“Rossum came?!”
It was only about a week since Angor visited Rossum. Seemed the Ashen Traders already found clues about where to find a “scroll of luck”.
“What did he say?” asked Angor.
“He told me a name…” Freud recalled. “But I don’t think it was of any help, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, he said he had a friend who’s selling the scroll you’re seeking. But you can’t get it by paying magic crystals. The seller wishes to exchange it for something else.”
Exchanging properties was common among wizards, so this wasn’t a problem. But Angor got a bad feeling when seeing Freud’s doubtful look.
“Did the seller ask for something too expensive?”
“It’s more than that, Mister Padt. His offer was absurd.”
“What did he want?”
“A Fragment of Eternity, sir. We all know such things are more important than a scroll of luck. I mean, the scroll can only give you a short-lived boost, like for one or two seconds. But with enough Fragments of Eternity, you can build a Sorcerer’s Garden! That guy must be stupid, thinking you’d agree.”
What Freud said was mostly true. Though Angor was a different case since the scroll could work unlimitedly inside the dream wasteland.
Still, he was not going to do the trade because it was even harder to find a Fragment of Eternity than searching for a scroll of luck. An impure fragment could be made into roughly a hundred units of fragment diluent, each of which was worth thousands of crystals. As for a pure fragment… Its true price could easily go beyond common sense if it was taken to a public auction.
“They only asked for a Fragment of Eternity and nothing else?”
“That’s what Rossum said,” Freud scoffed.
“That can’t be helped then. This isn’t something I can buy even if I’m the richest guy in the wizarding world.”
“I told Rossum that we won’t accept it. He’ll keep looking for other ways,” said Freud. “Isn’t he a professional trader or something? He should know it was stupid.”
“No need to worry. It’s not like I need the scroll soon.”
“I just don’t understand. Fragments of Eternity are only generated by a plane fusion, right? It’s already difficult to bump into one, let alone collect those stuff while avoiding all the danger and rivals.”
Angor suddenly thought about the coming plane fusion at Parmigi Highlands. From what he heard, the fusion was likely to be a large-scale one, which meant more Fragments of Eternity to be found.
But… He already decided to stay away from it to protect his Alien Eye. It would be a huge problem if any wizard saw the artifact “coming alive” during the fusion.
Besides, he couldn’t just take all the Fragments of Eternity when all the wizards were watching anyway.
He might try asking around right after the plane fusion if anyone was willing to sell a fragment.
“By the way, sir, Rossum brought another message for you,” said Freud. “Their leader wants to see you. He said you were asking for a name, and they learned some clues about it.”
Must be Cassini, Angor thought. “What did you tell him?”
“The truth, sir. I said you already left and won’t come back too soon. He gave me a tool for contacting him and told me to use it as soon as I found you.”
“Then tell him I’m currently at Fey Continent. He’ll come and find me if it’s urgent.”
“Got it, sir.”
Angor saw Jon still focused on civil work and decided to discuss the city and their “dream project” with Freud.
Torras did a good job bringing the city back onto the right track after the crime unsettled all the citizens. By force, of course.
Freud was already careful when picking new citizens. But even the most adamant ones could have trouble adapting to the ways of the Foundation City. Now, having a good mayor and law keepers was very helpful.
“Torras is good. The only problem is that he loves showing off way too much. And we can’t tell him to stop.” Freud rubbed his forehead.
A uniformed woman suddenly came running to them.
“Mister Dison-*huff* The-the sheriff. He’s chasing after a bird. People are complaining that he damaged a lot of buildings. What should we do?!”
Torras is after a bird? Freud glanced at Angor and already knew what was going on.
Angor was using his nightmare vision to scan the city. He saw Torras and Toby randomly dashing among the buildings in a somewhat playful way. Apparently, Torras remembered who Toby was and only wanted to have a speed contest.
Toby appeared to be happy to have a “playmate” in the city as well, much to Angor’s delight.
It wasn’t a dangerous situation since these two weren’t hurting anyone. As for the broken roofs and walls caused by Torras… They could be fixed later.
“Leave them for now. I’m going back to do something in Brute Cavern. As for Toby, he’ll leave on his own when he’s done playing.”
Angor returned to reality and started his routine meditation. He was currently stuck at level-3, so he didn’t need much time to expand his mana pool. For now, he only needed to maintain his mana reserve.
A while later, he “woke up” and prepared to visit Flora’s floating island, Rockwell Venue. If Flora could give him a way to talk to Sunders, he wouldn’t need to owe Rein Mute a favor.
When walking down the stairs, he saw Goode standing in the main hall while holding a pile of letters.
“Mister Goode?”
“Ah, Mister Padt, good timing. I just received several invitation letters intended for you, all sent by other wizards. I was wondering whether I should bother you.”
Angor checked, and as he expected, more alchemy requests.
As Goode said, the letters were from wizards in the organization. But he recognized none of them.
He considered and used a cantrip to rapidly draft some simple replies. Wizards or not, he was not going to go after these extra jobs one by one, or he would never find time to do anything else in the coming year.
One of the letters even asked him to craft a high-tier item, which was pretty much impossible for him.
Of course, he denied the wizards as politely as possible, by using his apprenticeship training as an excuse. People would understand if he needed a lot of time to tackle the wizard level and could not find extra time to do alchemy.
After handing the replies to Goode, he left the mansion and headed away from Phantom Island.
