Rossum went to talk to Freud?
Already?
It only took the Ashen Traders a week. Did they already know where to find a magic scroll that could increase one's luck?
Scrolls that could increase one's luck rarely appeared even once in a hundred years.
"What did he say after he came?" Angor asked in a puzzled tone. Did he find anything about the scrolls? "
Freud tried to recall his conversation with Rossum. "Yes, but I don't think it's worth mentioning."
"What's going on?"
Freud shook his head and sighed. "Rossum said that they found a wizard who has one of these scrolls, and he's interested in selling it. But he's not going to use magic crystals. He's going to barter with other items. "
Bartering was a common way of doing business in the wizarding world. Angor didn't see anything wrong with it. But he had an idea when he heard Freud's tone. "Is he asking for an exorbitant price?"
Freud nodded. "Not only that. He's asking for an exorbitant price."
"What does he want?"
"A drop of Fragment of Eternity," Freud said. Freud continued, "Fragments of Eternity are much more valuable than a magic scroll with the attribute of luck. How dare he call them that? How dare he call them that? A few drops of Fragment of Eternity can turn into a Sorcerer's Garden. It's a weapon of mass destruction! How can a scroll that only lasts for one or two seconds get something like that?! "
Freud's indignation was understandable.
But if Angor thought about it from another perspective, he could use the Dream Whelk to send the scroll into the dream wasteland again and again. As long as he had enough energy, he could use the scroll for countless seconds. It was a good deal.
Still, Angor didn't know how much Fragment of Eternity was worth. However, he couldn't make a deal with this person. Fragments of Eternity might have a price, but there was never a market for them.
Fragments of Eternity could only be produced in small quantities, and they were so useful that no one was willing to give them to someone else.
Even the diluent of Fragment of Eternity would cost thousands or even tens of thousands of magic crystals. This diluent was made by diluting impurities into hundreds of portions.
In other words, even a drop of Fragment of Eternity with impurities was worth about a million magic crystals. Not to mention a complete drop of Fragment of Eternity without any impurities.
"They only accept fragments of eternity?"
"That's right!" Freud nodded angrily.
Angor sighed. There was nothing he could do if he only accepted fragments of eternity. Even if he had the money, he wouldn't be able to buy it.
"I've already told Rossum that we won't accept this information for now. Let them keep looking," Freud grumbled. "There's no way we're going to get a magic crystal with this kind of information!"
Freud was still complaining, so Angor tried to talk him out of it. Even if Freud got the scroll, he would have to wait until he became a wizard before he could use it again. Freud still had a long way to go.
"Sigh, I just can't take it anymore." "Didn't he realize that the Fragment of Eternity would only appear when a plane is fusing? But it's not that easy to encounter a plane fusion!"
While Freud was still mumbling about "once in a thousand years", Angor suddenly remembered the situation at Parmigi Highlands.
It was almost certain that there would be a plane fusion at Parmigi Highlands. And it would be a fairly large world that was going to fuse with the southern wizardry region. There would be a lot of Fragments of Eternity coming out.
Angor felt a little regretful when he thought of this. Due to the Alien Eye, he didn't dare to approach the plane fusion. In fact, he had already made up his mind that he would leave this place for a while before the plane fusion.
Still, it wasn't too bad. Even if he didn't leave, he wouldn't be able to get the fragments anyway.
Once the plane fusion was over, he could ask around and see if anyone was willing to sell a fragment of Fragment of Eternity. If no one was willing, he would have to give up.
When Freud finished venting his frustrations, he suddenly thought of something and said, "By the way, my lord. That Rossum not only brought the news of the previous cripple, but also another piece of news. "
He said that his captain wants to meet you in person. He wants to talk about a deal, as well as information about the person you're looking for. " "Rossum was very cautious when he told me about this. It seems like he took it very seriously." Freud's expression turned a little doubtful.
"A deal?" Angor didn't recall telling Rossum anything like that. As for the person he was looking for … Cassini's name popped up in Angor's mind.
Could it be that they had found out about Cassini?
"What did you tell him?"
"I told Rossum that you've left, sir. I don't know when you'll be back." Freud: "Rossum gave me a Perceptive post and told me to tell him if I hear anything about you. I saw that he looked very serious, but I don't know what's going on. "
"Tell him that I'm back at Fey Continent. If they have something important to tell me, they'll come to me. "
"I see," said Freud.
