A moment later, Eureka checked Jon's condition and nodded. "His body has slowed down and he's starting to get stronger. This will last for about half a year, and he'll continue to weaken until he dies. "
"All in all, your attempt was a great success. But it also cost you a lot." Eureka glanced at the empty potions on the floor. She knew that the potions cost at least twenty to thirty thousand magic crystals.
"But at least you saved Jon's life. He should be able to live for another two years," Eureka said.
Eureka's voice was filled with joy. The longer Jon lived, the more data he would be able to gather.
Angor wasn't too happy about this. His original plan was to extend Jon's lifespan by at least 20 years, and then find other ways to extend it. But now, not only did he fail to achieve his goal, but his lifespan was also reduced by ten times.
How could he be happy about that?
"You don't look happy. Now you're worried about the potions?" Eureka asked.
"The potions were bought for Master Jon's use. What's there to feel bad about?" Angor considered for a moment. "Miss Eureka, is Professor Jon's only hope now?"
"You want him to come back to his senses?"
"Yes."
"You can remove the ice coffin. But once you do that, the world's consciousness will erode him faster. He'll die in half a month."
In other words, Jon's life could be extended by two years. Unsealing him would take at most half a month.
"Didn't you say you'll find a way to save him?" Eureka crossed her arms and looked down at Angor.
"I'll find a way to save Mister Jon." Angor sounded like he was answering Eureka, but he was actually talking to himself.
"I'll be looking forward to it." With that, Eureka turned around and walked out of the room.
Before Eureka could leave, Angor whispered to Eureka, "No matter what happens, Professor Jon is free."
"Freedom?" Eureka stopped. She didn't turn around. "Freedom? Ever since he came to the wizarding world, he had been chained up. All of his actions, under the corrosion of the world's will, were already beyond his control. Being imprisoned by the world, or being imprisoned by the sorcerers, or being imprisoned by himself, which one do you think is better? "
"My freedom has long been worn away. Even you and I can't talk about freedom, let alone him."
Eureka's voice grew fainter and fainter until it completely disappeared. Angor stayed in the ice room and remained silent for a while.
Eureka's words were reasonable. In a way, Angor was also restricting Jon's freedom.
However, without reaching that height, the so-called topic of freedom was actually just empty talk.
He did not want to think about the difference between "relative freedom" and "conceptual freedom". The only thing he wanted now was to keep Jon alive.
He spent a day and a night in the ice room, imprinting the image of the pale, withered face in the coffin in his mind. Then he turned around and left.
…
The sunlight outside was warm, and the fragrance of flowers filled the entire manor.
Angor was planning to go into seclusion to find a way to save his teacher. But before that, he decided to visit Tulu first. He didn't know how long Tulu's seclusion would last, so he had to take care of these trivial matters first.
Angor headed to the main gate of the manor. Soon, he saw Olga running to him with a food basket in her hand.
"Young Master, Head Maid Mana personally baked this pastry. She specifically asked me to bring it over." Olga looked at Angor shyly. Angor was already a handsome boy when he was still a child. Now that he had grown up, Olga couldn't help but become infatuated with him.
"My taste is a little different now. Thank you, Head Maid Mana." Angor accepted the basket with a smile and resisted the urge to take a bite right away.
He put the basket into his bracelet and continued walking to the gate. Olga quickly followed him.
"Is there anything else?" Angor looked at Olga in confusion.
Olga pouted. "Did you forget, Young Master? I'm your personal maid, and I couldn't find you several days ago. Of course I have to follow you. If there's anything you need, just tell me. "
Angor didn't know what to say. "You don't have to. I'm used to being alone —"
Before Angor could finish, Olga's eyes turned red again.
Angor sighed. "Fine. Speaking of which, there's something I need you to do for me."
Angor saw that Auri had stopped teasing him. "Go find Head Maid Mana for me and tell her to wait for me in the hall. I have something to discuss with her. Also, tell my brother to come too. "
After sending Olga away, Angor continued walking outside.
He did have something to discuss with Leon and Mana. After all, he didn't come back alone. He also brought the hope of an entire race with him.
