"Another truth-finder wizard is looking for Lucas." Angor was getting more and more curious about Lucas' secret. Or rather, what did Lucas know that made all these hidden giants go after him like a flock of ducks?
Ever since meeting Jebra, Angor had been thinking about whether he should investigate Lucas further.
So far, there were already three wizards looking for Lucas, including Sorcerer Big Fish. Two of them were truth-finders. If Angor decided to get involved, he might get himself into a dangerous situation.
But once his curiosity was piqued, he would not let it go.
After thinking for a whole night, he decided to go to Anrum Dynasty.
He knew that curiosity killed the cat, but he also knew that curiosity was the most important virtue of a researcher. If humans did not have such curiosity, they would not have developed to their current level.
Angor was willing to follow his own curiosity and look into this matter. However, he also set a limit for himself. Curiosity was fine, but he had to have a certain level of tolerance. He had to explore his curiosity without risking his personal safety.
Currently, both Song of the Deep and Summerdew Ridge were out in the open, while he was in the dark.
He was in the open, while Angor was in the dark. He had more room to maneuver than them.
Besides, he also had a reason to go to Anrum Dynasty — to recruit talents. Even if he showed up in the open, no one would suspect him.
Besides, he did not plan to go too far. He only wanted to check out the places mentioned in Lucas' logbook.
Especially the last part of the logbook, where Lucas committed suicide.
If he really did commit suicide in the Anrum Dynasty, then what about the ship, the skeleton, and the logbook? Did someone bring his skeleton to the Devil's Water?
He would have to go to Anrum Dynasty to find out the answers.
Angor followed the main road until he reached the outskirts of the city. Only then did he release Gondola and fly toward the north.
About two minutes later, Angor landed on a bridge by the river.
At this moment, there was a man wearing a mink cloak and a waistcoat on the inside. The river water was a little frozen, and the cold wind was howling. The man rubbed his hands and breathed into his palms to ease the cold.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, Neet." Angor's voice came from behind.
The man on the bridge was Neet. Every nation in Ferran had strict control over their maps. Since he couldn't find a way to get to Anrum Dynasty, he decided to ask Neet for help.
Neet wanted to go back to his home in Anrum Kingdom, so he decided to give Angor a ride so that he could show Angor the way.
Since he was going to the White Clam Shipping Company to ask about the basket witch, he decided to meet Nietzsche here.
Hearing the voice behind him, Neet turned around and immediately caught sight of the magnificent flying ark that seemed to be carrying a dreamy starry sky. His mouth was wide open, and his face was filled with amazement.
Neet had seen a lot of supernaturals on The Limpet, in his company, and in White Shell Sea City. He thought he had seen a lot of wizards, but now he realized that the world of wizards was much brighter than he had imagined.
There was a popular saying in gossip magazines: "A man's romance is a vehicle."
Ever since Neet boarded Gondola, the light in his eyes had never disappeared. Even in the bone-chilling wind outside, he would still take his hands out of the warm gloves to feel the sensation of Gondola.
Still, Neet didn't forget his duty — to lead the way.
"Normally, we can travel from Aureum to Anrum Kingdom by sea, or we can take a detour to Domingo Kingdom. Then we can travel by sea until we reach Anrum Kingdom in the north." Neet paused for a moment. "But if we travel by air, I think a straight line is faster. We can cross the central wilderness and reach the border of Anrum Kingdom. "
"Let's go straight then."
Ferran Continent wasn't far from the Old Earth. Only the Blackberry Waters and Whalebone Sea were between them. It would take about half a year to reach Ferran Continent by boat, but it would probably take less than a month by Gondola.
There was still about a year left before the five-year promise was made. For now, he still had plenty of time, which was why he decided to ask Lucas for more information.
However, he wasn't going to wait until the last minute to return to the Old Earth. It was better to save as much time as possible. Of course, he would take the fastest route.
Thanks to Gondola's speed, they soon arrived at the central wilderness.
It was a vast area that was almost as big as the Old Earth. However, there were no countries in the area. Only primitive tribes lived here.
