringing.
Therefore, he didn't blame Magda for her apology, but he forgave Leonrick for his apology.
No one here was an idiot. They understood what Angor was trying to say. Margot's eyes reddened. Just as she was about to say something, her mother, Cyndia, pressed down on her thigh. Cyndia gave Magda a warning glance, and when she turned her head she was all smiles again.
"Sigh, it's all my fault for not teaching my daughter well. Margot is my only child and she's used to being arrogant. From now on, I'll hire the strictest etiquette officer to teach her. For the next six months, I'll keep a strict watch on her until she changes from inside out. "
Leonrick's words sounded like a no-go order. Margot wanted to argue, but Cyndia pressed her down hard under the table. She could only nod reluctantly. "You're not going anywhere. You're not going anywhere. You're not going anywhere.
"Let's stop talking about this. You didn't invite me here just for this, did you?" Angor didn't have time to waste on family drama.
He picked up a delicate glass from the table. Leonrick signaled a waiter to add wine, but Angor stopped the waiter and sent a stream of mana out of his body model.
With a gentle shake, the cup was filled to the brim.
"Alcohol can interfere with your emotions and mind. I like plain water better than wine. " In fact, Angor wanted to say "tea is my favorite", but he was afraid that Leonrick would really serve him tea if he said it out loud. Of course, Leonrick was referring to milk tea, not the weird fermented tea that common nobles liked to drink.
Angor's "creating something out of nothing" shocked everyone in the room.
Leonrick finally regained his composure and spoke in a calm manner, "I invited you here to apologize, sir. There's something else I need your help with."
Angor looked up and signaled Leonrick to continue without saying anything.
Leonrick didn't speak right away. Instead, he signaled Cyndia to take Margot away. After that, he dismissed everyone in the hall, leaving only the butler to wait on him.
"I just want to know if Mister Mask is a legendary … wizard?"
Angor paused. He wanted to find a chance to ask Leonrick if he knew anything about wizards, but Leonrick already asked before he could do so.
"Of course, it's fine if you don't want to answer, sir. I'm just curious, "Leonrick quickly added when he saw Angor's hesitation. He was worried that Angor would be unhappy about it.
Angor smiled. "Of course I can. But before that, how did you learn about wizards, Count?"
Leonrick answered without hesitation. "My family has been around for nearly nine hundred years. We have a lot of secrets. There's a mention of wizards, but I've always treated it as a legend. "
"Can I have a look at those documents?"
Leonrick hesitated for a moment. His family had too many secrets, some of which were too dirty. Some even talked about the secrets of the royal family. He couldn't make up his mind to show them to an outsider.
"I'm a wizard," Angor said calmly.
Angor didn't explain the difference between apprentices and wizards. To mortals, they were all the same.
Leonrick looked at Angor's answer with a hint of fear. He closed his eyes and sighed. "Wizards really do exist in this world. The rumors are true."
"The world of wizards and mortals don't meet. Wizards usually don't disturb mortals' lives either. " What Angor didn't say was that wizards didn't disturb mortals' lives because there was too much of a difference in power. Have you ever seen someone fight against an ant for no reason? No matter how evil a wizard was, he wouldn't interfere with mortals' lives.
"Mister Mask, the secrets of Griffin Family are kept by the head of the family. Outsiders are not allowed to read them according to family rules."
"If you must, I can show it to you, Mister Mask." Leonrick paused for a moment before he continued, "But can I ask a favor of you, my lord?"
Using a family secret to ask a wizard for a favor? Leonrick didn't think it was reasonable at all. It was like a person who wanted to take away a rice ball pushed by a dung beetle. Would the person ask the beetle for permission?
Leonrick's heart was in a mess.
Angor didn't answer for a long time. Leonrick wanted to give up and take out the scroll to ask for Angor's forgiveness.
"I'll give you a chance." Angor spoke again.
Angor didn't say yes, but he didn't say no either. Leonrick's careful request reminded Angor of himself not too long ago. Back then, he was also in a different position compared to Lotus.
He understood Leonrick's uneasiness, but it wasn't enough to make him agree.
At most, Angor gave Leonrick a chance to explain himself out of sympathy. As for whether he would agree or not, that would be another story.
Although Angor didn't say yes, Leonrick was still surprised and quickly explained his request.
"I don't want to ask for anything for myself, Mister Mask." Leonrick sighed. "Water Grasse may be the most prosperous city in the world, but as the manager, I know there are too many places in the city that I can't reach. What I seek are things that I can't touch, things that I don't even have a way to resolve. "
"You mean the gray forces? Baal? "Angor raised an eyebrow.
"No. No city is completely clean. Where there is white, there is black. So, Barr's existence is not a problem for me. "
"Then you're talking about … magicians?"
Leonrick shook his head. "I don't have the right to ask you for help, Mister Mask. I'm talking about something that normal people can't solve. Maybe you can. "
"Something that normal people can't solve?" Angor was curious.
"This matter, we have to start from a year ago …"
A year ago, someone in Water Grasse suddenly contracted a strange disease and was sent to Golden Cross Medical College. At first, he didn't show any symptoms. But as time went by, his body began to weaken. He couldn't move at first, then he couldn't speak, and his eyes became dull. Finally, he became like a living dead. He still had some basic physiological symptoms, but his reaction was that of a dead person.
More than a hundred cases of the disease had been reported since a year ago.
"All the professors in Golden Cross Medical College took action. Some family members even volunteered to donate a 'living dead' for dissection. But the result was still the same.
So, can I ask you to take a look, Mister Mask? "
Angor was surprised by the request. Leonrick talked for a long time, but he didn't mean it for himself. It was for the people. If there was nothing fishy going on, Leonrick, the count, must be one of the most powerful nobles in the world.
Angor had no idea how to treat diseases. He knew a little about both medicine and western medicine, but all he learned was theories. He could only rely on guesses when it came to treating diseases. However, he did not have stage fright. After all, he did not necessarily have to agree to this condition.
"What's the basis for the diagnosis of the strange illness you mentioned?"
"I didn't expect you to find it so soon, Mister Mask. The reason why it's a strange disease is because of the initial symptoms …"
"All the patients have one thing in common."
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