Chapter 353 Strange Details <TOC> Chapter 355 Blond Hair and Blue Eyes
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That night, Angel received the archive sent by Leonrique.
The archive contained various secrets recorded by the Griffin family over the past eight hundred years. At first, Angel was searching for traces of wizards, but as he read on, his attention was diverted by a myriad of unrelated, chaotic matters.
One could say that this was indeed a melodramatic archive. Many stories were more fascinating than anything Angel had ever seen. What about a certain Count of Gisborne? What about a prince’s revenge story? These incidents were mere trifles within the archive.
The entire Whiskas Royal Court seemed to be a disordered base of intrigue, comparable to the Greek mythology collection Angel had once encountered.
Angel marveled at the complex relationships between people, which could hardly be discerned from historical records. For example, the current queen of Whiskas Royal Court, Sakwa I, and the current king, Baikal, were very likely siblings. However, according to official historical records, they were unrelated—one was the daughter of a minister, and the other was a noble of the royal court.
Merely imagining the possibilities was enough to conjure up an entire dark palace drama.
Not only royal court matters but also the sordid affairs among the nobility were recorded. What shocked Angel the most was the Rodney family, one of the nine pillar families of the Whiskas Royal Court. This family, as large and renowned as the Griffin family, likely had no true direct descendants for six generations and possibly didn’t even have a single real member of the Rodney family left today. The current Rodney family was, in fact, not the real Rodneys but the descendants of a certain hunter.
This was because, seven generations ago, a chief of the Rodney family had a sudden change in his sexual orientation and lost interest in women. His lover was a mountain hunter who secretly consorted with the head of the Rodney family. On the surface, the hunter married several wives and had many offspring, which now comprised the current direct and collateral branches of the Rodney family.
Similar stories were abundant, and their melodramatic nature filled Angel with a mix of disgust and an irresistible urge to continue reading.
By the time he finished reading the archive, the sky had already turned white.
After reading, Angel felt as if a burden had been lifted. He suddenly thought that perhaps the greatest evil in the world did not come from the abyss, but from the eyes that gazed into it. They thought they had understood the abyss, but it was merely a misunderstanding—the abyss was not evil; the human heart that gazed into it was.
Human nature was even more malicious than he had imagined.
Of course, aside from these melodramatic incidents, Angel also noticed what he was genuinely looking for—the description of wizards. Unexpectedly, three hundred years ago, the Whiskas Royal Court had a princess who studied witchcraft. Historical records stated that this princess had gone missing. However, according to the Griffin family’s secret records, the princess had actually left the royal court in pursuit of the path to immortality.
Angel paid special attention to the fact that, according to the archive, the place where the princess left was—Paradise Sea.
Paradise Sea was actually the sea connected to Boya Bay. In a sense, although Watthelmgrass was an inland seaport city, the inland sea could be considered a tributary of Paradise Sea.
“If I don’t get any information at the extraordinary gathering next month, I can follow Paradise Sea and explore,” Angel thought to himself.
Although the archive contained many extraordinary events, most of them were provided by the princess. For example, concepts like wizards and magic were recorded, but they were somewhat superficial. Angel estimated that the princess’s understanding of wizards was too narrow, which led to the simplicity of these records.
Then, there were no other useful pieces of information.
Angel was somewhat disappointed, realizing he shouldn’t have had high expectations for the records of ordinary people. Fortunately, the stories inside were fascinating, allowing Angel to better understand the evil of human nature. It also gave him a more vigilant mindset when facing anyone in the future. This could be considered an alternative gain.
Although he had been busy for most of the evening and had been reading the archives for a long time, Angel’s spirit was not exhausted. Perhaps it was due to his promotion to a second-level apprentice, his fatigue resistance had increased significantly. He could stay up for three or four nights in a row and still feel energetic.
He had no plans to rest, but took out his holographic tablet and started to formally study the Voice Transmission spell.
As for this spell, Angel’s basic theory was already correct. Although he had studied the Earth’s acoustics, which had fundamental differences from the Wizarding World’s acoustics, it was only a first-level trick that didn’t require profound knowledge. Basic understanding was sufficient to cope with it.
Next, he began calculating and building models.
Time passed bit by bit. In the meantime, Grandma Dushana took Totoro out for a walk. Although Totoro still didn’t speak, after a few days of teaching, his clear eyes now held more clarity.
As noon approached, Angel had just finished calculating a set of data and hadn’t had time to verify it when he suddenly heard a knock on the door.
Standing outside was a young man dressed elaborately and holding a cane.
Seeing the familiar mask, Angel raised his eyebrows: “What a surprise, what brings you here today? Has Shadow already arrived?”
Angel calculated the time; there was still a week until the extraordinary gathering, and it was normal for attendees to arrive early.
“I don’t know when Shadow will arrive. Perhaps he never left Watthelmgrass in the first place.” The man outside the door nodded at Angel: “Why, aren’t you going to invite me in to sit down?”
Angel stepped aside: “Please come in.”
