Angor finally realized what Torras was trying to say.
When Torras was on his deathbed, he talked a lot of nonsense. He did say that he was starving, so he prayed for more ships to enter the island. Since he couldn't get out, he hoped that the outside world would bring him more food and water.
Back then, he saw Lucas' skull glowing with a golden light. Clearly, Torras heard Angor's words.
"So … ships were always disappearing in Gearwheel Abyss because of something you said?" Angor muttered under his breath.
When he was on The Limpet, Helen told him that ships often got lost in the Gearwheel Abyss. At first, he thought it was just an unknown phenomenon at Devil's Water. Now that he thought about it, it was all because of Torras's nonsense.
Torras took off his helmet, scratched the back of his head, and smiled innocently. "I don't know either."
Torras' soul had returned to his prime appearance. He had short black hair that looked like the spikes of a hedgehog. Unfortunately, he had a baby face. No matter how one looked at him, he looked like a fourteen or fifteen year old youth.
"Lucas' skull fulfilled your wish of teleportation and your wish of never dying. You're now a soul, or an undead spirit, so you won't die." Angor shook his head. So Torras' unconscious mumbling was the cause of everything that happened in the future.
Because of this, countless people and ships had been buried. It was even to the extent that the legend of the "Graveyard of Ships" had appeared in that deathly silent space.
If other people knew the truth, they would probably stop worshiping the legendary pirate. They might even dig up his cenotaph.
Now it seemed that Lucas' logbook wasn't the only thing that confirmed Angor's suspicion. Even Torras's words served as circumstantial evidence that made the situation even clearer.
Lucas' skull must be the source of all the misfortune because it became a Mystery item without anyone noticing.
But … he sighed again. Even if he understood everything now, it would be useless.
It was too late.
Now that he had more or less figured out what was going on, Angor decided not to tell Torras anything else. Instead, he showed Torras some books about the current era so that Torras could read more about it.
Next, Angor put away the Church of the Deceased and leaned against one of the wooden pillars in the house with a bitter expression.
Anyone would regret missing out on such a powerful Mystery item, and Angor was no exception. Even if he could get a Mystery item at the next stop, the more the merrier. Besides, it was a Mystery item that was almost as powerful as the "law of causality".
He regretted his decision so much that his intestines almost turned green. He spent the whole night in frustration.
The next day, when Tulu woke up from his sweet dream, the first thing he saw was Mister Padt, who was wearing a cold expression. He thought Mister Padt was still angry about what happened last night, so he lowered his head and kept quiet.
"There's soup made by Kumore's mother's on the table," Angor said... and you have half an hour to pack your things... "
Tulu looked at the small wooden table next to him and saw a bowl of delicious soup on it.
Tulu's expression changed when he realized that Kumore's mother was the one who made the soup.
However, Tulu only managed to stay calm for a few seconds before Mister Padt threw a cold glare at him. "What? Are you worried she'll poison you? "
"No." Tulu quickly waved his hands. "I'm just —"
"Then drink it. Remember to bring some food. We don't have that much for you on the way." Angor humphed and left the house.
Dumbfounded, Tulu stared at the closed door. Why did it feel like Mister Padt had become a completely different person?
As soon as Angor stepped out of the door, he saw his yard was crowded with people. They were all villagers from the fishing village. They all took a step back when they saw Angor.
Since Angor didn't chase them away, they kept looking at him curiously.
They didn't dare to look at Angor's face, so they only saw a couple kneeling on the ground.
This couple was none other than Kummer's parents. Kumore was also kneeling on the ground with dark circles under his eyes. It seemed he didn't sleep well last night.
"It's all our fault, Mister Wizard. Please forgive Kumore …"
Kumore's mother kowtowed again and again as soon as she saw Angor leaving the house. Tears flowed down her cheeks like a waterfall. She kept saying things like "Kumore is too young" and "Please forgive him, Mister Padt."
Kumore's father was an old fisherman, but he did not say a word. Although he was kneeling on the ground, he only smoked his pipe. No matter how much Kumore's mother hinted at him, he did not move.
Kumore, on the other hand, was still sobbing on the ground. He didn't dare to cry too loudly because his father warned him not to disturb Uncle Tulu who was resting inside.
