Tail Rat Street was right next to the Central Court, which happened to be right next to Widow Street.
Instead of flying, Angor slowly blended into the crowd and followed them to Widow Street.
As soon as he turned the corner, he arrived at Widow Street. However, before he stepped into the street, he felt a strange feeling, as if someone was watching him.
His heart skipped a beat. He originally planned to enter Widow Street, but in the end, he abruptly turned around and went to the crowded Sunglow Square.
Just as he entered the Sunglow Square and confirmed that the feeling of being watched had disappeared, he pretended to inadvertently turn his head back and look at the long, dark street. There were not many people in Widow Street at the moment, but Angor quickly saw two apprentices hiding on top of a roof.
Due to the distance, he couldn't see them clearly. The reason why he was certain that they were apprentices was because they were constantly casting some kind of visual magic at the crowd. The ripples of energy couldn't be seen by mortals, but he could clearly sense them.
They seemed to be watching the crowd.
"So they're here too." Angor frowned.
"Yeah. Three thousand years ago, more than half of Widow Street was taken over by the Lucas Family. The records are clear. It shouldn't be hard for them to find this place. " He glanced at Widow Street from afar and saw two apprentices guarding the entrance. He wondered how many supernaturals were inside the building.
Even if he used Infinite Reticence to break in, it wouldn't grant him absolute invisibility. He might get himself killed in a carpet search.
Instead of going to Widow Street, Angor decided to go somewhere else.
According to Moya's handwritten scroll, Lucas had a small detached house in Pompeii Lane, which he had bought for one of his lovers at that time. Because that lover was pregnant with Lucas's child, Lucas was worried that if she lived in Widow Street, his other lovers would be jealous and plot against her, so he specially bought a courtyard to house her.
According to Moya's notes, the child didn't live past the age of three. She didn't know how the child died either.
Pompeii Alley was far away from Widow Street. It was located in the east of the city. Angor didn't know if there were other supernaturals nearby. For safety's sake, he didn't fly up immediately. Instead, he walked slowly and planned to leave Sunglow Square first.
But when he reached the center of the square, he suddenly paused.
Previously, he had focused all his attention on the Widow Street and did not notice the appearance of the square at all. Only now did he notice that there was a ten-meter-tall tree in the center of the square.
There was a tree that didn't seem to be anything special, but in fact, it wasn't a real tree, but a carving.
It was carved out of fluorite.
From afar, the tree looked blurry. But up close, it looked like something out of this world. The tree was glowing faintly. All kinds of wind chimes, which were used for prayers, were hanging on the tree branches......
There were three reasons why Angor noticed the tree.
First of all, it was already rare to find such a large piece of fluorite. Second, the carving was clearly the work of a master. Last but not least, there was a note in Moya's handwritten scroll that caught Angor's attention.
[Gold Age 1347, Month of Resuscitation.
[Prince Domingo came to visit, and the royal family held a big banquet in the palace. Lucas, that playboy, still went to seduce Prince Domingo's cousin. And the girl was blind. Ugh! What did he just say? There's a glowing wishing tree near Anderma Lake? And he said he would take her there to make a wish and restore her sight? Enough! Why did I have to meet him here?! .]
He didn't pay much attention to Mu Ya's words. But when he looked at the luminous tree sculpture, he suddenly remembered what she said.
He didn't know what Sunglow Square looked like three thousand years ago. But he still remembered that on the map from three thousand years ago in the Anru Royal Court, there was a lake next to Widow's Street. It was called Lake Andmar.
A tree made of fluorite? A glowing wishing tree?
Could the tree in front of him be the one that Lucas was talking about?
Angor noticed that there was a shop selling wishing chimes near the square. A group of girls were chatting around the shop.
Angor walked closer and heard what they were talking about. "I heard this wishing tree works really well. I hope Klone will fall in love with me."
"I just hope Master Volga can come to Lost Paradise City to hold a concert next month."
"I hope I can lose weight …"
They bought a few copper wind chimes and wrote their wishes on them. The merchant immediately arranged for someone to take a ladder and hang their wishing wind chimes on the fluorite tree carvings.
"So that's how the chimes came to be …" Angor thought to himself. No wonder there were so many notes on the chimes.
