Three days later, when the Month of Frigid Earth arrived, Angor finally finished constructing the model of Voice Transmission with the help of the tablet.
When other Apprentice Adepts tried to construct a new cantrip model, they would need to use up 3/4 of their mana pool. The main reason for this was that the level of the other Apprentice Adepts was equal to the level of the cantrip.
However, when it came to constructing the model, Angor used less than one-thirtieth of his mana pool, which meant his level was much higher than the cantrip level.
Singularity Dispersive Meditation was one of the reasons for this. There was basically no bottleneck in his training, and it was highly efficient. Secondly, in the plane passageway, his training speed was several times faster. He couldn't focus on his research when he was in the plane passageway, so he could only focus on his training. As a result, he had reached the required level, but he was not strong enough yet.
Luckily, he still had other secret weapons in case of a real fight, so he was not in a hurry. As for cantrips, he had to find more time to study them. After all, the cantrips he needed to learn now required him to understand and integrate knowledge. He could not learn them immediately.
After studying Voice Transmission, Angor decided to study "Heal", which was one of the cantrips he needed to learn.
Before he could begin his research, someone knocked on his door again.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw an old man with a pale face.
The old man trembled in fear when he saw Angor. "Mi-Mister Mask … I … I …"
After trembling for a long time, he was unable to utter a complete sentence.
"Mister Mask, Tyrael has reflected on his actions these days and realized his mistake. Please forgive him, mister. " It was an old woman whose face was covered in wrinkles. Angor recognized her. She was Doctor Caroline, a national treasure.
As for the trembling old man, it was Tyrael, who used to be so arrogant. After being tortured by the horrible illusions for three days, Tyrael was nothing but a skinny bag of bones. He even lost 70% of his vigor. He no longer looked as arrogant as he did before.
"I've punished him. Do not disturb me again." Angor did not want to waste time on unimportant matters, so he closed the door without hesitation.
When he returned to his living room, he stopped studying Heal and began to think about Tyrael's visit.
He wasn't thinking about Tyrael himself, but rather the fact that these people had come to visit him one by one. Barr and Magician aside, Leonrick and Tyrael must've investigated him in secret before finding out where he was.
The investigation was fine as he had no intention of hiding his tracks. However, this group of people were disturbing him without the slightest restraint. This caused him to feel somewhat displeased. This wasn't a tavern where anyone could stay or leave.
He thought for a moment and asked Trusan to stay at home for the next few days. Then, he set up a few illusion nodes near the house and constructed a basic illusion.
The illusion wouldn't do any harm to the human body. However, Angor had incorporated some of his thoughts into it. Anyone who stepped into the illusion would be affected by the nightmare aura. As for what would happen in the end, Angor didn't want to think about it. There was always a price to pay for disturbing his thoughts, right?
Following the moonlight, Angor walked along a serene waterway and arrived at the center of the bay area.
There was a spacious square where the floor tiles were arranged in a fan-shaped pattern. In the center of the square was a statue of a pensive old man who was reading a book. Around the statue was a fountain.
During the day, people would play with the birds and pigeons, listen to the music of the entertainers, and enjoy their daily lives.
But now, it was late at night. There was not a single person in the square. Apart from the whistling of the night wind, there was only the sound of the fountain that continued to flow.
Angor lowered his hat and slowly walked to the end of the square. There was a multi-towered hall that looked like a church.
This was the Central Library, the most prestigious library in Water Grasse.
There were several armored guards standing guard in the front hall, but none of them noticed Angor's presence. They all turned a blind eye to him.
Angor walked through a long hallway with irregular colored glass windows and arrived at the first floor of the hall. Dozens of bookshelves were arranged neatly in front of him, each of which was labeled with a category. However, he ignored them and kept moving forward.
According to Baal, there was a passage leading to the basement at the end of the hall. Angor's destination, the Ancient Tomes Vault, was right there.
Angor ran into several teams of night guards on his way. However, thanks to Infinite Reticence, no one tried to stop him.
Angor reached the vault without any trouble.
The key to the vault was divided into three parts, each of which was controlled by the librarian and the two vice librarians. Anyone who wanted to enter the vault would have to get permission from the librarians first.
Angor didn't care about that. He reached his spirit feelers into the keyhole and gently opened the complicated lock.
After entering the vault, Angor set up an illusion in front of the door so that no one would notice his presence.
The vault wasn't big. There were only about a dozen bookshelves. The place was filled with a stale smell, but there was no dust. Someone must have cleaned the place regularly.
Without wasting any time, Angor began to read the books one by one.
According to the woman who ran the clinic, her grandfather saw the picture of "a snake coiling around a scepter" in one of the books. Instead of reading carefully, Angor controlled his three Hands of Spell to read four books at the same time. He would stop whenever he saw a similar picture.
