"Fertilizer" smiled awkwardly and bowed to Dumartin. "Mister Dumartin, my name is Ann —"
Dumartin waved a hand. "That's not important. You have no right to speak here."
As Dumartin waved his hand, a cold blade suddenly appeared in the air and aimed at Angor. Angor's instinctive reaction was triggered by the sheer power of the blade.
Dumartin only pointed the blade at Angor and didn't do anything.
The stalemate lasted for two minutes. Angor's calves were already trembling. If this continued, he would lose his confidence and fall to his knees.
Iron Granny frowned and gently touched Angor's clothes. A gentle energy instantly filled Angor's body, and the threatening aura that was threatening him to collapse was instantly dispelled.
However, the sudden disappearance of the aura caused Angor's tense body to twitch. He had to hold on to the incubation chamber behind him to keep himself from losing his composure.
"Are you satisfied now, Dumartin?" Iron Granny spoke in a casual tone. "He paid the price for disturbing you. It's time for you to put away your arrogance."
"You must be joking, Granny. Of course I'm not angry about your presence. It's just a small punishment for an unruly apprentice. "Dumartin lowered his hand, and the cold blade disappeared from his body.
Iron Granny's voice reached his ears while he was still panting. "He's angry because we interrupted his experiment. Since he can't do anything to me, he can only take it out on you. But he won't really do anything to you, so just bear with it. We did interrupt his experiment anyway. "
Angor nodded in a subtle way.
Of course, Iron Granny and Iron Granny were talking to Dumartin. Iron Granny only used a low-level Voice Transmission spell to let Dumartin hear what she was talking about.
Dumartin did eavesdrop, but his expression didn't change at all. His smile was still the same. However, from his slightly squinted eyes, a faint light flashed.
Dumartin waited until Iron Granny's voice transmission ended. "May I ask why you're here today, Granny?"
"No, I don't. He has something to tell you," Iron Granny replied.
Iron Granny pointed at Angor and sat down at the round table in the center of the room. He looked like he was watching a show, as if what happened next had nothing to do with him.
Dumartin knew what Iron Granny meant.
She had nothing to do, but she had come all the way here just for that little acolyte. Of course, he had to back up the apprentice. His goal was to crush the young apprentice's confidence, but Iron Granny stopped him at the critical moment.
It was obvious that Iron Granny was here to back up the apprentice.
Dumartin was curious. Iron Granny was a very important figure in Brute Cavern. She had always stayed neutral in The Tributary. Since when was she willing to support an apprentice?
Dumartin was confused, but he didn't show it. He looked at the apprentice and waited for him to speak.
"Mister Dumartin, I'm here because Miss Flora told me to take Balba away."
"Miss Flora?" Dumartin pondered the name and narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Are you her disciple?"
"I'm Angor Padt, Phantom Master's apprentice." Angor lowered his head. He didn't show anything on his face, but he was complaining in his mind. You didn't let me introduce myself, and now you're asking me who I am?
"Ah, so you're Angor?" Dumartin was surprised.
Dumartin paused for a moment as if he was thinking about something. Dumartin knew who Angor was. He spent most of his time doing experiments, but he wasn't always in seclusion. Apprentices would send him living creatures and materials from time to time, and Dumartin had his own information network, so he knew who Angor was.
Besides, Angor was one of the most popular characters in Mirror.
A young alchemist who was going to become a future master alchemist. Dumartin didn't want to offend someone like Angor, even if he was only an apprentice.
He knew that he would have to deal with Angor in the future, and he might even need to ask for alchemy help.
Thinking of this, Dumartin regretted interrupting his self-introduction.
"Mister Dumartin, may I take Balba away?" Angor asked again.
Dumartin gave Angor a thoughtful look. He really wanted to know why Angor wanted to take Balba away. After brainwashing, Balba's apprentice would be handed over to Flora's subordinates in a few days. Now, Balba was only injected with Angor's bloodline. It didn't seem right for Dumartin to take him away.
However, after pondering for a moment, he did not ask the question. Balba was just a small fry. Even if Dumartin killed Balba here, Flora wouldn't be able to do anything to him.
"Of course." Dumartin waved his sleeve and opened the hatch on Angor's back. At the same time, Balba opened his eyes.
"Come out. Someone will take you away." Dumartin's voice reached Balba's ears.
