By the time Toby's belly was full, the door to the village head's house was pushed open. An old man with a walking stick entered the house with a sad look on his face.
"Dad, how are Kumore and Tulu doing?" The village head walked over to the old man and asked in a concerned tone.
"Kumore is fine. His mother gave him a good beating. Half the village can hear him crying." The old man sighed and said, "As for the kid from the Scott Family, his bleeding has stopped, but unfortunately, his left ear is still deaf."
An old woman came out of the kitchen and chimed in, "Well, he's lucky that he's still alive. At least he still has an ear."
The old man slammed the floor with his walking stick. "That's not a nice thing to say, old woman. Scott's grandmother might have a grudge against you in the past, but you can't bring it to your grandson. "
The old man dragged the old woman out of the house and began arguing with her.
The village head turned around and apologized to Angor, who was watching the show.
Angor didn't mind. He picked up Toby from the table and put the boy into his chest pocket. "Thank you for your hospitality, sir. I'll go check on Tulu now."
Angor didn't listen to the village head's words and walked out of the house. He left a gold coin on the table as payment for the meal.
Angor closed his eyes to sense Tulu's location and found that the boy was already back at home. Then, he strode toward the coconut tree garden.
He wasn't surprised to learn that Tulu had lost his hearing in his left ear. He already knew that.
Angor could have saved Tulu's life before the boy lost his hearing, but he didn't do so. Angor wanted to teach Tulu a good lesson and hope that Tulu would learn from it and grow up.
Every wizard organization had their own guidance mission, and those who carried out the mission had their own way of selecting talents. For example, Sunders' deathmatch.
The deathmatch was cruel, but it at least taught the talents that the wizarding world was full of competition and cruelty.
In fact, this was also a kind of shocking education. The world view of order and rules that you had formed in the mortal world was ruthlessly torn apart, and then glued back together to form a new world view. And this new world view belonged to the deceitful Magus World.
It was an extreme method, but it worked well and didn't hinder the apprentices' growth. As far as Angor knew, the last batch of apprentices who survived the deathmatch all had their own experiences. Of course, Hookdick was the only exception.
Even Hookdick had his redeeming qualities. The deathmatch was cruel, but it was also a good way to recruit talents.
Now that Papaya and the other two had joined him, he only needed to find two more people to complete a guide quest.
Angor's time, he didn't need to set up a recruitment method.
As long as he could find someone to fill the numbers, he would be fine.
But after what happened to Tulu, Angor realized that if he brought Tulu into the wizarding world, the boy would be devoured by all kinds of monsters in less than two days, unless he was extremely lucky.
On the other hand, perhaps Tulu would restrain his saintly nature after this incident. Perhaps that wasn't a bad thing after all.
Angor decided to be cautious. He only needed one more talent, so he didn't want to push them into a pit of fire instead of leading them to the truth.
When Angor arrived at Tulu's house, he saw a group of villagers crowding around the entrance. However, as soon as Angor showed up, the crowd quickly dispersed, and the garden became much quieter.
The single-story wooden house looked a little old. Angor pushed the door open and saw Tulu lying on the bed, while Raif was taking care of him.
When Angor came in, Reif bowed to Angor and hid outside the room like a frightened bird.
Tulu forced himself to sit up and greet Angor.
Tulu lowered his head and looked a little uneasy. He could tell that Mister Padt wasn't happy with his behavior.
When he came back, he was still in a daze due to the loss of his left ear. Then, he slowly began to think about what he did wrong. He had spent a long time in White Shell City and was no stranger to the world of adepts. As such, he began to understand why Mister Padt was so displeased with him.
Tulu was clearly feeling a little uneasy when he saw Angor again.
Angor gave Tulu a meaningful glance. It was impossible for Tulu to change completely in just one hour. But Angor could see something different in the boy's eyes.
At the very least, he understood where he was not good enough. That was good enough.
Now that the seed was planted, whether it would grow into a giant tree or an ugly melon depended on whether Tulu could adapt to the wizarding world.
