He landed on a mountain ridge outside of Grue Town. Soon, he saw Thewis standing on the path with his red hair fluttering in the wind.
"Thank you for the warning, Mister Thewis." Angor lowered his head.
"Alchemy omens are always big. You should do it on the sea next time. Otherwise, an alchemist who could produce omens would easily attract people's attention. You don't want Padt Manor to be targeted, do you? "Thewis' voice was cold and hoarse.
Angor nodded. He knew that alchemy omens would attract people's attention, but he thought that only Thewis and Eureka would notice them. Angor didn't really care if they did.
However, he didn't expect there to be guides from other organizations in the Old Earth.
The Old Earth wasn't that big in the first place, and it would be easy for them to find their way to Grue Town through the smell. By then, they might notice the abnormality in Padt Manor.
Angor was grateful for Thewis' warning.
"Mister Thewis, there hasn't been a guide in the Old Earth for a long time. The last time a guide showed up was because the guide was also from the Old Earth, and he was just visiting his family. Why is there another guide here? "Angor asked out of curiosity.
Thewis replied with a hint of bewilderment in his voice, "I don't know. Perhaps there's something fishy going on here. But it has nothing to do with us. "
With that, Thewis turned around and started walking down the mountain path.
Thewis didn't fly back. Instead, he walked. Clearly, he had something to tell Angor. Angor considered for a moment and followed him.
"The alchemy omen I just sensed had a kind of hidden fluctuation. Did you make a concealment item? "Thewis asked in a casual tone.
"Yes." Angor nodded. "To hide the ripples of the Dream Whelk, I made a small gadget."
Thewis choked. He recalled that he had also been attracted here by the Dream Whelk's mysterious energy fluctuations. So Angor made the item to guard against people like him?
Thewis was more surprised by the fact that Angor was willing to make a mid-tier item for such a trivial matter. What was more, Angor called it "a small toy"?
Thewis had already overestimated Angor's talent, but now he realized that he still underestimated it. Angor was not only talented in cultivation, but also in alchemy.
Thewis couldn't help but ask, "How did you do it? His cultivation speed is so fast that he is even more proficient in alchemy than people who have been studying it for a hundred years? "
Thewis realized that he was being a little rude. But since he already asked, he didn't want to take it back. He wanted to know what Angor's answer was.
"Luck," he said after a moment of silence.
Thewis obviously wasn't satisfied with this one-word summary, but he didn't continue asking. Instead, he simply said, "Luck? Heh, don't tell me you've been bewitched by a prophet? "
Thewis was only joking, but when Angor heard "Luck Spell", he felt something flashing in his mind, but he didn't know what it was about.
"How about we make a deal?"
"A deal?" Thewis' words caught Angor's attention. "What kind of deal?"
"Help me make a potion, and I'll agree to one of your requests," Thewis said.
"You want me to make a potion that can heal spirit injuries, mister?" Angor quickly understood Thewis' plan. He already knew that Eureka would ask for his help when he was working on the antidote, but Eureka seemed to have forgotten about it and never brought it up again. Who would have thought that Thewis would be the one to make such a request after a few days?
"Yes."
Angor smiled wryly. "I'm sorry, but I can't do that."
"Why? Do you think a favor from me isn't worth your alchemy?" Thewis narrowed his eyes.
"That's not it. If you want me to make a Tooling potion, I'll consider it. But if it's Apothecary, I can't. I only know how to make two or three types of potions, and antidotes are one of them. "
"But you …" Thewis frowned.
"Mister Thewis, I need to read Mister Mithra's alchemy notes before I can make the antidote. Mister Mithra was the one who taught me how to make the antidote. But my knowledge is limited, and I don't know how to make a spirit recovery potion, "Angor said in a righteous tone.
Thewis didn't need to use Truth Check to know that Angor wasn't lying.
So Angor really didn't know how to make potions? But Thewis had Mithra's potion, and Angor could learn how to make one. And he also had Mithra's alchemy notes.
Still, Thewis knew that Angor had no time to learn how to make potions now that he was focusing on Jon's recovery.