All the servants he met on the way greeted him politely. The servant in the wheat field also knew who Angor was, and he greeted Angor carefully.
No matter who it was, Angor always responded with a polite smile.
After Angor left, the servant in the field sighed in relief. It seemed that the young master was as gentle as the rumors said. The servant didn't blame him for not recognizing Angor's identity that day. Instead, he couldn't sleep because of it.
Angor didn't know what the servants were thinking. He arrived at the gate of the manor, glanced at the owl that was pretending to be dead, and left without looking back.
His destination was the sheriff's hut.
People in Grue Town knew Angor as well as the people in the manor. However, unlike the servants in the manor who greeted Angor respectfully, most of the people in the town thought that Angor was just returning from his study trip in the capital. They treated him as if he was still a kid, which made them much friendlier than the servants in the manor.
"Mister Padt, did you just come back from your study?" It was an old scholar smoking a pipe. He was sitting in front of a small wooden hut under the shade of a sunflower.
Angor didn't hurry to find George. He stopped and asked, "Grandpa Parshar, did you learn to smoke a hookah from Mister Tim?"
"What do you mean I learned from him? Tim learned from me!" Parshar retorted, "I taught that bumpkin Tim how to smoke a hookah. I quit later, but Tim kept smoking."
"What quit? Back then, you were too poor, so poor that you couldn't afford to buy tobacco." The speaker was a burly man who walked out of a wooden hut next to Parshar's house. His name was Tim.
Parshar was an old scholar in town. He used to travel around the world when he was young and liked to show off. Tim was Parshar's neighbor and the only blacksmith in town. He was also a servant in Padt Manor. However, after he got married, Old Padt allowed him to move out of the manor.
These two people were neighbors, but they were also bad friends.
"Mister Padt, you're finally back. Mister Viscount always misses you." Tim bowed to Angor and grabbed Parshar's pipe. "You're smoking in front of Mister Padt, and you call yourself a scholar? You have no manners at all!"
Parshar cleared his throat. "Don't talk to me like that. You never put down your pipe when you saw Mister Padt before."
"I'm doing this for your own good. Smoke less. Look at you, you're coughing so hard, "Tim said.
Parshar couldn't take back his pipe. He stomped his foot. "Hey, you don't smoke now, but don't stop me."
Angor found it funny. Tim used to be the biggest smoker, while Parshar never smoked. Now it was the other way around. Parshar started smoking, while Tim didn't. Who knows what kind of unforeseen event happened?
"What? Not really. " Tim helped Parshar. "There are too many refugees nearby. They often come to the town to steal things. Sometimes, they even take livestock. One of Keeper Padt's cows was roasted by them. When we arrived, there was only a giant head left. We didn't dare to do anything to them. They don't have anything on them. Even if George catches them, they won't give us anything."
Parshar sighed. "My poor cow."
"We have nothing, so we don't have anything to worry about," Angor said after a moment of silence.
"Yes, that's what I meant. We can only strengthen our defenses, but there are too many refugees. "Tim shook his head and blew out a smoke ring." When will this war come to an end? And Yamei Province looks like it's going to end soon. "
"Tim's right. Maybe we'll all become refugees one day. That's why I'm so worried. That's why I smoke — Huh?! Tim! You're smoking with my pipe?! " Parshar suddenly saw Tim's face in the smoke. It took him a while to realize what was going on.
They began arguing again.
The heavy atmosphere that was originally rendered disappeared without a trace because of this.
"Don't worry. Even if the entire Goldspink Empire falls, Grue Town will still be the safest place," Angor said confidently.
Parshar and Tim didn't know where Angor's confidence came from. But when they saw that Angor didn't seem to be lying, they believed him.
After Angor left, Parshar suddenly spoke to Tim. "I don't know why, but I feel so much better now."
Tim nodded in surprise as well. "Same here. It seems that Mister Padt's return has given us a feeling of having our backbone back."
"Do you think Padt Manor will be unsealed because of this?" The two men whispered to each other. As for their argument about smoking, they slowly put it aside.
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