The newcomer was wearing a pair of shiny black leather boots. Angor looked up and saw a familiar handsome face.
"Professor?"
It was Sunders.
Angor had no idea why Sunders suddenly showed up in front of him. Was Sunders here to congratulate him for crafting a tiered item?
That shouldn't be the case. Sunders shouldn't be interested in such things.
Angor looked at Sunders curiously, only to see the old man staring at the blood-red crown with a doubtful look.
"Why does this look so familiar?"
Familiar? Angor frowned. The red-haired woman asked him to craft this crown. Why did Sunders find it so familiar?
Sunders frowned. "Who asked you to craft this item?"
Angor told Sunders that he was going to craft an item for someone when he was training in seclusion. However, he only gave a brief explanation, and Sunders did not ask about it.
But why did Sunders suddenly ask about it now? And why did he barge into Angor's training room? Angor looked at the crown that was still glowing red. Was there something else about the crown that he didn't know?
Angor considered for a moment and briefly explained what happened. He also showed the scroll with the crown on it to Sunders.
Sunders frowned even harder after reading the scroll. "Is that Tainted Blood Eureka?"
"But she left Fey Continent two years ago. She shouldn't have returned so soon. And she has red hair. Maybe she's the one from Valley of Storm? That doesn't sound right. "
Angor didn't understand a single word Sunders said.
"Professor, is there something else about the crown?" Angor asked curiously.
Sunders hesitated. "The crown looks like a lost treasure."
"Lost treasure?" Angor was puzzled. "Whose treasure? Did someone ask me to make a fake one? "
He didn't know what the lost treasure was, but the first thing he thought of was that someone asked him to make a fake to distract the public. Maybe he would end up being the scapegoat.
Angor didn't know what to do with the crown now.
The originally gorgeous crown had suddenly become a hot potato.
Sunders didn't explain the details of the lost treasure. "It's up to you whether you want to make the deal or not. Since that woman is willing to trade in Floating Mech City, I don't think she'll do anything to you. "
"Teacher, do you mean that I can hand over the crown?"
Sunders nodded. "There are plenty of fakes in the market. It won't hurt to have one more. Besides, I don't think she'll do anything to me even if she's a newbie from Valley of Storm. "
However, Sunders still had a condition.
"However, it's best that you don't continue to get involved in this matter. This matter involved the discord between two major adept organizations, as well as the replacement of an adept-controlled kingdom's royal authority. Once you hand it over, don't worry about it. Don't agree to any of their demands. "With that, Sunders prepared to leave.
Before Sunders left, he couldn't help but ask, "What's the name of the treasure?"
Sunders already disappeared from the soundproof room.
"The Crimson Crown," someone whispered into his ears.
…
Angor left Blossom Manor with the crown.
Angor was still thinking about the "Crimson Crown" when he was on his way to deliver the items.
He wasn't unfamiliar with the name. Not long ago, he heard someone mention the same name in Dark Castle.
A naked figure appeared in his mind, but it didn't look sexy at all. Instead, it was filled with sorrow and death.
It was a mortal woman he met in Dark Castle who was "bathed" in her blood. She tried to seduce Angor into healing her, and then she died in agony. Once she died, she turned into an undead spirit.
Angor's "Prelude to Rebirth" was the first bullet that landed on the undead woman's body.
She didn't tell Sunders her name. She only said that she was the 13th daughter of Goman King. Because the Crimson Crown was lost, she was framed as a criminal and sold to another place as a slave.
From what she said before she died, Angor knew that she didn't steal the crown. She was just a poor woman who was slandered by the elder princess.
Angor didn't think too much about it when he first heard about the crown. But now, when he thought about the "lost treasure" and "the replacement of a kingdom controlled by wizards", he couldn't help but think about the story behind the item.
The more he thought about it, the more Angor's forgotten memories came back to him.
Something else came to his mind.
In fact, he had already heard of the Crimson Crown before he met the woman in Dark Castle.
Lady Mirror, one of the three ancestor souls of Brute Cavern, told him about the Crimson Crown.
Lady Mirror mentioned the crown because she was reading "The Handbook of the Most Handsome Wizards in the Modern Wizarding World" back then. When she was reading Thewis' book, she mentioned the Crimson Crown.
