It was the first day of the Month of Rain.
Under the faint light of dawn, he pushed the soft quilt away, got out of bed, and walked to the window in a daze.
He was going to pull down the curtain and go back to sleep. He had been busy for half a month, and this was a rare chance for him to rest. But when he walked to the window, he noticed that the window was pushed open for some reason. The bone-chilling morning breeze blew into the house.
Angor's sleepy mind was instantly awakened by the wind.
He yawned and scratched the hair on his head that stood up because of his nap. He turned around and looked at the bedside table.
There used to be an extinguished oil lamp on the delicate wooden drawer. At this moment, the oil lamp was gone, replaced by a luxurious and exquisite wooden bed. White gauze curtains hung around the small bed, but the translucent curtains couldn't hide the "spring scenery" on the small bed.
A gray bird was covered by a warm yellow down quilt. The bird's chest was moving up and down rhythmically. If one listened carefully, they could even hear the bird snoring.
Of course, Angor knew who the culprit was from the scene in front of him.
Toby must have been scared by Greya's torture at Phantom Island, so he came to The Tributary to sleep in the middle of the night. Most importantly, even he had woken up, but Toby was still sleeping!
Angor shivered and tried to wake Toby up. But his hand was halfway out when he retracted it.
Never mind. Sleeping like this, he must be exhausted.
He had been staying in The Tributary for half a month, but compared to what happened in Blossom Manor, he could imagine how miserable Toby must have been under Greya's whipping.
After letting Toby go, Angor enjoyed the morning breeze. Since he was already awake, he did not plan to go back to sleep. However, his mind was still a little groggy since he just woke up, so he did not hurry to wash up. Instead, he pushed open the door beside the window and walked to the balcony.
He was now on the balcony of his bedroom on the third floor of the xeno lab. There was a long path outside, which led to a small stream about two kilometers away. On both sides of the path were undulating dense forests and valleys. The mountain mist was blowing from the dense forests.
He looked at the green world around him and stretched his body. He let out a long sigh as the cool breeze blew against him.
Standing on the balcony for a while, looking at the green nature, he felt his mind slowly returning to the right track. He decided to go back to his bedroom and wash up.
Suddenly, Angor stopped moving. His ears twitched.
He seemed to hear someone singing on the other side of the col. But if he listened carefully, it seemed to be an illusion. He could only hear the rustling sound of the mountain mist.
Perhaps it was an illusion? He pushed the door open and entered his bedroom.
But just as he stepped into the bedroom, he heard another song.
It wasn't an illusion! Was someone really singing?!
He turned around and looked at the mountain in the distance. The Tributary was huge. The distance between each Xeno Laboratory was hundreds of miles, and each Xeno Laboratory had a radius of tens of miles around it. The Xeno Laboratory belonged to its owner. If an outsider stepped into the area without the owner's permission, they would be killed. After all, the people in the alien laboratory were basically doing important experiments. If they were disturbed, it was very likely that all their previous efforts would be wasted.
Judging from the distance, Angor didn't think the voice was too far away. It was probably only a few miles away.
Who would dare to barge into his autonomous region? Wizards from other Xeno Laboratories? If that was the case, it would be too rude.
Angor considered for a moment. He put on a gray robe and jumped out of the balcony.
No matter who it was, Angor had to be cautious if anyone stepped into his territory.
With this in mind, he quickly ran toward the source of the sound.
Two minutes later, Angor stood on top of a tree and looked at the top of a col several miles away. He felt relieved.
At the top of the col, there was an iron house with legs on it. Smoke was still rising from the chimney above his head. The song came from the house.
He thought it was a stranger who broke into his territory. So it was the Iron Fortress.
The Iron Fortress was free to move freely in The Tributary. No one would or would dare to stop them. Iron Granny, who lived in the Iron Fortress, looked like a kind old woman. Angor once asked Angor about Iron Granny, but Sunders didn't tell him anything. He only warned Angor not to be rude in front of Iron Granny in a serious tone.
That was the first time Sunders ever warned Angor about etiquette, even though he knew Angor had never made any mistakes in etiquette.
It was obvious that Iron Granny was no ordinary woman.
Since the song came from the Iron Fortress, Angor didn't think too much about it. Maybe Granny Granny was holding a banquet.
With that in mind, Angor decided to return to his room. But he only took a few steps when he heard the song changed again. It was a song he was very familiar with — City of Sky?!
