On his way to Pompeii Alley, Angor was still thinking about the Wishing Tree in Sunglow Square.
According to the information he gathered, Lucas' secret seemed to have something to do with prophecies. However, Lucas' "prophecies" always came true in a strange way.
Maybe his prophecies were wrong? This was An Ge's guess.
But if Lucas really did have a prophecy ability, it wasn't a big deal.
Many races were born with such abilities, such as the Phantom Servants. When Angor first met Wheebie, his "Phantasm Body" ability gave him temporary invincibility. Compared to Lucas' ability, it was much more efficient.
It wasn't just the powerful races. Humans could also awaken supernatural abilities. Just like the "Sleeping Draining Stream", before she became a wizard, she already had the ability to change the "nature of water".
Humans rarely had supernatural abilities, but they were not unheard of.
There were too many creatures with supernatural abilities among wizards. Why did Lucas' ability attract so many people's attention? And even if Lucas' prophecies were accurate, there were plenty of Prophets in the wizarding world.
Angor still didn't know why Song of the Deep and Summerdew Ridge were interested in Lucas.
With Lucas' abilities, was he really worth the investigation of a truth-finder adept?
Unless … there was something more to it. For example, did Lucas predict something related to Song of the Deep or Summerdew Ridge?
Or perhaps, Lucas's ability didn't originate from him.
"Maybe Lucas has an item that can make prophecies … Wait, don't tell me it's a Mystery item?" Angor mumbled to himself. Then he chuckled. He must have lost his mind to think that Lucas had a Mystery item.
"Maybe I missed the Dream Whelk too much." Angor shook his head.
Angor went to Pompeii Alley, but he didn't find the small house Lucas bought for his lover. Time passed, and the clouds changed. It was not easy for things from three thousand years ago to be preserved until now.
Angor still walked around Pompeii Alley and didn't find any energy reaction.
Next, he went to several other locations mentioned in Moya's log or Moya's records. Either these places were washed away by the passage of time, or there were supernaturals nearby.
In order not to attract their attention, he only observed them from afar for a while before leaving.
That night, he did not gain anything.
When he returned to Ross Manor, he took out Lucas' logbook and checked it again. He had visited almost all of the "addresses" mentioned in the logbook. The only place he didn't go was the place where Lucas committed suicide.
[Golden Age 1353, on the sixth day of the Month of Looming Frost, foggy. "
"It's been 30 days since I returned to the mainland. No one believes the words of Honest Captain Lucas. They say that I'm a liar if I can't take out the treasure! I jumped into the well angrily. "
Lucas had committed suicide by jumping into a well, but there were many wells in the city.
He couldn't tell which well it was.
However, the general area could be determined, because many of the wells were private. Lucas couldn't possibly go to someone else's well to commit suicide, right?
If it wasn't his own well, it must be a public well. And even if it was a public one, it shouldn't be too far from Lucas' house.
Angor summoned Neet and took out the map Neet gave him. He circled several areas where Lucas might be active.
After handing the map to Neet, he took out a bottle of Light Blue Water from his bracelet and placed it on the table.
Neet was dazzled by the blue glow of the water. It was as if he saw the birth of a new life.
"This is Light Blue Water. It's a special alchemy potion. It can increase a person's lifespan by up to 10 years. "Neet's eyes lit up when he heard Angor's explanation.
Neet's parents were old now. He chose not to travel with The Limpet because he was worried about their health. If his parents could use this potion … Neet swallowed his saliva and looked at Angor with longing.
Angor saw the light in Neet's eyes as well. The Light Blue Water was a low-tier potion he bought, and its quality wasn't too good. Normal Light Blue Water could increase a person's lifespan by up to 15 years. This one didn't meet the standard.
Light Blue Water had too many limitations and would drain one's potential. Even apprentices didn't like using it. He bought it for mortals in the first place.
"While I'm living in your house, I might need you to do something for me. Once I leave, I'll give you this as a reward. "
At first, he only planned to give Neet the Glowing Velvet Potion, which he made back in Brute Cavern. However, Angor liked Neet's attitude. At least some of Neet's ideas resonated with him, so he decided to give him the Light Blue Water instead.
Next, Angor moved on to the map in Neet's hand.
