"I remember Miss Flora told me that they came back last night," Lucien said.
?
Angor wondered if there was a connection between his teacher's return last night and his death. He also noticed that after last night, the thunderclouds that covered the entire Devil's Water began to disperse. Perhaps this was also something worth noting.
Angor typed all these thoughts into words and recorded them on his tablet. He could not prove his thoughts with his current identity. He could only write them down and wait for the day when he was strong enough to solve the mystery.
He put the Alien Eye back into his shirt and kept it close to his body as usual.
— Maybe the Alien Eye would have some unexpected changes after last night. Whether it was good or bad, Angor had to accept it. He could not abandon the Alien Eye for a possible bad future, so he had to carry it with him at all times.
Angor decided not to think about the light spots for now.
It was already dusk. Since he had nothing else to do after dinner, he read a short section of a novel on his tablet and fell asleep.
The next day, when the sky was bright, a huge steam-powered airship approached from afar and parked near a small hill. Magic runes were flashing on the surface of the airship, which were similar to the ones on the Shadow Servant's robe. They were also hidden runes.
The airship's door opened, revealing a short, gray old man. Two figures suddenly appeared beside him.
It was Sunders and Flora.
"Oh my, there are only 10 geniuses this time? Wallace's people are going to cause trouble again when we get back. "The old man closed his eyes and sensed for a moment. It seemed he could see everything going on in the underground cavern.
"I'm not worried. Those people from the academic party know that with our style, this kind of result is inevitable. They're just making a fuss to save face, "said Flora carelessly." That's right.
Recruiting talents was an inherent mission of every sorcerer organization, but for most sorcerers, this mission was a hot potato. If they did not do it, they would not get any students. If they did it, they would waste time. Generally speaking, this kind of task would be pushed back and forth, and in the end, it would be handed over to Sorcerer-Apprentices. When Sunders accepted the mission, many people were shocked.
At that time, the representatives of the academics, led by Wallace, were firmly against Sunders recruiting talents. Knowing Sunders' character, he would definitely resort to the most extreme methods, such as "deathmatches in nine chambers". There were already very few talented people. After the "Nine Cabin Deathmatch", how many Source Energy Sources would be summoned back in the end?
These recruited students would eventually be assigned to their subordinates! To them, it was equivalent to free labor! With fewer students, there would be fewer free labor! Of course, they did not want Sunders to recruit talents.
As a matter of fact, Sunders' main goal was to find Greya. Recruiting talents was just a side quest. Flora remembered that Sunders only said, "Fine. How about I leave the mission to you?"
This sentence was comparable to a supreme killing weapon. All of the Sorcerers, regardless of whether they were from the practical faction or the scholarly faction, rejected the offer and scattered. Even Wallace felt awkward for a long time. Then, he used his old legs as an excuse and ran away.
In the end, the task of recruiting talents fell on Sunders' shoulders.
"Oh, my god! That's strange! I can't believe Lady Flora didn't call them 'dissidents'. If Wallace was here, he would be happy, "said the old man with an exaggerated emoji.
Flora shrugged. "Can't help it. My dear professor just found a student who's obviously an academic. For the sake of a happy future, I'll let 'dissidents' go to hell! Oh, I almost forgot to correct Mister Ness' mistake. This time, we didn't get ten talents, but eight. "
Flora pointed at Angor's room. "That's my professor's new student, Angor. He's not part of the selection." She pointed in another direction. "That's the otherworldly hybrid over there. He's not part of the selection either."
The old man, Ness, did not care about the difference between ten and eight talents. Instead, he stared at the expressionless Sunders in disbelief. "Mister Sunders got a student? An academic one?! It's unbelievable. Was I dreaming just now? "
Sunders glanced at Ness. It was a calm and indifferent look, but Ness immediately put away his arrogance and put on a frightened expression.
"Stop wasting time. Let's begin," Sunders said.
Ness nodded vigorously. "Ahem, ahem. Since the Savage has arrived at its destination, let's let the geniuses board the cabin!"
…
Angor and the other talents boarded The Savage.
Perhaps it was because they had been confined to the tents for the past few days, but after they boarded the airship, they gathered on the deck of the Savage. Facing the biting cold wind, they formed their own formations and enjoyed a rare moment of freedom.
It was the first time for most of them to see a steam airship. They all had different opinions about how it could fly in the sky. Some said it was a spell, some said it was alchemy, and some said it was a magic array.
"I don't think it's any of them," Sailum said with a serious look while holding his beloved thick book.
"Then why do you think it can fly?" Nausica leaned against the railing on the deck and smoked her pipe while asking in a casual manner. The chilly wind ruffled her long hair and rustled the scales on her shoulders.
"I don't know. But I think it's something like a clock. Something connected to it," Sailum said.
"What do you think, Angor?" Nausica asked.
"Maybe Sailum is right," Angor replied in a noncommittal manner.
But not entirely. Steam airships did have a mechanical side. But to maintain such high speed and stability, there must be an Occult side as well. Angor thought to himself.
Nausica could tell that Angor was just trying to brush her off, but no one would mind. Everyone gathered on the deck to enjoy the wind. They did not have any specific purpose, and they were just chatting.
"Yawn!" Sailum sneezed loudly. "The wind is so strong. I'll get sick if I keep this up."
Nausica looked at Sailum's snot running down his face and shook her head. "Looks like you and Angor need more training."
Angor was also feeling chilly. He was a little embarrassed by Nausica's words.
Angor took out a handkerchief with his family's lion heart sewn on it from his pocket and handed it to Sailum. "Wipe yourself. It's really windy. Let's go back first."
Sailum nodded. He would rather go back to his room to read than to enjoy the wind. Angor did not want to stay on the deck either. The wind aside, the pointers from the talents around him, whether they were malicious or not, were enough to make him feel uncomfortable.
"I'm not going back. It's a rare chance for me to relax. It'll be boring if I don't enjoy it," Nausica said.
Angor and Sailum left the deck and walked through the mechanical-style corridors. In the past, Brute Cavern usually took in several talents to share a room. This time, excluding Angor, there were only nine talents in total. Therefore, there were many extra rooms on Barbaric, so everyone could have their own room. Sailum and Angor's rooms were on different floors. Angor was on the upper floor, while Sailum was on the lower floor.
After saying goodbye to Sailum at the stairwell, Angor saw a small shadow standing in front of his room.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a young Demonic Falcon.
The falcon had a golden beak, black feathers, and blood-red eyes. It looked very beautiful. Before Angor could figure out why it was standing in front of his door, he heard a familiar voice coming from the falcon.
"Angor, this demon falcon is my alchemy familiar. Follow it to my room," said Angor.
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