It was evening.
An elk sleigh was gliding across the thick snow.
Angor was sitting at the back of the sleigh while carefully studying the map in his hand. Neet was sitting beside him, who was trying his best to pull the reins of the elk sleigh to make it run faster.
This was Tail Rat Street, which was filled with residential houses on both sides. Warm light shone through the windows, and smoke from the chimneys twisted in the wind due to the heavy snow.
There were not many adults on both sides of the street. Most of them were children dressed like meatballs. They were happily playing snowball fights with their friends while waiting for dinner.
When the elk sleigh approached them, the children were not afraid at all. They even picked up snowballs from the ground and threw them at the sleigh.
Neet was enjoying the ride of elk pulling the cart when a snowball hit him in the face. The snowball slid down and left a red mark on Neet's fair face.
The other child who hit him even pointed at Neet's nose and laughed out loud.
If it were any other noble, they would probably be burning with rage by now. However, Neet was a weirdo among nobles. He wandered the sea all year round and experienced a lot, so he was more tolerant.
Neet did not get angry. He only looked at the person beside him nervously. Mister Padt had always been a kind person. But if he was offended by a child …
Neet suddenly froze.
Mister Padt was not angry. None of the snowballs hit him. Every snowball that flew over "naturally" bypassed him.
Moreover, not only was he not angry, but he also had a devilish smile on his face. With lightning speed, he caught the snowballs flying in the air and hit them back one by one.
The children could not hit him, but that did not mean he could not hit the living targets stuck in the snow.
Even if the sleigh was moving, he still hit one of them accurately.
Every time the elk sleigh ran a certain distance, a thud could be heard from behind. It was the sound of a child falling down after getting hit.
Tail Rat Street was only a few hundred meters long, but Mister Padt was like a snowball god. When he got off the sleigh, not only was there no snow on him, but he also showed a polite smile to the children he hit.
Then, he spat out a word that made Neet's head spin. "Thank you for letting me win!"
Amidst the children's cries, he walked to a fir tree in satisfaction. There was a public well here, but since there was no shortage of water at the moment, the well was sealed by a large rock.
"This is the 26th well. I hope it doesn't disappoint me," he muttered.
Neet walked over as well. He couldn't believe that Padt was the same person when he saw the serious look on Mister Padt's face.
But now, he was starting to understand Helen's words. Mister Padt was indeed different from the other supernaturals.
Angor put a hand to his forehead in disappointment. He used his spirit feelers to reach the bottom of the tunnel and found nothing.
"I'll go down and take a look. Wait for me here." With that said, Angor used Hand of Spell to remove the sealing rock, covered himself with a thin layer of water, and jumped into the well.
It didn't take him long to reach the bottom of the well. Just as his spirit feelers told him, nothing was wrong.
He had no choice but to go back up. When he jumped out of the well, he left a trail of mist behind him. This was because the water in the well was warmer than the outside world, which was a natural phenomenon.
Neet looked at Mister Padt's gloomy expression and knew he didn't find anything this time.
He didn't know what Mister Padt was looking for, but he wouldn't ask. If Mister Padt was willing to tell him, he would know. Asking Mister Padt if he didn't want to talk about it would only make Mister Padt angry.
"Mister Padt, shall we go to the next place? There are still four wells in Widow Street that we haven't checked yet. "
Angor was also thinking. According to his inspection, there were 33 wells that were older than 3,000 years in age in the area he marked. Including the other three whose age couldn't be determined, there were 36 wells in total. It wasn't a lot. If he was fast enough, he could finish all of them in one day.
However, he had already checked all the wells in the outer area. The remaining wells were all located in Lucas's residential area.
Normally, Lucas would have killed himself in one of the wells. However, when Angor wandered around the area two nights ago, he noticed that there were no supernaturals around.
If he went in now, he might attract unwanted attention.
Angor hesitated. Should he check it out?
"Speaking of which, there's a well in Widow Street. It belongs to a good friend of mine. He's the son of the commander of the Western Expedition Knights. He's a baronet now," Neet explained while looking at the map.
Angor's eyes lit up when he heard this.
