Once Papaya, Kudodo, and Lococo stepped onto the path of wizardry, they would always be close to Angor even if they had other wizards as their teachers. Angor decided to take some time to consider their feelings.
The path of wizardry was always lonely. However, this did not mean that one had to choose to discard their emotions and personalities from the very beginning of their journey as a Magus. Most Magi would still care about their relatives within three generations.
In the end, Angor decided to let them think about it themselves.
Regardless of whether it was keeping their relatives by their side or staying in the clan, there were both pros and cons. If they stayed with their family members, they would be able to provide for them at any time. But at the same time, they would feel lonely if they lived alone. If they stayed with their family members, they wouldn't feel lonely, but they would still worry about their children who were far away from them. They might even die alone if they weren't careful.
It was up to them to make the right choice.
After bidding farewell to the Krakoks, Angor returned to his bedroom. Toby was still sleeping, but he wasn't burning up anymore.
Angor stayed at Phantom Island for another half a day. Greya still didn't come, and Toby was showing signs of waking up. Angor considered for a moment, put Toby in his chest pocket, and headed to The Tributary.
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Three days later, the sun rose above the horizon.
Greya was sitting in front of her desk and gently put down her pen.
She could hear the gentle sound of wind blowing across the lake, as well as the splashing sound of fishes jumping out of the water. If it were three days ago, Greya would have been annoyed by the noise. But now, her heart was at peace, and she could even enjoy the symphony of nature in a leisurely manner.
However, Greya had a completely different answer when she was in a different time, from a different perspective, and from a different mindset.
Greya smiled and rested for a while. She took out her pen again and began to write down the final deduction on the paper filled with data.
She didn't look like she was going to stop anytime soon. Fifteen minutes later, Greya took out another bottle of ink. It was the blood ink of a Day Unicorn, which was extremely precious. Writing with it would bring luck and blessings.
If she could write down the final data with this ink, she wouldn't need to do any more verification to prove that her deduction was correct.
The color of the Day Unicorn's blood ink was a pink that flickered with fragmented light.
Rows of data appeared on the paper, and at the same time, a faint pink light flashed. Greya looked more and more delighted. Finally, she reached the final step.
Greya's wrist finally stopped moving. She dipped her finger into the unicorn blood again and exhaled deeply.
She finished her work.
A strange symbol appeared on the paper.
When the symbol appeared, it shone brightly. In Greya's eyes, the symbol was like a black hole that was slowly sucking all the data into it. In the end, the symbol represented Greya's understanding of the data.
Even after a long time had passed, the symbol did not disappear. It was still glowing faintly on the paper.
Which meant she did it!
She had once again overcome a difficult problem in the Birth Technique!
According to Greya's calculations, there were 369 obstacles in Birth.
The so-called checkpoint was, in fact, to digitize the difficulty. Every subject, even if it wasn't related to wizardry, had its own difficulties. It was just that when mortals looked at difficulties, it was like looking at layers upon layers of mountains. Only by climbing and conquering them one by one would they know what kind of scenery lay behind the mountains. Wizards, on the other hand, were looking down from above. They knew which path was the shortest, and how many mountains they had to climb. Still, they had to do everything by themselves.
Different mountains had different heights, and so did different difficulties.
Generally speaking, the higher the difficulty, the easier it would be to solve it. It mostly tested one's accumulation of knowledge. However, the last few difficulties would not only test one's accumulation of knowledge, but also one's comprehension and understanding of the corresponding path.
Of course, as long as one's knowledge was deep enough, the corresponding difficulties would be much easier.
Greya spent 30 years on Birth, and there were only five difficulties left.
She was able to make such fast progress because her truth-based spell was "Creation", which was already a great achievement in the "path of creation". Therefore, Greya only needed a little bit of understanding and more knowledge to construct a Birth spell.
But even so, that little bit of comprehension was unable to shine brightly in her thoughts.
The last five difficulties had been bothering her for a long time. Since she started studying Birth, she had spent more than 60% of her time on these five difficulties.
Today, Greya finally solved one of them.
Even if each of the next four challenges would take her decades, at least Greya knew there was still a way to go.
There was still hope for Birth.