"Help me find out how many wells there are in this area," Angor said. "Also, tell me when these wells were built. You don't have to tell me the exact date, just the approximate year. "
Neet didn't doubt Angor's words. He quickly nodded and said, "Private wells need to be reported to the barons in the area, who will record the details and hand them over to the Church Council. I have a friend who's a Church Master. He should be able to look into such trivial matters. "
The Anrum Dynasty was a country ruled by both the Church and the Church. It was normal for the Church Council to handle such matters.
"I'll leave it to you then. Remember, keep it a secret."
Time flew, and it was nighttime again.
It suddenly started snowing in the middle of the night. The snow was getting heavier and heavier. In the end, the snowflakes looked like willow catkins that danced in the wind.
Lost Paradise City was even more dreamy in the snow. Originally, this city that never sleeps was like a delicate demoness trying to show off her charm, but in the hazy snow, it became a quiet maiden separated by a gauze curtain.
There weren't many people on the street. The only thing that could be seen was the fluorescent light shining on the snow.
At this time, a middle-aged man wearing thin clothes and covered in white snow stood in front of a factory by the river bank. As he approached, he left a long trail of footprints on the snow.
Thud, thud, thud —
Amidst the complaints and doubts, the iron door was opened from the inside, revealing an old man smoking an opium pipe.
The cold wind from outside poured in. The old man shivered and puffed out smoke. "Who are you looking for?"
"I heard there's an experienced shipwright living here. I'm here because of his reputation."
The old man looked at the middle-aged man from head to toe. His clothes were a little wrinkled, which gave him a sloppy and lazy look.
"If you're looking for a shipwright, I'm the only one here." The old man looked at Angor suspiciously. "You don't look familiar. Are you trying to rob me in the middle of the night? I'm a bit famous, but I've donated all my money. If you want to rob me, you'll get nothing! "
"Donated? Did you donate it to the casino? "A teasing voice with a low chuckle entered the old man's ears.
The old man blushed. "Who do you think I am?"
"I'm not here to rob you. I'm here to give you your money." He opened a cloth bag, which was filled with shiny gold coins.
The old man's eyes lit up. He took a deep puff of his cigarette and grinned with his yellowed front teeth. He welcomed them in. "So it's a guest. Please come in!"
The old man closed the iron gate and rubbed his hands. "How should I address you, sir?"
"Ohm Shipwright. You can call me Padt." The middle-aged man smiled and stared at Ohm in front of him. In fact, his spirit feelers were already spreading out.
The large factory was filled with all kinds of lumber. In the middle of the river, there was a sailboat that was being repaired.
Angor retracted his spirit feelers. There were no supernaturals around.
"Mister Padt, do you want to build a boat or repair it?" Ohm politely pulled Angor to a chair on the side. There was a fire burning nearby, which dispelled the cold.
"Neither." "I'm here to ask about something." Angor smiled at the man's puzzled look.
"Ask about something?" Ohm frowned. "Ask about what? I don't know anything about nobles, but I do know about the dirty things in casinos. "
"I'm not interested in that either. I just want to know if Shipwright Ohm knows anything about historical ships? "
"That depends on what kind of ship it is. I know a thing or two about famous ships," Ohm answered honestly.
"The Feather Fan. Have you heard of it, Shipwright Ohm?"
"The Feather Fan?" Ohm repeated Angor's words with a hesitant look. "Huh? I think I heard about it somewhere before."
Angor placed the money bag on the tea table. The crisp sound was like a key that unlocked Ohm's memory. Some of the stories the shipwright told him when he was young suddenly appeared in his mind.
"I remember now. Mister Padt, you're not talking about the ship that Lucas took three thousand years ago, right? I think that ship was called The Feather Fan. "
Angor didn't deny Ohm's words. "How much do you know about Lucas' ship, Shipwright Ohm? Can you tell me?"
Angor slowly pushed the money bag towards Ohm's direction, which made Ohm anxious.
"The Feather Fan is an exploration ship. It's a typical three-masted sailing ship from the Age of Gold …"
When Ohm pointed out that The Feather Fan was an exploration ship, Angor knew that Ohm was right. The ship he saw on the sea was indeed Lucas' ship.
As Ohm explained, Angor pushed the money bag closer and closer to Ohm.
Ohm found that when he talked about the gossip about the Feather Fan and Lucas, the speed at which the other party pushed the money was obviously faster. When it came to talking about the shape and function of the ship, the other party simply stopped, so he picked up the gossip at that time.
When Ohm told him about Lucas' "scam of the century."
He pushed the pouch to Ohm's hand and loosened his grip. "It's yours now."
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