His reading speed was extremely fast, and he finished a book in a few seconds. Since he was reading four books at the same time, he was even more efficient.
Time slowly passed by as he flipped through the pages …
…
While the Bay Area was sleeping peacefully, the lights on the mainland of Water Grasse were still brightly lit. Tarot Harbor, the busiest inland trading port in Zeal Dominion, was especially bustling.
The sailors who unloaded the goods and the merchants who collected the goods changed batch after batch. There was also an endless stream of ships docked at the harbor. Many of them had arrived at Haimen in the morning, and there were many who lined up to enter the harbor until night.
Such a lively scene would last until the end of the Month of Frigid Earth. After that, Tarot Harbor would enjoy three months of peace until the first part of the Month of Blossom, when the sea area was unsealed again.
"Is it your turn to change shifts? How many ships are coming in today? " The man in charge of the docks saw a man wearing a black cloak and a night watch walking toward him from afar.
This man was a night worker who had been transferred from the Sea Gate. The so-called Sea Gate was actually similar to the city gates on land. It was responsible for registering the stay of outsiders and issuing temporary residence permits. However, the Sea Gate only registered ships, and it was even busier than the city gate. Even when the city gate was resting, the Sea Gate was still divided into two shifts, which showed how busy they were.
The night watch man shook his head. "I don't know. Judging from the number of ships, it'll take two or three days. I heard the Paradise Sea was unsealed again. Looks like ships from the Wode Empire and the Nove Empire are coming. We won't have time to rest then. "
The person in charge of the docks patted the man's shoulder. "It's just these two weeks. After this period of busy work, you can rest for three months. At that time, being on duty at the Sea Gate will become a job that everyone envies."
The night watch man did not comment. "I can rest for three months, but I'd prefer to work at the city gate. It's more stable."
Just as the two of them were talking, there was a commotion in front of them. The sailors and porters all stopped. Some of them shouted, "The ship sank! Go save them! "
The night watch man turned around and his eyes widened. "Oh no, it seems like something happened at the Sea Gate! I'll go take a look! "
After the man finished speaking, he turned around and ran along the shore towards the Sea Gate.
There were six ships on duty at the Sea Gate. They were all near the railings of the Sea Gate. When the night watch man rushed to the railings, he found that it was indeed the ship that was in trouble!
A ship about fifteen meters long had its keel broken in the middle. It was now like a "V" and was gradually sinking into the sea.
The parts that were not in the sea were being burned by flames. In order to not be burned alive, the night watch man who was still alive had to jump into the water. Under the moonlight, the sea sank and sank. Cries for help could be heard everywhere.
The sailors on the shore and the night watch men on the other ships all jumped into the cold sea and swam to the people who had fallen into the water.
"What the hell is going on? Why did the ship break in the middle of the keel?! "The night watch man exclaimed.
Screams, cries for help, cries for help … In this mess, no one noticed that an inconspicuous canoe was slowly sailing into the Tarot Harbor at a leisurely pace.
After the canoe docked in the harbor, a man in black leather boots stepped onto the shore.
"I'm rusty … I actually used a third of my magic power to cut down a ship." The man in leather boots moved his shoulders and muttered to himself.
As he came ashore, a cold wind suddenly blew around him. Several of the oil lamps in the dock were also blown out by the wind.
The man in leather boots used his hand to press down on the wide brimmed cowhide hat that was fluttering in the wind. "Ah, ah, ah, so enthusiastic, so impatient. As expected of my little cuties."
As his voice fell, three small black shadows suddenly landed on his shoulders.
At the same time, the wind stopped.
The small shadows moved closer to his ear and whispered something. The man in leather boots nodded and walked into the depths of the night.
When they left the harbor area, the small shadows gave more than ten small gray bags to the man in leather boots. Then, they let out a strange laughter and blended into the night.
The man in leather boots looked at the small bags that were still twisting in his palm and his mouth opened into a sinister smile.
After the man in leather boots put away the small bags, he walked all the way to the central area. When he walked into a deep alley, he suddenly turned his head and looked at a shadow.
"Come out. You've been following me for so long, why don't you dare to show your face?"
The man in leather boots stared at the shadow. After a while, a small shadow walked out with hesitant steps.
The man in leather boots stretched out his hand. "Come here."
The small shadow hesitated for a moment, but still jumped onto the man in leather boots' palm.
"Speak, what's the matter?"
The small shadow slowly walked to the man in leather boots' ear and whispered a few words. The man in leather boots raised his sharp eyebrows. "You've been seen? Ah, ah, ah, this is going to be difficult. "
The small shadow bowed guiltily.
"I see. You can go now."
After the shadow left, the man in leather boots whispered, "Interesting. There's someone here who can sense the Krakoks …"
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