Marcel Street.
"Angor lives here?" Swan looked at the old building with mottled walls. "He's not picky at all."
"Miss Swan —" Seeing Swan's cold glare, Helen quickly swallowed her words and said, "Wait here. I'll go upstairs and talk to him."
"Go ahead. I'll wait for you here." Swan didn't feel offended at all. After all, the young man was a famous alchemist. Even Lady Payne would treat him with respect, let alone her.
Helen ran upstairs. Not long after, she returned to the street garden downstairs with a frown.
"What? You don't want to see me?" Swan raised an eyebrow.
Helen shook her head. "That's not it. I went upstairs and saw that Mister Padt had left. There's no one in his room. I only found this note in the living room. "
Swan took the note and saw a neat line of words written on it.
[Unfortunately, I didn't find a suitable talent in Yothur City. So, I'm going to visit other cities. I won't say goodbye to you. May we meet again someday. Good luck. — From Padt. ]
It was a simple note with no name. Obviously, it was meant for Erwin and Helen.
"He left just like that?" Swan read the note and shook her head. "Looks like every organization has the same problem when it comes to their guides. Not only do they work hard, but they also work hard.
Too bad I didn't get to meet him this time. He's a future master alchemist! Sigh … It won't be so easy to meet him again. "Swan sighed in her mind.
Helen, on the other hand, held the note with a smile on her face.
I'm so jealous of him. But I guess I'll do the same in the future.
…
Angor left a note saying that he was going to visit another city. However, he didn't leave right away. Instead, he went to the branch of White Clam Shipping near the harbor.
When Bismarck saw him, he touched his bald head with a complicated expression.
He already learned about Angor's identity from his teacher. A future master alchemist who had access to the R&D department. According to Bismarck's teacher, Angor sold a music box for 200,000 magic crystals at an auction at Remnant River not long ago.
If he had two hundred thousand magic crystals, he could easily become an official Magus. And this was just the price of an alchemy product that the other party had casually made.
Bismarck looked at Angor as if he was looking at a magic crystal mine, and he couldn't wait to flatter Angor.
But when he thought about how he attacked Angor that day, he hesitated.
A few days ago, his teacher had ordered him to apologize, so he had no choice but to do so. But now, if he lowered his head to curry favor with the other party, wouldn't he lose his dignity?
"Oh, Master Padt, why are you here?" Bismarck stepped forward and pulled out a seat for himself. At the same time, he brought out the tea set that was gifted to him by the royal family of Aurelia in a fawning manner.
Dignity? Pride? What was that?
Angor looked at Bismarck speechlessly. As he recalled, Bismarck was a rather cold person a few days ago.
"That's right, I have a small bag of Mana Algae Powder that I bought from the Sky Auction. Sir, when you drink tea, you can pour this in. Taking a sip is even better than going to a blissful house. " Bismarck took out a small bag of blue powder and placed it on the table. Although he was flattering Angor, his expression showed that he was reluctant to part with it.
Mana Algae Powder … Angor had heard about it before. It was a special type of algae extracted from the Mana Trench. Similar to pheromones, it could stimulate the brain and release large amounts of pleasant pheromones. It was not harmful to the body, but it could easily lead to addiction.
Angor pushed the bag back to Bismarck. "No need. I'm here to ask you something."
"No problem. I'll tell you everything I know," Bismarck agreed quickly and almost bowed to Angor.
Angor skipped the small talk and went straight to the point. "Do you know someone called Basket Witch?"
"Basket Witch?" Bismarck pondered for a moment and shook his head. "No, I've never heard of her. What's wrong? You have a grudge against her? Do you want me to help you? "
Angor waved a hand. "No, I'm just asking. If you don't know her, I'll take my leave now. "
Bismarck realized that his plan was not finished yet. "Wait, Mister Padt," he said as he rolled his eyes. "Wait a second, Mister Padt. I don't know. My professor is here. How about I contact him for you? "
Angor considered for a moment. "Won't that disturb Mister Sabot?"
"Of course not! My professor has nothing better to do! I'm sure he's at the Tower of Infinity right now! " Bismarck betrayed his professor without hesitation. They were thousands of kilometers away from each other anyway. Sabot's anger would not reach him.
Angor did not doubt his words. "Then I'll leave it to you. Let me pay for the magic crystals needed for the communication. "
Bismarck really wanted to say, "No need, I'll pay for it." But in this remote Mortal Continent, it was too difficult for him to get magic crystals … So, he had to save as much as he could.