“Rossum came?!”
It was only about a week since Angor visited Rossum. Seemed the Ashen Traders already found clues about where to find a “scroll of luck”.
“What did he say?” asked Angor.
“He told me a name…” Freud recalled. “But I don’t think it was of any help, though.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, he said he had a friend who’s selling the scroll you’re seeking. But you can’t get it by paying magic crystals. The seller wishes to exchange it for something else.”
Exchanging properties was common among wizards, so this wasn’t a problem. But Angor got a bad feeling when seeing Freud’s doubtful look.
“Did the seller ask for something too expensive?”
“It’s more than that, Mister Padt. His offer was absurd.”
“What did he want?”
“A Fragment of Eternity, sir. We all know such things are more important than a scroll of luck. I mean, the scroll can only give you a short-lived boost, like for one or two seconds. But with enough Fragments of Eternity, you can build a Sorcerer’s Garden! That guy must be stupid, thinking you’d agree.”
What Freud said was mostly true. Though Angor was a different case since the scroll could work unlimitedly inside the dream wasteland.
Still, he was not going to do the trade because it was even harder to find a Fragment of Eternity than searching for a scroll of luck. An impure fragment could be made into roughly a hundred units of fragment diluent, each of which was worth thousands of crystals. As for a pure fragment… Its true price could easily go beyond common sense if it was taken to a public auction.
“They only asked for a Fragment of Eternity and nothing else?”
“That’s what Rossum said,” Freud scoffed.
“That can’t be helped then. This isn’t something I can buy even if I’m the richest guy in the wizarding world.”
“I told Rossum that we won’t accept it. He’ll keep looking for other ways,” said Freud. “Isn’t he a professional trader or something? He should know it was stupid.”
“No need to worry. It’s not like I need the scroll soon.”
“I just don’t understand. Fragments of Eternity are only generated by a plane fusion, right? It’s already difficult to bump into one, let alone collect those stuff while avoiding all the danger and rivals.”
Angor suddenly thought about the coming plane fusion at Parmigi Highlands. From what he heard, the fusion was likely to be a large-scale one, which meant more Fragments of Eternity to be found.
But… He already decided to stay away from it to protect his Alien Eye. It would be a huge problem if any wizard saw the artifact “coming alive” during the fusion.
Besides, he couldn’t just take all the Fragments of Eternity when all the wizards were watching anyway.
He might try asking around right after the plane fusion if anyone was willing to sell a fragment.
“By the way, sir, Rossum brought another message for you,” said Freud. “Their leader wants to see you. He said you were asking for a name, and they learned some clues about it.”
Must be Cassini, Angor thought. “What did you tell him?”
“The truth, sir. I said you already left and won’t come back too soon. He gave me a tool for contacting him and told me to use it as soon as I found you.”
“Then tell him I’m currently at Fey Continent. He’ll come and find me if it’s urgent.”
“Got it, sir.”
Angor saw Jon still focused on civil work and decided to discuss the city and their “dream project” with Freud.
Torras did a good job bringing the city back onto the right track after the crime unsettled all the citizens. By force, of course.
Freud was already careful when picking new citizens. But even the most adamant ones could have trouble adapting to the ways of the Foundation City. Now, having a good mayor and law keepers was very helpful.
“Torras is good. The only problem is that he loves showing off way too much. And we can’t tell him to stop.” Freud rubbed his forehead.
A uniformed woman suddenly came running to them.
“Mister Dison-*huff* The-the sheriff. He’s chasing after a bird. People are complaining that he damaged a lot of buildings. What should we do?!”
Torras is after a bird? Freud glanced at Angor and already knew what was going on.
Angor was using his nightmare vision to scan the city. He saw Torras and Toby randomly dashing among the buildings in a somewhat playful way. Apparently, Torras remembered who Toby was and only wanted to have a speed contest.
Toby appeared to be happy to have a “playmate” in the city as well, much to Angor’s delight.
It wasn’t a dangerous situation since these two weren’t hurting anyone. As for the broken roofs and walls caused by Torras… They could be fixed later.
“Leave them for now. I’m going back to do something in Brute Cavern. As for Toby, he’ll leave on his own when he’s done playing.”
Angor returned to reality and started his routine meditation. He was currently stuck at level-3, so he didn’t need much time to expand his mana pool. For now, he only needed to maintain his mana reserve.
A while later, he “woke up” and prepared to visit Flora’s floating island, Rockwell Venue. If Flora could give him a way to talk to Sunders, he wouldn’t need to owe Rein Mute a favor.
When walking down the stairs, he saw Goode standing in the main hall while holding a pile of letters.
“Mister Goode?”
“Ah, Mister Padt, good timing. I just received several invitation letters intended for you, all sent by other wizards. I was wondering whether I should bother you.”
Angor checked, and as he expected, more alchemy requests.
As Goode said, the letters were from wizards in the organization. But he recognized none of them.
He considered and used a cantrip to rapidly draft some simple replies. Wizards or not, he was not going to go after these extra jobs one by one, or he would never find time to do anything else in the coming year.
One of the letters even asked him to craft a high-tier item, which was pretty much impossible for him.
Of course, he denied the wizards as politely as possible, by using his apprenticeship training as an excuse. People would understand if he needed a lot of time to tackle the wizard level and could not find extra time to do alchemy.
After handing the replies to Goode, he left the mansion and headed away from Phantom Island.