Angor noticed that Jon was still working on his book, so he decided to talk to Freud about the development of Foundation City as well as the recent progress of the experiment samples.
Freud mentioned Torras when he talked about the recent developments of Foundation City.
After Torras showed up as the new sheriff, Angor had to admit that Torras had become the new sheriff of Foundation City. Due to the previous murder incident, the somewhat chaotic First Heart City slowly returned to order.
Torras's display of martial prowess had shocked everyone.
The citizens of Foundation City were carefully selected by Freud, and they all obeyed the rules of an orderly society. However, because Origin City was still in its infancy stage, they had not yet adapted to it. However, with the appearance of the sheriff, the strengthening of the guards, and the appearance of the acting city lord, Origin City slowly returned from its impetuous state to its mundane state.
Torras played an important role in this.
"Torras is a good guy, but he likes to show off too much. Also, he's a bit unreasonable. It's hard to control him." Freud rubbed his temples.
At this moment, a woman in a tight-fitting uniform came to Freud in a hurry.
"Mister Tissen! Bad news!" The woman had a delicate face, but she seemed to be worried.
Before Freud could say anything, the woman quickly explained, "It's the sheriff. H-he's chasing a bird. He's trampling on the buildings and damaged many of them. The construction workers are already complaining about it." "What?!" Freud's eyes widened. "He's chasing a bird. He's trampling on the buildings and damaged many of them. The construction workers are already complaining about it."
Torras was chasing a bird.
Freud sneaked a glance at Angor and knew who the bird was.
Angor didn't notice Freud's gaze because he was using his "Omniscient View" to observe the situation.
After a while, he looked away.
Torras and Toby were indeed chasing a bird, but they didn't seem to be at each other's throats. Torras wasn't a stranger to Toby. He still remembered what happened when he was an undead, but he didn't want to think about it because it was too complicated. However, he didn't forget about Angor and Toby.
After all, Angor was the one who brought him out of that small, dark, and filthy world. Therefore, Torras was quite familiar with Angor and Toby's memories.
When Torras saw Toby in Firstheart City, he wanted to have some fun with Toby.
Toby was also a playful person, so Torras didn't mind playing with Toby at all. Now, Torras and Toby were actually playing with each other.
Since Angor knew that, he wasn't worried. He brought Toby into the dream wasteland to relieve the bird's frustration. Now that Toby was feeling better, it was a good thing.
As for the construction of Foundation City … well, as long as no one was hurt, the rest could be fixed later.
Freud also sighed in relief when he learned that there wasn't a fight going on between the two of them.
"I just got back to Brute Cavern and have some business to attend to. As for Toby, he'll leave when he's tired." With that, Angor bid farewell to Freud and left the dream wasteland.
Once back in the real world, Angor began his daily meditation.
Now that he was a top-level apprentice, he didn't need to replenish his mana pool. All he needed to do was to maintain it. Therefore, he could meditate much faster than before.
An hour later, Angor opened his eyes.
Since he was going to meet Mister Rein tomorrow, he planned to visit Flora and the others today.
If Flora could contact Sunders, he wouldn't have to mention this matter again when he went to see Mister Rein.
With that in mind, he opened the door and headed to Rockwell Society.
When he came down from the corridor on the second floor, he bumped into Butler Goode at the corner. Goode was holding several letters and hesitating at the staircase.
"Butler Goode?" Angor called out.
Goode looked up. "You came just in time, Mister Padt. I've just received a few invitations from official Magi. I'm hesitating if I should give them to the young master. "
Angor took a look at the letters. Just like before, they were all about alchemists.
Moreover, most of these Magi were people he had never seen before.
Angor took out a piece of paper and quickly wrote down several replies using a copy spell.
Although the other party was an official Magus, looking at this thick pile, if he really had to do alchemy one by one, he wouldn't be able to do anything for the next few years. Besides, there were also a bunch of people who wanted him to make high-tier items. If he could, he would really want to do it. But it was something that could only be found by chance.
Of course, Angor rejected the invitations. However, Angor didn't dare to reject them directly. Instead, he explained that he was currently at the peak of apprentice level and needed to focus on leveling up first, so he couldn't make any alchemy right now.
Becoming a wizard? This was an extremely important moment in the life of every Magus, so he used this reason to reply to the letter. It was very proper, and it would not cause any criticism or disgust.
He handed the letter to Goode and asked him to spread the word before leaving Phantom Island.
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