Jellal's question made all the Transcendents understand what he meant.
If there were Section Ephemera here, they would give up on the idea of improving their talent or spirit power. They would just get a Section Ephemera for each of them, and the problem would be solved perfectly.
The apprentices felt a little uncomfortable after hearing Jellal's words. But after giving it some thought, they realized that it was not a bad idea. If there really were Section Ephemera that even wizards needed, they could also exchange it for potions to improve their talent. It would take a long way, but they might even earn a favor from the wizards.
Therefore, the Apprentice Adepts were happy to see this happen.
Outside the banquet hall, Flora was yelling and yelling. "Section Ephemera! Ahhh! I want one too! These people are so shameless! Let me in! I want to join the banquet! "
As for Angor's opinion, they never considered it at all. They would just give him some compensation when the time came. So what if they did not? What could a mortal do?
"Do you have it?" Jellal asked again.
Greya looked at Jellal with a half-smile, then at Angor, who remained expressionless but whose trembling arms showed how nervous he was.
A moment later, Greya opened her folding fan and covered her expression. "Hohohoho, Section Ephemera? Of course I have it. It's my special dish."
All the wizards widened their eyes in surprise.
Sabot was even more shocked. Floating Mech City was a large wizard organization, but it was also a well-developed city for trade. More than half of the money in the wizarding world would be sold here. Sabot knew the value of Section Ephemera very well. Besides, he often visited Sky Auction House, so he knew more about the inside story than others. Section Ephemera was man-made. It was said that a wizard created it with an original spell. Original meant that it was difficult to replicate, and Section Ephemera was exactly what "original" meant. For nearly a hundred years, Section Ephemera was sold exclusively, and very few were sold.
Sabot never thought he would run into the creator of Section Ephemera here! If he could get on Greya's good side … He might not get the exclusive right to sell Section Ephemera, but if he could get a few of them occasionally, he would make a fortune!
With that in mind, Sabot began to look at Greya in a different way.
"Not just Section Ephemera, but also Secret Snowy Tree Cakes, Clouded Raccoon Soup Set, Demon Crab Meal, Magic Steam Whirl …" Greya listed a long list of dishes. Some of them could help develop one's brain, some could remove mana barriers, and some could open up mana vortices … All of them were very attractive to wizards.
"I want Section Ephemera!" Jellal said with certainty.
Heroline and Sabot frowned at Jellal's arbitrary decision. Heroline wanted brain development, while Sabot wanted magic enhancement. But it seemed like they could only choose one. In the end, the two of them did not say anything. Section Ephemera was not bad. Even if they did not use it, they could just sell it for what they needed. There was no need to offend an alchemist with the title of "Mithril Innovator".
"You're not the one making the decision." Greya pointed at Angor's direction.
"He'll agree," Jellal said without hesitation.
Jellal looked at Angor with a complicated expression. Thanks to this young man, he was able to enter Barbie's Restaurant this time. Otherwise, he would have lost face in front of other apprentices. Even so, Jellal did not feel grateful at all. Instead, he became angry at Angor for some unknown reason.
Jellal felt a bit of hostility toward Angor, but he did not act shamelessly in front of everyone.
"Angor, is it? If you choose Section Ephemera and give me your share, I'll give you a Potion of Austere Night, which can increase your maximum spiritual power by two points. "
Jellal looked at Greya without waiting for Angor's answer. Potion of Austere Night was very useful for apprentices. However, its value couldn't be compared to the Section Ephemera at all. A hundred bottles of Potion of Austere Night might be enough to buy a section of a Section Ephemera's tail.
Angor was a bit angry at Jellal's words, but he did not let it out. He kept taking deep breaths and told himself, "Relax."
Ever since he boarded The Redbud, Angor felt that he could not control his own fate many times. This time was the worst, but he did not dare to disobey. As Jon always said, "a wise man submits to circumstances", and "a little impatience spoils great plans". Angor wanted to act like a young man, but in front of the absolute power gap, he had no choice but to control his temper and put on a proper attitude.
"Do you have a choice now, young man?" Greya asked Angor with a smile.
Greya did not think Angor was wrong to choose either of the Section Ephemera and the custom-made package. Her own package might not be better than the Potion of Austere Night, either. This was why Greya did not stop Jellal from speaking. Otherwise, with Angor's golden card authority and the rules left behind by "that person", Greya would definitely interfere.
Angor remained silent for a while and said, "I … I'll choose Section Ephemera."
Jellal nodded when he heard the word "Section Ephemera". As for "I'll choose", Jellal simply ignored it.
"But before I make my decision, can I ask you something?"
"Heehahaha! Of course! As a golden card VIP, all your questions will be answered with the highest standards as long as you're in Barbie's Restaurant," Tom Weasel showed up out of nowhere.
Angor glanced at Mara, who was puzzled at first, but he soon understood what Angor meant.
Mo Luo probed, "You want to ask about your teacher?"
Angor nodded and slowly explained Jon's condition to Greya. Of course, he did not mention Jon's real background. He only emphasized the changes in Jon's body and his current condition.
Greya raised an eyebrow and thought for a moment. "Your teacher's body is failing on its own? His limbs are shrinking? "
Angor nodded. Mara added, "I used Disease Detection on his teacher. There's nothing wrong with him."
No cause? His body is failing on its own?
All the wizards present had the same answer in their minds. However, none of them spoke first. Heroline, who had been keeping a low profile, broke the silence.
"When there is no cause, the body is failing on its own. It's very likely that the world's consciousness is rejecting it," Heroline paused and said in a casual tone, "Your teacher might not be from this world."
Everyone nodded. Greya also agreed with Heroline's opinion.
Angor did not say anything. He knew his teacher was not from this world, but he did not dare to say it out loud. Mara helped him again. "I used Dispel Bewilderment to check. His teacher should be from this world. The result is that he's definitely a human. Unless … there are humans in other planes apart from our Wizarding Realm. "
Mara's words confused everyone again.
Humans only existed in the Wizarding Realm. This was common knowledge in the wizarding world. Humans from other planes or planes were either moved there by the Wizarding Realm, or they were humanoid creatures. Real humans from other planes could not exist here.
Besides, even the descendants of immigrants from the Wizarding Realm would not be rejected by the world's consciousness when they returned. In other words, as long as one's ancestor had human blood, he or she would not be rejected by the world's consciousness even if he or she was showing the appearance of a humanoid creature.
Not to mention that Jon was a purebred human!
Everyone was dumbfounded. Heroline thought for a moment and said, "If he's a human, then he shouldn't be rejected by the world's consciousness. Hmm … If it's not an illness, then it's probably a spell like a curse. "
Mara was about to say that there were no traces of spells on Jon, but Heroline explained, "Maybe it's caused by some otherworldly ability from other planes, which is why spells cannot detect it."
Thus, with everyone's comments, Chown's' illness' was determined.
Angor wanted to see if Greya had any food to save his teacher. If she did, he would try to get it even if he had to offend Jellal.
However, Chown's "illness" had been distorted by everyone's imagination. If they ordered food according to Chown's "illness", they would definitely not be able to save Chown.
The cause of Jon's illness was actually "an alien from another world, and a lack of acclimatization".
Angor did not dare to explain. He could only laugh it off.
"Any more questions? If not, I'll start making Section Ephemera ~ "
"That's all, madam —" He bowed to Greya and was about to leave when he suddenly remembered the itch on his shoulder. "Oh right, there's one more thing I need to ask. It's about myself …"
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