"Neet, the main reason I came to Lost Paradise City this time is to find talented people. Since your friend is the son of a knight, maybe he has some talent. We can go there and test it out. "
Neet didn't know what to say. Was a knight's son supposed to be talented? Was there such a thing?
Neet didn't dare to refute Angor's words. He nodded and continued his work as a sleigh driver.
Angor knew that his reason was far-fetched. He closed his eyes and said, "From tomorrow onwards, you can help me spread the news and find suitable talents. You should know the restrictions. The place for the test will be … your home, right? "
Neet's face brightened up. The test at his home meant that the Ross Family was related to a wizard. This was a great opportunity for his family.
Neet nodded without hesitation. "Don't worry, sir. I'll get it done!"
But Neet suddenly remembered something. "Sir, Lost Paradise City has a population of over a million. There are a lot of people of suitable age. I don't think your home is big enough for you to spread the news. Also, your workload will increase."
Angor understood this. This was a big city with a population of over a million people.
He considered for a moment before saying, "You can limit the spread of the news. Also, if you want to test your talent, you have to pay five gold coins first. The five gold coins will not be refunded regardless of the result. "
Five gold coins was the same as giving away everything to a normal family.
Gold coins weren't useful to Angor, but they could be used to test one thing: "Are you prepared to pay the price for everything you have?"
The same logic applied to the path of a Magus. If you paid the price, you might fail. But if you didn't pay the price, you would never succeed.
The gold coins were only a way for Angor to limit the number of people. He planned to draw a spirit attack rune in front of Neet's home.
Only those who could survive the spirit attack would be qualified to take the test.
There were only two kinds of people who could survive the spirit attack: those with strong spirit power, and those with strong willpower.
This would serve as the second threshold. With these two thresholds, Angor believed that there wouldn't be too many people taking the test in the end.
Neet sighed in relief after hearing Angor's explanation. It would be too chaotic if all the people of suitable age flocked here regardless of their wealth.
While they were talking, the sledge had entered the Rue des Widows.
He was surprised to see that all the apprentices who were guarding the place had left. Either they got what they wanted and left, or they didn't find anything useful.
Angor preferred the second possibility. It happened three thousand years ago. Even if there was something left behind, it shouldn't have been discovered until now.
Since the apprentices had left, Angor didn't need to go to Neet's friend's house right away. Instead, he followed his original plan and checked the wells one by one.
As for whether or not he should check Lucas' mansion, he gave up the idea after some consideration.
If there really was something strange about it, the people from Song of the Deep would have taken it away long ago. Why would they wait for him to pick it up?
Angor checked the first three wells in Widow Street one by one. They were all diving wells, so he could easily reach the bottom without finding anything suspicious.
Angor could only hope that Neet's friend, the knight's son, would find something useful.
Unfortunately, he didn't find anything from the last well either. As for Neet's friend, he was also a mortal who didn't have any talent.
After leaving Widow Street, Angor went to check the other areas of Lucas' mansion.
There were supernaturals patrolling these areas, but they had all left. He successfully explored the last six wells, but in the end, he still didn't find anything.
On his way back to New Ross Mansion, Angor was puzzled.
Could it be that his judgment was wrong? Lucas didn't jump into his own well, but went to someone else's well to jump into? How could he be so shameless?
Or perhaps … Lucas wasn't lying about jumping into the well, was he?
In Lucas's logbook, other things happened after a delay of hundreds or thousands of years, such as the "sea of flowers" and the "wishing tree." Could it be that his jumping into the well was something that happened a long time later?
That shouldn't be possible.
There were two kinds of logbooks. The first kind looked real, such as daily routines, food, and drinks. There was no need to fake them.
The other type was obviously imaginary, such as the tearful sea of flowers, the island spirit, and the luminous wishing tree … These were also obvious at a glance, and they all had some kind of imaginary component.
Angor considered all these fictional things as some kind of unreliable "prophecy".
The last entry he wrote about "jumping into the well" was obviously the first one, which was why Angor had been searching for it so hard.
But now, he didn't find anything in all the wells. Angor used his spirit feelers to scan the area, but he couldn't find anything.
Could it be that Lucas was lying in the last entry?
He couldn't even tell if Lucas was the honest man he claimed to be, or if he was just a liar like everyone else said.
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