As Thewis sighed in his mind, they arrived at the main road leading to Grue Town. There was a refugee camp here, but there weren't many people around.
"Are you going to keep going? Don't. No one can enter Grue Town now. I think it's a ghost town now. " An old man in ragged clothes saw where Angor and Thewis were heading and couldn't help but try to persuade them.
"I don't think so. I saw a team of knights coming out of Grue Town just a few days ago." A young man walked out from the main road with a bird with a feathered arrow in his hand. "Maybe it's just like the stories in the books. Maybe a god cast a spell to hide Grue Town from the outside world and turned it into a peaceful land."
"God? If there's a god, do you think I'm going to leave my hometown at this age? I don't believe it. Maybe it's an evil witch who turned the baron of Grue Town into a vampire … "The old man sighed when he saw that the young man wasn't listening." Forget it, forget it. Let's not talk about it anymore. "
"Don't think too much. I'll roast some pigeon meat for you tonight."
As the young man spoke, he tore off the leg of the pigeon in his hand. Blood gushed out, and at the same time, an exquisite wooden tube fell from the leg of the pigeon.
"Why does it look like a carrier pigeon to me?" The old man picked up the tube. "Where did you get it?"
"Just outside Grue Town. This pigeon couldn't fly in, so it kept circling around the town. I shot an arrow at it! Just one arrow, I promise! "
While the young man was bragging about his skill, Angor approached them.
The old man was right. The pigeon was a carrier pigeon. And the small wooden tube was probably filled with letters.
This method of using carrier pigeons to send messages was actually the mainstream method in many mortal countries.
Since the young man said that the pigeon was circling around Grue Town, it probably wanted to fly to Grue Town. However, Angor's illusion prevented it from entering.
Angor didn't know who the pigeon was meant for. Since he already knew, he didn't mind helping.
When Angor came back with the wooden tube, Thewis asked in a plain tone, "You're talking about equivalent exchange for mortals?"
When Angor got the wooden tube, he used a silver coin to trade with a refugee.
"I think rules are better than no rules at all," Angor replied calmly.
Thewis smiled noncommittally.
They continued walking into the town together. Angor opened the wooden tube on their way and took out a rolled up envelope.
It was written on the cover and addressed to: Angor Padt.
Angor was a little surprised. He thought the messenger pigeon was for the townspeople or Sheriff George. But he didn't expect it to be Sheriff George who signed the letter himself.
Who would send a letter to him?
Angor turned the envelope over and saw the sender's name: Alan Moen.
Alan was the general who came to Moonwater City with Princess Shannon. After Princess Shannon's victory at Moonwater City, she moved on to other provinces while Alan stayed behind.
Angor set up a "Dream Enlightening Classes for Condemned Prisoners" outside the city, and Alan also helped him.
"A letter from Alan?" Angor opened the letter. He didn't know Alan that well, so he was curious about the purpose of the letter.
There were only a few lines on the letter, and Angor quickly finished reading.
He didn't expect Alan to send this letter because the kid who ran away came back looking for Angor.
When Angor helped Shannon deal with the supernatural who controlled the Heart Eaters, he saw that the man was called Ghostcaller, a rogue apprentice from the Rat Ant Society.
After killing Ghostcaller, Angor found a kid.
According to Ghostcaller, the kid was going to be his successor.
Back then, he was thinking that he still needed a talent for his guide mission. This kid was following Ghost Summoner, but Ghost Summoner did not teach him anything, nor did he join the Rat Ant Society. So, Angor decided to recruit him.
But since Angor was going to visit the Shannon Royal Palace, he left the kid in Alan's care. However, when Angor returned, the kid had already run away. Not only that, but he also released a bunch of "white-legged sea spiders", which poisoned several guards who were guarding him. If Angor didn't save them, they would have died.
Back then, Angor thought that he would just let the kid run away. He didn't care about the kid anyway, and he was even disgusted by the kid's evil behavior.
But he didn't expect the kid to come back to Alan after running away for half a year.
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