Balba's eyes were still filled with confusion. Following his instinct, he swam out of the water and crawled out from the roof.
Balba stood next to Angor, his body covered in water vapor and energy.
"Angor …" Balba looked at Angor and wondered why he was here.
He took out a wizard robe from his bracelet and handed it to Balba. Balba's naked body was too much of an eyesore to look at.
"Let's talk after we get out of here," Angor whispered to Balba.
He walked to Dumartin and bowed to him.
"If you don't take him away, he might die here. After all, the death rate of sinners sent to me is as high as 50%. The bloodline injection isn't a guaranteed success. "
Dumartin chatted with Iron Granny for a while longer before he nodded to Angor and handed the receiver to Angor. "If you need anything from me, just use this to contact me. No need to trouble Granny."
"I still have an experiment to do. See you out." Dumartin said goodbye to them. Angor could tell from his anxious look that his experiment had reached a critical moment.
When they left Dumartin's lab, Iron Granny spoke again. "Dumartin is doing you a favor."
"Huh?" Angor didn't know what Iron Granny meant.
"What he meant was that he's willing to take the blame for Balba's death, even if you tell the public that he's not stupid. Iron Granny replied calmly, "He's not stupid. He knows that there's something fishy going on when you took Balba away without following the procedure. But he didn't ask for your opinion. He just handed Balba to you and told you about the death rate of the bloodline injection. "
Angor nodded. But he didn't understand why Dumartin said that. Was it because of Angor's teacher?
"Dumartin isn't doing this for your teacher. He's doing this for you," Iron Granny said. "Wizards usually don't want to offend alchemists. After all, they need alchemists' help most of the time.
Dumartin has a bad reputation, but he's a smart guy. "
Iron Granny took the two to the Iron Fortress, which began to climb over the mountains. Soon, they arrived at The Tributary.
Before leaving, Iron Granny asked, "What are you going to do now? If you follow Dumartin's advice, you can save yourself some money. "
Angor only needed to tell Angor that Balba died in Dumartin's lab, and Angor wouldn't need to worry about anything else. He didn't need to make a deal with Flora for this. Just like Iron Granny said, he could save a lot of money.
But at the same time, he also owed Dumartin a favor. Angor didn't think it was a good deal.
"Thanks, Granny. You've helped me think things through. I'll tell my teacher and Lady Flora about it. As for the rest, I'll let Balba decide for himself. After all, he helped me before. "
Iron Granny nodded with a smile and didn't say anything else.
After leaving The Tributary, he looked at Balba who had been silent all the way and sighed in his mind.
"Do you know what happened?" Angor asked.
Balba paused for a moment. His eyes were clear, but they were filled with sorrow. "Thank you for taking me away from that place."
Balba lowered his head. "When I first came to Brute Cavern, I read the Supreme Cult's rulebook in the Cloud Library, and I knew it was my destiny. I thought I could change it, but there was nothing I could do. "
"So what are you going to do now?" Angor asked.
"Saving me will bring you trouble, won't it? Just leave me to Lady Flora. I don't want to cause you any more trouble, "Balba said.
"Don't worry, it's nothing. Besides, you saved me before. "
Power limited one's vision, and vision limited one's freedom.
One year ago, Angor didn't have the power to deal with Balba, and he wouldn't do anything. But now, since he could help Balba and wouldn't put himself in danger, he didn't mind spending some time.
"The debt of saving you has long been paid off. I also know that the channeling method was actually written by you for me. So, it's me who owes you a favor, not you." Balba looked up at the sky and saw an island floating in the clouds. It was Rockwell Society, where Flora was staying. "Let me go to Rockwell Society."
"Most of the time, you can't make your own choices. But when you give up on yourself, fate will help you, "Angor said in a soft voice." You have a chance to live. Are you going to give it up? "
Balba lowered his head in silence. A moment later, his body trembled a little.
"I don't want to give up. I want to live more than anyone else." Balba's nasal voice reached Angor's ears.
"Then come with me. At least you'll still have a chance to pay me back." With that, Angor released Gondola and asked Balba to get on.
Balba wanted to live, but could he really do that?
His eyes were slightly red as he looked at the blurry and dream-like flying boat in the distance. He tightly clenched his fists and finally stepped forward.
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