Neet explained as the Gondola flew. "Most of the primitive tribes are cruel and cruel. They often kill people and cook their food. In addition, there are shamans in many large primitive tribes. Under the deterrence of many shamans, no surrounding country dares to covet the fertile land of the central region. They can only let the primitive tribes take root here. "
Angor read about "shamans" before. Shamans were supernaturals who possessed some mysterious abilities. However, most of them came from otherworldly barbarians. By worshipping the powerful barbarians from another world, they could beg for help from some insignificant power.
In fact, shamans even needed some strange materials to support them if they wanted to use supernatural powers, and even human skulls could be used as a casting medium.
Because the shamans were natives of this world, and the power they had obtained was insignificant, no adepts had gone out of their way to deal with them.
Angor didn't mind. He kept listening to Neet's explanation.
Neet would tell him about the tribes below from time to time, as well as some other information.
Neet traveled to many different continents with The Limpet. Since he was a noble, he didn't go for fun like other sailors. Instead, he liked to explore different places and read about local cultures. Neet knew a lot of things, and Angor did not find it boring at all. Instead, he found it interesting.
"Actually, the people in the primitive tribes weren't really ignorant. Many of them have connections with the outside world. Some of them even send their people to other countries to trade furs for daily necessities. Wait, we're already at Beast Bone Mountain? " Neet suddenly noticed a tall mountain not far from them. "The Tatamu Tribe is located to the south of Beast Bone Mountain. It's not far from Claire, the border city of Anrum."
Neet was surprised. It had only been a few hours since he boarded the airship.
At this speed, they could reach the capital of Anrum within a day.
"That's incredible! It took me almost a month to travel from Lost Paradise City to Yothur City!" Neet exclaimed.
Angor was amused by Neet's reaction. Neet was just like Angor when he first entered the wizarding world. For someone who was used to living within a ten-kilometer radius, traveling to a city a hundred kilometers away felt like a long journey. But now that he had his Gondola, he could travel eighty kilometers in no time.
Tens of thousands of kilometers didn't feel like a long journey.
They set out at noon, just as the sun was setting and the sky was dyed red. They arrived at their destination — Lost Paradise City, the capital of Anrum Kingdom.
Neet was still in a daze after getting off the airship. He was having lunch with Charles in the morning, and now he was back home?
This speed was simply too fast!
Lost Paradise City was about the same size as Midnight Sovereign. One couldn't even see the end of the city. Night had just arrived, and the entire city was covered in a hazy glow. It was as beautiful as Chang 'an's night in the movies.
"Anrum Kingdom has a lot of fluorite mines, so there are many fluorite lamps in the city. You just need to cover them with colorful gauze to create a beautiful light. That's why Lost Paradise City is even busier at night than during the day, "Neet explained.
Under Neet's guidance, Angor entered the dreamy city that never sleeps.
As he got closer to the city, he learned more about the importance of fluorite to the lives of the local people.
Aside from street lamps, fluorite could also be used in many other ways. For example, it could be used to draw the shadows of statues. There were also pet bells, moonlight bridges, colorful concert halls, and so on. There was even a circus that used fluorite to create a thirty-meter-long arch gate. The gate was painted with a special color, which made it look like a rainbow that would never fade.
"If Aureum Kingdom's style is Marcel's statue, Anrum Kingdom's style is fluorite."
The more Angor saw, the more he felt like he was peeling away the veils and making the world more real.
"Mister Padt, why don't you rest at my place tonight?" Neet asked politely. He knew that Mister Padt came to Lost Paradise City to look for talents. Neet didn't have any talent himself, but he hoped that his family could produce one. Even if he couldn't find one, he could at least earn Mister Padt's favor. Maybe he could even use his relationship with Mister Padt to improve his family's status among the nobles.
Angor planned to go to Widow Street directly. Lucas mentioned in his logbook that there was a private house in Widow Street.
However, it had been more than three thousand years. Many things had changed in history. Perhaps even the streets no longer existed.
Angor decided to find out more about it first.
In Anrum Kingdom, nobles were the only way to learn about the past. According to Neet, his family was an old noble family from the Age of Gold. It might be a lie, but Angor didn't mind checking it out.
"Sure. Thank you." Angor nodded.
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