They claimed that a wizard named "Tainted Blood Shadow Sting" had stolen the Scarlet Crown. Thewis accepted Goman King's request and went to hunt down this Tainted Blood Shadow.
When she mentioned that Thewis left Fey Continent and fled to another place, Lady Mirror showed a sad face.
Angor suddenly felt uneasy when he put all these together.
He once met Thewis … not at Fey Continent, but at his homeland — Vichy Harbor in the Old Earth.
He and Mara were at the harbor, preparing to board The Redbud and head to Fey Continent. Thewis, on the other hand, had just docked on The Redbud and entered the Old Earth.
At that time, it was only an insignificant meeting. But when he thought about what Lady Mirror said, he realized that Thewis came to the Old Earth to hunt down the thief of the Crimson Crown.
Angor felt uneasy. His family was at the Old Earth after all.
But the Old Earth was huge, with many countries and hundreds of millions of people.
Those two wizards wouldn't happen to hurt his family, right?
Angor suppressed his worries and went to the Mithril Street in the main city.
Then, he found a small shop called "Storm".
When he walked into the store, there was only a brown-bearded old man covered in a blue robe.
"Welcome. How may I help you, sir? We have the best Storm Rocks here. They were just delivered from Storm Valley. "The old man smiled at Angor.
Angor looked around and saw that it was a shop that specialized in "Storm Rocks".
Storm Rocks were a kind of ore that was formed by storms all year round and carried violent wind energy. They could be used for alchemy or to support the casting of wind spells. It was a common consumable material, and most wizards would carry some with them.
Angor also had Storm Rocks in his bracelet, but he didn't buy them. He looted them from Dark Castle.
Of course, he didn't come here to buy Storm Rocks. This was the address given by the red-haired woman.
"You got the purest Storm Rocks from Storm Valley? You must be close to the place, aren't you?" Angor asked in a casual manner.
The old man chuckled. "Don't you know that Storm Shop is run by Storm Valley?"
"I see." Angor's eyes glinted. So the person who asked him to make the fake Crimson Crown came from Storm Valley. "It's my first time here, so I don't know anything about it."
"Don't worry about it. What kind of storm rock do you want, sir? I can recommend it to you." The old man walked out from behind the counter and approached Angor with his eyes narrowed into crescents.
"I don't need Storm Rocks right now. I'm here to look for someone."
"Someone?" The old man's eyes glinted. "Who are you looking for, sir?"
Angor took out a tattered leather scroll from his bracelet and slowly opened it in front of the old man. When he reached the redness, the old man quickly grabbed the scroll and stopped Angor from reading further.
At the same time, he cautiously glanced outside the shop. After making sure there were no Magic Eyes around, he whispered, "Oh, it's Mister Padt. Miss Eliza is downstairs experimenting with a new spell. Please follow me."
Compared to knowing that the woman's name was Irisa, Angor was more interested in the new spell. Was she a wizard?
Apprentices generally referred to cantrips as spells. Only the spells used by official Magi could be considered as spells.
Angor remembered that the red-haired woman looked like an apprentice. Was she hiding her true strength?
Just as he was feeling curious, the old man had already brought him to the entrance of the basement of Storm's restaurant.
The door wasn't closed, but the old man stopped first. "Please wait a moment, Mister Padt."
Angor knew what the old man meant. The energy inside the door was extremely violent. It was definitely wizard-level energy. Angor would die if he stepped inside with his current strength.
It took a while for the energy to calm down. A woman's voice came from inside the door. "Come in."
The old man stayed behind and asked Angor to go in alone.
The familiar voice told him that it was the woman who asked him to make a crown for her.
Angor walked in. He didn't check the messy training ground. Instead, he locked his eyes on the woman in the middle of the training ground, who was wearing a tight-fitting leather jacket that exposed her midriff.
Her short red hair and the strange smiling mask were proof of her identity.
Angor didn't expect that the woman who asked him to make a fake crown was really a wizard!
As he told Greya, Angor believed that he was only good enough to help apprentices make crowns. He had never thought that an official Magus would come looking for him to make a magic item.
"We meet again, Mister Padt."
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