Angor used his spirit feelers to check the notes. Most of them were wishes for their families. Of course, there were also some similar wishes. But the weirdest one was a golden chime hanging from the top of the carving. "I hope my 'someplace' can grow five centimeters longer."
The girls left while Angor was still in a daze. The shop owner looked up and saw Angor standing in front of him.
"Sir, are you looking for a wishing chime?" The merchant said with a smile, "The Glorious Wishing Tree is very efficacious. The present Princess Consort prayed here to marry a good husband, and it finally came true."
The shop owner pointed at the golden chimes hanging on the top of the carving. "That one at the top is the princess's wishing chime."
Angor followed the merchant's words and checked carefully. The merchant was not lying. There was indeed a piece of paper with a marriage wish written on it.
"What's the price for your Wishing Chime?" asked Angor.
"Bronze chimes, two gold coins. You can hang them on the tree for a month. Silver chimes, 20 gold coins. You can hang them on the tree for a year. As for the golden chimes, 200 gold coins. As long as the carving still belongs to us, we will hang them on the tree for you forever. "The shop owner sounded casual, but the price was shocking.
One gold coin was enough for a commoner to live on for a year. Here, two gold coins were needed to hang a wind chime for a month.
Perhaps only nobles and rich merchants with extra money could afford to hang wind chimes on trees.
Angor picked up a random wind chime and played with it. The shop owner's eyes brightened up. He began to talk about the advantages of the wind chimes, such as cleaning them every three days, covering them when it rained … and guaranteeing a high success rate.
Angor did not believe it. He sensed no energy ripples from the carving, so it was basically a scam.
But he did not come here to expose the shop owner's trick.
"Boss, you said this tree belongs to your company?" Angor asked.
"That's right, this tree was custom-made by our Firefly Chamber of Commerce's boss."
"This … Radiant Wishing Tree does look very beautiful and dreamy. May I ask, when was the carving of this tree completed?"
He gulped. For some reason, he was looking forward to the answer.
The shop owner frowned. This guy did not want to buy the wind chimes, and he kept asking questions. This made him a little annoyed. Also, he looked a little sloppy. Was he trying to trick him?
As the shop owner was considering whether he should ask the shop assistant to kick him out, a large bag was suddenly thrown on the table.
Puzzled, he opened it and saw that it was filled with gold coins.
"I think this wishing tree is interesting. Give me a golden wind chime," Angor said casually.
The shop owner's expression changed instantly. He did not even care where Angor took out the gold coins from. He respectfully took out a piece of sandpaper from the drawer, a quill and an ink bottle, and placed them in front of Angor.
"My honorable guest, please write down your wish. I'll ask the shop assistant to find you a good place where you won't get wet! "The shop owner rubbed his palms and showed a flattering attitude.
Two hundred gold coins was not a small amount. The shop owner threw out a bag of gold coins without hesitation. He must be very rich!
Angor took the quill but did not start writing right away. Instead, he looked at the shop owner. "You still haven't answered my question. When was the carving done?"
This time, the shop owner did not hesitate. "More than six hundred years ago, and Master Warsaw has been dead for six hundred years. I'm not lying."
Angor nodded with a blank expression.
But in his mind, he could not help but think "I knew it".
It happened again!
Lucas said it himself, but it did not appear in his era. Instead, it was delayed for hundreds or even thousands of years. Many things did not match, but the core of the story remained the same.
Once or twice could be a coincidence. But after so many times, it must be inevitable.
There was something strange about Lucas. People in the Age of Gold did not notice it. They only thought that Lucas was a liar. Only when people in the future slowly investigated the matter would they find out more.
"Sir, why aren't you writing?"
The shop owner's urging reminded Angor. "Sorry, I was thinking about what to write down. I have too many wishes to fulfill, so I'm arranging them in order in my mind."
The shop owner nodded and looked at Angor with a kind look. Angor did not even arrange his wishes before paying for the wind chime? He was a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
After thinking for a while, he quickly wrote down a line of words on a piece of paper.
[May Professor Jon recover, may my brother be in good health, and … may the flame of the lion's heart never be extinguished. ]
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