Without a doubt, the visitor was the Magician, the guide for Angel’s participation in the extraordinary gathering.
When Angel first arrived in Watthelmgrass, the Magician had tried several times to invite Angel into his circle, but Angel had politely refused. The reason was simple: their values were different. Moreover, Angel would not stay in this small place forever.
It had been a long time since the Magician had visited Angel after understanding his intentions.
Angel took out a cup, and the “Water Summoning” spell filled the cup, then handed it to the Magician: “As you know, I have no tea or wine here, so the only water to drink is plain water.”
The Magician looked enviously at the “Water Summoning” spell. Although he was a wizard’s apprentice, he had only stepped into the Wizarding World by chance, inheriting a legacy from his predecessors. As a result, he knew very few tricks, and he was not capable of this water-creating trick.
“What brings you here today?” Angel sat on the sofa, looking at the Magician.
The Magician took a sip of water, which tasted sweet and refreshing. Just as he was about to answer, his gaze was suddenly drawn to the messy papers on the table.
The papers were filled with various data and formulas. He glanced at them and recognized only the “Samuel Conduction Formula” amidst the chaos, a magical energy formula he had seen in his inheritance. However, he had no idea how to use it.
But on this piece of paper, not only was there the Samuel Conduction Formula, but also many other more complex magical energy formulas that he did not recognize.
Did this mean that Angel knew much more about wizards than he did? Perhaps… even his strength was greater?
“What is this?” the Magician asked, pointing to the papers on the table.
Angel nonchalantly replied, “Before you came, I was working on deducing a certain trick.”
“What trick?” the Magician asked excitedly.
Angel did not give a straight answer, instead offering a mysterious smile, “You’re asking too many questions.”
Pausing for a moment, Angel used his Magic Hand to tidy up all the papers on the table. Then he turned back to the Magician, “You still haven’t answered me, did you come to see me for a reason?”
The Magician cursed inwardly, but his face was full of smiles, “Can’t I come to see you for no reason? It’s rare to meet a new peer, and I want to interact more.”
Angel nodded indifferently, “You can interact. But as always, you need to give something to get something.”
This was a normal exchange of equal value. Angel was even willing to be at a slight disadvantage for this. If you shared a piece of knowledge that he already knew, as long as it was correct, he could offer a corresponding exchange. After all, the Magician was his guide to the extraordinary gathering, and a little benefit wouldn’t hurt.
But the Magician tried to be cunning, always seeking to learn tricks that were greatly beneficial to himself during each exchange. In return, he offered worthless common knowledge or even knowledge available to ordinary people.
Angel would never agree to such an unequal trade. The Magician always left empty-handed, and when Angel mentioned it again, he still hesitated to pay a tangible price.
Angel believed he was being fair, but the Magician thought Angel was being difficult. The Magician only knew a few common tricks and one unique trick. If he traded that away, he would have nothing to impress others. Therefore, he considered Angel to be stingy. However, he had forgotten that his own offerings were worthless. Why should they be exchanged for someone else’s treasures? Even in business, that’s not how it works. The necessary cost must be paid.
The Magician’s expression soured, “Fine, since you don’t want to exchange. Let’s talk about something else.”
Angel sneered inwardly, who was unwilling to exchange? It was clear that the Magician was overvaluing his own possessions and blaming others.
The Magician said, “Didn’t you say you were leaving Watthelmgrass to find a wizard organization?”
“Yes,” Angel nodded.
The Magician sneered, “Why did you go to find Leonrique last night? What conspiracy do you have? Did you betray me by revealing secrets to him?”
Angel: “…” He really wanted to ask, how thick is your skin?
“Why is it wrong for me to see Leonrique? Don’t I even have the right to meet people freely?” Angel retorted with the same tone: “Are others not allowed to get in touch with those you dislike? What kind of logic is that?”
Angel was just short of saying, who do you think you are?
“You’re different!”
“What’s so different about me? I’m a person too.”
Disgust flashed in the Magician’s eyes, “A person? We are not humans; we are great beings who have transcended humanity! We are extraordinary, and dirty humans cannot be compared to us!”
Here we go again… Angel sighed. This guy’s views were just too bizarre, making him unwilling to talk more, and he was even too lazy to argue, because the Magician’s views were fixed. No matter how much you argue, it’s always your fault, and the world’s fault.
Just like the “Humans and Wizards” issue. Even if a wizard is extremely evil and enjoys exterminating humans, as long as they are a sober wizard, a wise wizard, they would never easily erase their past as a human.
But the Magician, who had only learned a few tricks and was not extraordinarily skilled, made statements that many official wizards would not make.
Regarding the Magician’s words, Angel simply said indifferently, “When the day comes that you abandon your physical body, corrupt your soul, and erase the spiritual imprint deep within your thoughts, then your words will carry more weight.”
The Magician coldly replied, “I hope that day comes sooner.”
Chapter 353 Strange Details <TOC> Chapter 355 Blond Hair and Blue Eyes