When Tulu saw Angor's silence and wondered if he should apologize, he suddenly heard Angor's voice.
"Rest for tonight. We'll be on our way tomorrow."
With that, Angor waved a hand and closed the door behind him. Then, he sat down in front of the stove in the middle of the house and closed his eyes to rest.
Tulu looked at Mister Padt's chiseled face under the illumination of the firelight. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he still admired Mister Padt. Mister Padt was a real genius in the wizarding world. When would Angor become as mature and wise as Mister Padt?
"What are you looking at me for?" Angor suddenly spoke again.
It took Tulu a while to realize that Angor was talking to him. He thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "Sir, I didn't use my brain today. I saw Kummer fall into the water, and the sea monster wasn't that big. It was much smaller than the one we encountered on the ship, so I rushed over."
"And then?" Angor's voice was still as cold as usual. He sounded less lazy than usual.
"I'll keep my kindness to myself and know where I'm going from here."
"If you choose to be kind or not, it won't conflict with your future path. What you need to know is whether you should do it, how you should do it, and whether I can do it or not. "Angor didn't want to interfere with Tulu's future.
Only by thinking independently could one deal with unexpected situations in the wizarding world.
Tulu was also lost in thought for half a day. When Tulu woke up, his eyes were much clearer than before.
However, even though he had thought things through, it didn't mean that his body was fine.
"Mister Padt, is it really impossible for me to get my ears back?" Tulu asked in a low voice.
"You'll know when you enter the wizarding world. Anything can happen. Even if you want to remove your ears and attach them to your belly button, you can still do it," Angor explained.
Tulu relaxed a little after hearing Angor's words. It was getting late. Tulu lay on his bed and slowly fell asleep while listening to the crackling of the firework.
When Tulu finally fell asleep, Angor suddenly opened his eyes.
He cast a nightmare illusion on Tulu and put him into a deep sleep. As for himself, he took out the Church of the Deceased, which looked like a miniature sculpture.
Although it seemed like he was resting, he had been keeping his spirit feelers inside his bracelet. First, he was observing the Krakoks to make sure they were doing well. Then, he turned his attention to the Church of the Deceased.
His next stop was to leave Ferran Land and travel to the Land of Revelation through Blackberry Waters. Before reaching the Land of Revelation, Angor wanted to confirm the location of the Dream Whelk from Moonlight Coast with Freud.
The Mystery item wasn't useful to him, but it could help him study Mystery items and become a Mystery Alchemist sooner.
After chatting with Freud for a while and confirming the general location, Angor also added some entertainment facilities for Freud.
Freud had been living in the illusion for half a year, and he had read most of the books Angor prepared for him. Angor decided to create some more books, most of which were literary works or novels. At the same time, Angor also created a sub-illusion of Monument Valley for Freud to pass the time.
When the new illusion was almost done, he prepared to leave.
But at that moment, he sensed that Torras, who had been unconscious for almost a week, had opened his eyes in another room of the Church of the Deceased.
…
"Who am I?" A voice rang out from the depths of his heart, asking the question to his somewhat chaotic memories.
With the appearance of this sentence, a bunch of related memories popped out of the memory box. From the naughty and mischievous childhood to the unruly teenage years, and then to the high-spirited youth years, all of them were instilled into his mind like images.
"My name is Torras. I am the Glory of the Elosians. I am the Demon King of the Easternmost Sea. I am also the Ruthless King …" He quietly accepted the series of memories.
"Where am I from?" Another question popped up in Freud's mind.
The memory box gave him the answer again, "I'm from the Phantom Continent."
"Where am I going?" The third question popped up in Freud's mind.
This time, Freud's mind was in a mess. Many memories popped up in his mind. The Magic Eaves Corridor, the Phantom Continent, Ferran Land, the Old Earth … There were many places he wanted to visit, but none of them gave him an answer. In the end, he found himself in a dark world.
"Filthy, stinky, dead, and lifeless. Yes! I need to get out of here. As long as I can get out of here, I'll go anywhere! "
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