Chapter 49
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When Angor left Barbie's Restaurant, the moon had already climbed up from the horizon.
The starry sky was reflected on the surface of the sea. The dark sea looked as if it was covered with a carpet of fireflies. It was a beautiful sight. A wave surged up, shattering the ripples of the firefly, and rippling the gentle moonlight.
For Angor, what happened today was beyond his imagination. He could not tell whether it was good or bad yet. But he knew it was time for him to bid farewell to his ordinary past.
Standing in front of the child-like restaurant, Sunders spoke slowly, "Go back to The Redbud tonight and pack your things. Flora will come to pick you up tomorrow morning."
He nodded to Angor and waved his cane to order the demon falcons who were on standby to send Angor back to the deck of The Redbud.
Angor stood on the deck and watched the two people flying away. The bright starry sky was the background, and the giant cloud whale was Canaan. Tomorrow, he would also board a wandering vehicle and start a new journey.
The road ahead was long and unknown. It was easy to lose one's way. He stood on the deck for a while until he saw a lot of people standing around him. He finally woke up with a start.
"Hey, what did you do in the building over there?"
"What's it like inside? Oh, right, what's your name? Are you from the Tower of Hurricane? "
"Who's that on the bird? Do you know them? "
"Why did that strange ballet dancer take you inside? Do you know them? "
All the talents on The Redbud surrounded him and asked him questions. Angor looked around. Some were envious, some were jealous, some were curious, some were flattering, and some were indifferent.
Even if some of them were unruly or slanderous, Angor still felt at ease.
When he was in Barbie's Restaurant, he always felt like he was walking on clouds with nothing to rely on. For a mortal, it was already good enough for him to stay calm in the restaurant.
Now, he fell from the clouds and returned to the ground.
The noise, noise, and immaturity of the talents around him all told him that he had returned to the mortal world. This inexplicable contrast made him feel at ease.
Perhaps, this was the mentality that a mortal should have when he was still a mortal.
He did not answer the questions. He only apologized to the crowd and walked back to his room step by step under the confused gazes of the crowd.
It was destined that he would not be able to sleep tonight. Both Angor and the others on The Redbud.
Angor leaned against the window and pondered.
The gentle moonlight filled everyone's line of sight. The sparkling waves on the surface of the sea reflected into his clear eyes.
The world was impermanent. Where was it a moment ago, and where was it a moment later? The journey of life is always full of unknowns. He continued on his journey anxiously. Whether it was wind, rain, or rolling waves in front of him, they were all just scenery halfway through his journey.
He even thought that maybe he could study the religions and philosophies of Earth after this night. Whether it was religious doctrines or Chicken Soup for the Soul, weren't they all the same?
He only regained his senses when the moon was high in the sky.
He would leave The Redbud tomorrow and embark on a new journey. His cheap teacher gave him one night to pack his luggage. He could not waste it here.
Angor quickly got to work.
The first thing was to pack his luggage. He did not have much luggage. Apart from some clothes and some daily necessities, most of his belongings were the books he bought in Moonwater City. There were two big wooden boxes in total.
Most of the books in the boxes were rare leather books. There were only a few paper bound books. They were not as finely made as nobles' books, but they were still fine among the common folk.
Angor really wanted to take the two boxes of rare books. To him, books represented knowledge. Nothing was more important than knowledge. Both Jon and Sunders had told him that.
But … he could not carry two boxes by himself.
Should he ask his teacher to help him? The image of his teacher helping him carry the boxes was too embarrassing. Angor did not dare to think about it.
After thinking for a while, Angor decided not to carry the two boxes.
He had already scanned the books in the boxes into his hologram tablet. He did not want to give them up because of his love for rare books.
Since he did not want to carry the boxes, he had to find a suitable owner for them. Throwing away books was not the style of a book lover.
He only knew Mara, Alan, and his sister on the ship. Mara was not a peer, so it was not appropriate for him to give books to Mara. Besides, Mara might not be interested in books written by ordinary people.
So, Angor decided to give the two boxes to Alan and Alan.
It was 11 o 'clock at night. Angor did not know when he would leave tomorrow. Even if Alan and Alan were already asleep, Angor planned to check on them.
Perhaps the illusion of food during the day caused a large number of injuries to the talents on The Redbud. When Angor walked through the narrow corridors, he could clearly hear people screaming in pain. Some were crying alone.
Angor felt more and more sad as he walked.
He was not a saint, nor did he sympathize with the injured. There was only one source of his sadness.
He felt sad when he saw people at the bottom of the wizarding world who could not control their own fate and ended up like this.
Especially when he knew the truth of the illusion.
It was just a mirage that appeared naturally when a gourmet wizard was making food.
No wizard was trying to suppress you. It was just an unintentional aura that sent all the talents on the ship into endless terror.
What else could he say? This was the fate of the weak in the wizarding world.
Angor himself was such a weakling right now. His sorrow was only a melancholy for the fate that they both had no control over.
After walking through several intersecting corridors, Angor found Alan and Alan's room.
The siblings' room was at the end of a branch in a corridor. They were opposite each other, so they could look after each other. This must be Mara's arrangement.
When Angor arrived, he was surprised to see the door of Aleen's room slightly open. Sobs came from inside. He also heard Alan's soft comforting voice.
Angor did not act like he was eavesdropping. He knocked on the door gently and pushed it open when he heard "come in".
Angor opened the door and was surprised to see not only Alan and Alan but also Mara in his black robe.
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