Chapter 1833 Instructor and Listeners <TOC> Chapter 1835 Return to the Island
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Tree Spirit understood that his wish was difficult to implement. After all, the Paramjit Plateau was fraught with danger at present, beset by both emerging ruins and eruptions of the Live Wire. Even though they had now found a way to deal with the Live Wire, it wasn’t feasible to allow people to come and stay within the fluctuating zone of this volatile phenomenon.
Thus, the final decision was made that the tea party would be held in the Mirror World instead.
At this thought, Tree Spirit felt a headache coming on.
Throughout the journey, Angel had been listening to Tree Spirit’s sighs until they reached the “Falling Cloud Leaf Platform,” and Tree Spirit’s lament had yet to cease.
Angel stepped down from the Vine Bus, and Tree Spirit followed.
“Is Tree Spirit Lord also heading to Phantom Island?” Angel turned to look at the spirit.
Tree Spirit could not miss the ‘sending-off’ tone in Angel’s words and responded irritably, “No, it’s just a bunch of patched-up phantoms there, nothing worth seeing.”
After a pause, Tree Spirit added, “There’s something else I need to tell you.”
Angel looked quietly at Tree Spirit, waiting for him to continue.
Tree Spirit: “When you become a formal wizard and start to enjoy the corresponding privileges, you also have to pay a price.”
A price to pay? A flicker of confusion passed through Angel’s eyes.
“I guess Rhine didn’t tell you… which makes sense, after all, your existence has forged a pathway between the Savage Grottoes and Achillea Comprehensive College, which in itself is a kind of price paid. Therefore, Rhine really had no need to tell you, because you are entitled to the privileges due to you.” Tree Spirit: “However, I still suggest you take on this mission because standing out is a way of being conspicuous in itself.”
Angel asked, “What’s to be done?”
Tree Spirit replied, “The Mission Hall, the Mission Indicators for a formal wizard.”
In any wizard organization, resources are not given without cost, even if one is a formal wizard. The price set forth by the Savage Grottoes is these mission indicators. Some are missions only formal wizards can undertake.
“However, you’ve now changed your appearance, and it’s not good to publicize your identity. If you wish to take on a mission during this time, you can come directly to me, no need to register at the Mission Hall,” Tree Spirit said. “Of course, if you don’t want to take on a mission, that’s also fine. It’s your personal choice.”
After finishing, Tree Spirit waved at Angel: “I’ll be taking my leave now.”
As its voice faded, Tree Spirit’s figure transformed into countless green specks of light, which gradually merged with the veins of the leaves underfoot, disappearing from view.
After watching Tree Spirit leave, Angel stood silently for a few minutes before turning to head toward the Sky Bridge.
As he turned, a Vine Bus coincidentally stopped at the Falling Cloud Leaf platform, and a short-haired woman in ***** stepped out from inside.
She seemed to be talking to someone, constantly muttering to herself, occasionally glancing sideways, even though there was no one next to her.
Perhaps she was too engrossed in her conversation or too distracted by looking sideways, she failed to notice the step right in front of her on the platform.
The next second, just as Angel anticipated, she uttered a low cry as she tripped over the step and fell to the ground.
As the bespectacled woman exclaimed in pain, a small basket on her back began to float into the air, and from it came a strange, sharp, and unpleasant voice: “Fool, that’s what you get for not looking where you’re going.”
The bespectacled girl said with a sense of grievance, “If I don’t look ahead, I still have to see you.”
“Why do you have to look at me? Do you want to mock me?” A cold, mocking voice came from the basket.
“My mother told me that when you speak, you should look into the person’s eyes,” the bespectacled girl said with a pout.
Silence from within the basket: “… How antiquated.”
Dusting off her knees, the bespectacled girl stood up: “It’s not antiquated; it’s a matter of courtesy.”
“In this world, who cares about courtesy? Those who follow the rules rigidly are on a path to nowhere.”
The bespectacled girl was about to retort when she suddenly noticed a red-haired man standing on a nearby platform, his narrow eyes looking over.
Her face turned a shade redder, worried that her recent fall might have been seen.
The thought alone made her feel embarrassed. She quickly grabbed the basket floating mid-air and whispered, “We’ll argue later, let’s go now, or there won’t be any spots left at the library,” and then she hurried away.
Angel noticed that when she passed by, it seemed as if a gaze swept over from inside the basket.
After the bespectacled girl had left, Angel commented in an imperceptible tone, “Those two are actually mixing together.”
Angel was not unfamiliar with the bespectacled girl; she was the one who had led them, back when they were still mortals, to retrieve a flying ticket from the resource hall after entering the Savage Grottoes.
Angel remembered that she was an apprentice in the summoning school, but the creature she conjured was a tri-colored deer of no particular use. It had low combat ability and no special powers; it could only be used for transportation, which led to her once being labeled as one of the ‘three incompetents’ of the summoning school.
Back then, Aubrey was a first level apprentice, but now she has advanced to the later stages of a second level apprentice, not far from the third level.
Angel’s impression of Aubrey was just that, but the talking basket left a much deeper impression on him.
To be precise, it wasn’t the basket that was speaking, but the person contained within it.
That was someone Angel was very familiar with.
——Guina.
Angel brought back this talent from the Sea Wave Dynasty, a little girl whose limbs were all chopped off, even her mouth sewn shut.
The reason Angel remembered Guina so vividly was not just because of her physical appearance but also because of her almost entirely darkened heart.
Here was a person whose heart could not find pure goodness. Black to the bone, every pursuit was only for the sake of “surviving.”
How could such a person possibly be mixing with Aubrey?
Although Angel’s impression of Aubrey was not substantial, he had heard from David that Aubrey was a very pure person, in complete contrast to Guina.
One in the light of day, the other lurking in the night.
Why would these two, with clearly incompatible styles, come together in a manner that seemed intimately close?
Watching the figure turning into a dot in the distance, Angel whispered softly, “Is this a scheme of Guina’s?”
Angel remembered that when Guina was still mortal, she too had been close to a naive and kind little girl, but in the end, for the sake of a piece of bread in the girl’s hand, Guina killed her.
For this reason, Angel saw that Guina was mingling with Aubrey, and his first reaction was to suspect it was one of Guina’s schemes.
However, there didn’t seem to be anything particularly desirable about Aubrey that would attract Guina.
Angel couldn’t figure it out, but after all, it had nothing to do with him, so he shook his head and stopped pondering over it.
On the other hand, Aubrey and Guina had already moved to another leaf, where Aubrey said in a low, aggrieved voice, “My embarrassing moment has been seen… I hope it doesn’t spread…”
“You have a long history of embarrassing moments; one more makes no difference,” Guina paused, a flicker of confusion in her eyes: “But that man, his presence felt oddly familiar…”
Chapter 1833 Instructor and Listeners <TOC> Chapter 1835 Return to the Island