Angor already knew what was going on outside. The villagers were still pointing at Kumore when he came out. But now, no one dared to say anything.
In fact, it was a very simple matter.
Kumore had nightmares last night. Every time he closed his eyes, he would see himself being eaten by a ferocious monster in the water because of a prank.
Kumore was so scared that he peed his pants. He couldn't sleep after waking up.
Kumore's mother finally remembered Angor's words and realized that it was Angor's doing. She brought her family to Angor's house early in the morning and begged for forgiveness.
Angor remained silent. He was already frustrated about missing out on a Mystery item, and now he was even more annoyed by the current situation.
Still, he considered himself a member of the Lawful Faction, so he simply sat in the yard without doing anything to vent his anger.
During this time, he learned a lot about Kumore's family.
Kumore was a spoiled brat, of course. Kumore's mother wasn't a bad person. Her only flaw was that she spoiled Kumore too much. Kumore's father spent most of his time fishing in the sea. He would wake up early and go to bed late every day.
This led to Kumore's undisciplined and unruly personality.
However, if one were to look at the root of the problem, it would seem that none of them had made a big mistake. But every member of their family had a small flaw, and if these small flaws accumulated, it would easily lead to a big mistake.
Angor glanced at the other villagers. Every family in the village, including Kumore's family, was the same. They were kind but stupid. They spoiled their children but lacked means. They were too far away from the city to get a good education.
They were the epitome of small fries in this era.
They were trapped in life and had no choice.
Kumore's mother begged for forgiveness all morning, but Angor didn't say anything. It wasn't until Tulu finished packing his luggage and stepped out of the house that the atmosphere changed.
Kumore's father came back from fishing late last night, so he didn't see Tulu yet.
When he saw Tulu's face covered in white bandages, tears began to flow out of his eyes.
Kumore's father, who had been silent all this time, kept apologizing to Tulu and Tulu's grandmother.
Tulu was silent for a while. Seeing Leif standing next to him, he asked and understood the situation.
Kumore's mother also noticed Tulu's reaction. She thought Tulu would ask the wizard for mercy after hearing about Kumore's nightmare. However, Tulu didn't do that.
"Mister Padt, shall we leave now?"
Angor glanced at Tulu and grinned. At least Tulu's kindness had been restrained a little.
Angor stood up and looked at Kumore's family. "Like I said, the nightmare isn't a punishment. When he realizes his mistake, the nightmare will go away. "
He ignored Kumore's mother who was crying even louder and headed outside with Tulu.
No one dared to stop them. They all moved aside to make way for them.
When they reached the entrance of the village, Tulu saw the village leader and his father.
"Are you going to take Tulu with you, my lord?" It was the village chief's father, the old man with a walking stick.
"I'm a traveler. There are so many beautiful things waiting for me. I can't stay here forever." Angor smiled.
The village leader also looked at Tulu. Tulu's head was covered in bandages, but he was carrying a large bag on his back. "Duru, shouldn't you at least wait until your wounds are healed?" The village head asked.
Tulu shook his head. "That's why I'm leaving. I need to heal faster."
Tulu meant that he wanted to become a supernatural as soon as possible so that his left ear could be healed. The village leader, on the other hand, understood that Tulu regarded the fishing village as a sad place and wanted to leave to heal his heart.
The village leader sighed. "Then … come back as soon as possible. The fishing village will be your home forever. "
Tulu nodded. "I know. I hope you can help me take care of my grandmother's resting place. "
The village leader nodded. "Don't worry. Leave it to me."
"Let's go." Angor finished talking with the old man and stepped out of the village. Tulu waved at the villagers behind him, hugged his childhood friend Leif, and talked about their future. Then, he rushed out of the fishing village with a lot of emotions.
He wasn't sure what kind of path lay ahead of him. But the unknown was always more interesting, wasn't it?
At the same time, a young man in a blue robe was sitting at the bottom of the sea, studying a cross-class cantrip with a leaf in his hand. While yawning, he felt a little helpless as he watched the airship disappear into the horizon.
"Ugh …" For the sake of the mission, I'll follow them.
The blue-robed young man shook his head. His entire body turned into a bubble and melted into the undercurrent at the bottom of the sea, disappearing along with the current.
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