"Thank you," Bismarck said shamelessly and led Angor to the top floor.
Meanwhile, on the 355th level of the Tower of Infinity in Floating Mech City, Sabot was panting heavily as he faced his opponent. It was a burly man wearing the same outfit as him.
That was also him, or rather, it was his projection.
The Tower of Infinity he was attacking was different from the ones used by apprentices in the outside world. This was the real Tower of Infinity, which was only available to wizards from Floating Mech City.
The Tower of Infinity was created by "Infinity Corridor", one of the two most powerful Mystery items in Floating Mech City. It was said that the Tower of Infinity had tens of thousands of floors. However, so far, only 2000 floors had been cleared.
Even thousands of years ago, when there were still legendary wizards in the southern wizarding region, the Infinity Corridor could only be cleared up to 10,000 floors.
It was said that the Infinity Corridor could allow apprentices to achieve miracles.
But that was only a rumor. There were no legendary wizards in the southern wizarding region, let alone miracles.
Back to the present. Sabot had been stuck on this floor for a long time without any external help. He didn't have a good chance of winning against a projection who perfectly mastered his bloodline power.
However, Sabot was in great shape today. He managed to avoid several dangerous situations. Two of his counterattacks were completely out of his control. Although he was panting heavily, his projection wasn't doing too well either.
"One more hit, and I'm sure I can get to the next floor!" Sabot tried to cheer himself up while focusing his spirit power.
The two of them went back and forth. Sweat and blood dripped all over the ground, and they were filled with the aura of masculinity.
"Here's my chance!" Sabot let his mind wander again and let his body make a move on its own, which allowed him to find a weakness in his projection.
Now that the projection was facing away from him, he just needed to construct the model of his Bloodline spell and he would be defeated without a doubt!
However, when he was about to finish constructing the model, the blue earring on his ear suddenly lit up. Before Sabot could react, he heard an annoying voice.
"Professor, where are you? What are you doing? Do you have time? "
Triple Enchantment Chant!
Together with the voice, the projection turned around and released a fist full of energy waves.
No, I can't take it! Sabot shouted without hesitation, "I admit defeat!"
Sabot knew that if he didn't surrender, he would be lying on the ground already. Even if he didn't die, he would be severely injured!
The projection's fist paused for a second before it turned into specks of light and slowly disappeared in front of him.
"I almost did it …" Sabot's face darkened. He squeezed out a name through gritted teeth. "Bismarck!"
Angor looked at Bismarck in confusion. Bismarck kept calling, but there was no response.
Bismarck frowned. "Is the professor taking a bath or doing something indescribable?"
Angor didn't know what to say. Who would talk about their professor like that?
Just as Bismarck was speaking, the screen behind him lit up. Angor looked at Sabot's darkened face and quietly stepped back. He closed the door behind him.
Soon, a series of high-pitched yelling came from inside.
Even from outside, Angor could feel the anger coming from inside. Well, it was coming from the faraway Floating Mech City.
After a while, Bismarck opened the door and spoke in a mechanical voice, "Come in. The professor wants to see you."
Angor looked at Sabot's face and saw that he was much calmer than before.
"Angor, I talked to Mariyasah a few days ago, and he already knew what happened. I don't know why he still wants to go to Ferran, but it has nothing to do with you anymore, "Sabot said.
"Thank you, Mister Sabot." Angor showed a grateful look.
"It's fine." Sabot waved a hand. "By the way, Bismarck said you wanted to talk to me about something?"
Angor nodded. "It's nothing important. I just want to know if you've heard of the Basket Witch, mister Sabot."
Sabot frowned when he heard the name "Basket Witch".
"Why are you suddenly asking about her? Did you get involved with her?"
"There's nothing to do with it. It's just that I heard this name because of something. I want to know who she is. "
Angor didn't explain what it was, and Sabot didn't ask. "She's not easy to get along with. You better stay away from her."
When Angor left the White Clam Shipping Company, he already learned about the "Basket Witch" from Sabot.
The "Basket Witch" referred to the actual owner of Summerdew Ridge, Summerdew Witch.
According to Sabot, Summerdew was a truth-finder wizard. She was a Karabit who loved to modify living creatures. The reason why she was called the Basket Witch was because Summer Dew sat on a basket monster all year round. That basket monster was also personally created by her.
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