Greya took note of the glowing symbol and stretched her body. Compared to three days ago, she looked much more relaxed. Her eyes were no longer filled with anger and anxiety. Instead, they were filled with joy and laziness.
Even the restless soul of the original body in the Soul Realm seemed to have calmed down a lot.
"So Toby is my lucky star." Greya's eyes glowed. With Toby here, all her troubles seemed to have disappeared.
A wicked grin appeared on Greya's face. "Looks like I need to find a chance to get closer to Toby. Maybe I should go find him and teach him a lesson."
After several days of seclusion, the door of Greya's hut finally opened.
Goode had already sent several Phantom Servants to wait for her outside.
"Did you see Toby?" Greya opened the door and asked the Phantom Servants outside.
"Lady Greya, I think Mister Padt brought Toby back to The Tributary," a Phantom Servant with an unknown number stepped forward.
"The Tributary?" Greya repeated. Why did she feel that the name sounded so familiar?
"Anomaly Lab?" Greya raised an eyebrow. "So that's where it is. I heard a rumor long ago that 'Mister' has been living in The Tributary in seclusion?"
The Phantom Servant did not answer.
Greya waved a hand. "I'm not here to ask about Brute Cavern. It's not like 'Mister' is living in The Tributary. Fine, fine. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't argue with you. "
Greya was planning to visit The Tributary and pay a visit to the "master", but Greya didn't seem to care.
But on second thought, she realized that Angor was going to The Tributary because he had an alchemy lab there. She did not want to disturb him now.
After some consideration, Greya decided to return to her hut.
This reminded Greya of the brooch Angor gave her.
It had been four days since she saw the brooch on her desk, and she never got the chance to take a good look at it. Since she had nothing else to do, she wanted to see what kind of surprise Angor had for her.
Greya returned to her desk and picked up the brooch Angor named "Twin of Dreams".
This streamlined mithril material, coupled with the transparent Spirit Transmitting Diamonds and the lifelike Toby "Twins" carving, even though this wasn't the first time she had seen it, she was still breathtaking.
The eyes of the "Twin Tobys" were especially eye-catching. One of them was embellished with the pigment ground from the Demonic Pigeon's Blood Stone, and the other was dyed with dark red tassels, giving the silver-white mithril carvings an extra pair of vivid eyes.
Greya liked the design of the brooch very much.
Even if the illusion was not what she wanted, Greya was still willing to keep it. After all, the brooch was made of a real tiered magic material. It would not look bad even if she wore it on her chest as an ornament.
After checking the front, Greya looked at the back of the brooch.
There was a clasp device on the back of the brooch. There was already a magic crystal attached to the brooch. As long as Greya could extract the energy from the crystal, the brooch would work.
When Greya was about to test the brooch, she suddenly exclaimed in surprise. "Huh?"
Before she could fully extract the energy from the crystal, she sensed a sudden energy reaction from a hidden spot on the back of the brooch.
Greya looked closer and did not see anything strange with her naked eyes.
Puzzled, she stretched out her hand towards that hidden place. Soon, she felt a strange bumpy feeling on her fingertips. It seemed to be some kind of relief sculpture.
"Why did Angor put a relief here?" Greya wondered.
Strangely, Greya could not figure out the specific pattern of the relief in her mind no matter how hard she tried. It was as if the relief would change randomly.
Greya did not know what the relief was, but she could guess how it was used.
The surface of the relief was absorbing the energy released by the magic crystal, and it was only showing up and changing because of the weak energy.
Did that mean she could make it change by injecting energy into it?
Feeling confident, Greya injected some energy into the relief.
As more energy was injected into the sculpture, it began to change even more. Greya finally saw what the sculpture was hiding — a pattern.
To be more precise, it was the pattern of a lion's heart surrounded by thorns.
Maybe Angor did something like that? Like a magic rune? But why would he use such an obscure magic rune to hide a pattern like that?
Greya was confused for a moment, but she soon realized something.
It was a symbol, right?
Every alchemist in Floating Mech City had their own logo. Even "Potion Maker" Mithra had his own potion bottle. Once the bottle was opened, the symbol would disappear with the air, making it very difficult to fake.
Of course, it wasn't just master alchemists. Most alchemists had their own marks. Even if they did not, there were other ways to fake it.
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