Angor looked at the Iron Fortress in confusion. The music boxes with City of Sky were in Lady Mirror, Lydia, and Toby's hands. Why was the Iron Fortress playing this song? Did Iron Granny invite Lady Mirror to the banquet?
As he pondered, the Iron Fortress seemed to have noticed him.
The Iron Fortress turned around and hopped toward Angor's direction with its long, thin limbs. Hoot! Hoot! Hoot! Hoot! Hoot! Hoot!
Angor was planning to leave. But since he was already discovered, he decided not to leave right away. Instead, he waited for the Iron Fortress to arrive.
The Iron Fortress stopped in front of Angor, and a wooden ladder slowly slid down from the top.
Angor quickly climbed up the ladder and opened the door of the house.
Standing in front of the door, Angor could hear the City of Sky music even more clearly. The more he listened, the weirder he felt. The City of Sky was lowered in certain rhythms, and some strange musical instruments were added. It didn't seem to be the original version.
Angor raised an eyebrow. Such changes made it sound more meaningful than the original version.
Angor stepped into the house with a strange feeling.
The furnishings in the tin house hadn't changed. It was still a hut full of things. There were flowers, potted plants, and bookshelves. It looked neat and warm. There were fruits and tea on the table. It was full of the taste of "home".
Lady Mirror wasn't here. Only Iron Granny was sipping tea with her eyes closed.
Right in front of Iron Granny, there was an octagonal music box in the cabinet where the crystal ball was placed. The music box was playing City of the Sky.
"Good morning, Angor." Iron Granny opened her eyes and gave Angor a kind smile.
"Good morning, Granny." Angor bowed back.
Iron Granny asked Angor to sit down in front of her. She poured a cup of hot tea for him.
"You've been staring at the music box. Do you like it too?" Iron Granny stood up and walked to the cabinet. She picked up the music box and placed it in front of Angor. "Your eyeballs almost fell out of your head. Look at it if you want. I knew you alchemists would be interested in this kind of thing. "
Angor chuckled. "What's this music box, Granny?"
"Don't ask me. I don't know much about alchemy. See for yourself."
Angor was going to ask about the music box's origin, but Iron Granny misunderstood that he was interested in the box itself.
Angor didn't bother to explain. He picked up the music box and inspected it carefully.
This music box was different from the ones he made before. However, there was a familiar button at the bottom of the box, which was used to turn the illusion on and off.
Some people simply liked music, while others liked to use music to complement the illusion. Angor set up a switch to turn the illusion on and off.
He didn't expect the standard octagonal music box to have the same switch.
Angor tried pressing the button.
In an instant, his surroundings changed into a blue sky and white clouds.
Angor frowned. He didn't expect to see someone pirating his music box while he was still thinking about the problem of piracy in the wizarding world.
More importantly, the illusion was also pirated.
However, the illusion wasn't good enough. The blue sky and white clouds were moving around, but they didn't look like anything special at all. Angor didn't feel like he was there.
Moreover, as the music of "City in the Sky" reached its peak, the pirate did not conjure up the floating island that was supposed to appear.
Angor clicked his tongue in his mind. The illusion wasn't good enough, but it was good enough. At least the alchemist and illusionist had reached a certain level. Most importantly, this "City in the Sky" had been modified by the pirates to sound even better …
Angor was a little speechless. There were plenty of artists in this world. Not only mortals had great artists, but there were wizards who loved art as well. Wizards had a long lifespan. Even if they didn't have any talent, they could still earn the title of "Master Artist".
When Angor was about to ask about the origin of the music box, it suddenly changed to a new song. The next song was something Angor had never heard before, but it was definitely a masterpiece. It wasn't inferior to City of Sky at all. In fact, it was much better in many aspects.
As the song played, the illusion changed again. This time, it was an illusion that matched the music.
However, the illusion wasn't as attractive as the music. No wonder Iron Granny only listened to the song without activating the illusion. Still, the music box played one song after another, which made it look like a music player in a hologram tablet. This was the pirate's second innovation based on Angor's music box.
"Where did you get this music box, Granny?" While the music was still playing, Angor closed the illusion and asked in a low voice.
"What? You want it too? "
Angor smiled. "I'm just curious."
"Haha. You alchemists just love to get to the bottom of things. Well, I guess I can tell you. " Iron Granny pointed into the distance. "The owner of Anomaly Lab No. 7 gave it to me. According to him, he bought it from Twilight Well. I heard it's quite popular these days. If you want it, you can go to Twilight Well and ask around. "
"Twilight Well …" Angor narrowed his eyes and muttered.
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