Chapter 791 Loss of Hearing <TOC> Chapter 793 Questions and Answers
Translator: SumTLMan
Once Toby was sufficiently filled, the door to the village chief’s home swung open, revealing an elderly man leaning on his cane, a sorrowful expression etched on his face.
“Father, how are Kumol and Drew doing?” The moment the elder returned, the village chief hurried over, his tone laced with concern.
“Kumol is fine, his mother gave him a good beating when he got home, and his cries can be heard across half the village,” the old man sighed, then continued, “As for the lad from the Scott family, his bleeding has been controlled, but regrettably, his left ear has gone deaf.”
An elderly woman emerged from the kitchen, having overheard the conversation. “Well, it’s fortunate that he’s alive at all. At least he still has one working ear,” she chimed in.
Upon hearing her remark, the elder banged his cane against the floor, his tone stern. “Old woman, your words are not very palatable. Even if you had some grudges with the Scott boy’s grandmother, it doesn’t mean you should extend it to the younger generation…”
As he spoke, he dragged the old woman outside, initiating a heated argument. The village chief, looking helpless, turned to Angel, apologizing for the scene.
Angel, unconcerned, scooped up Toby from the table, tucked him into his pocket, and fastened his cloak again. “Thank you for your hospitality, village chief. I will go and see Drew now, and won’t bother you any longer.”
Without waiting for any further words from the village chief, Angel left straight away, leaving a gold coin on the table as payment for the meal.
Once he stepped outside, Angel closed his eyes to sense Drew’s location and found that the boy had returned home. He then set off towards the coconut grove.
Hearing from the elder that Drew had gone deaf in his left ear did not surprise Angel. He had already observed this earlier.
Angel could have saved Drew’s left ear before it was lost, but he chose not to. First, he wanted to shock and educate Drew, and second, he hoped that Drew would gain insight and growth from this experience.
Each wizard organization has its Guide Mission, and those who execute these missions have their unique ways of selecting talented individuals, such as the brutal Nine Cabin Blood Duel of Sanders.
While the Nine Cabin Blood Duel is brutal, it serves to inform the talented ones about the harshness and competition within the Wizarding World.
It is a shockingly educational approach that shatters the world view formed in the mundane world and then reassembles it, creating a new perspective that is unique to the treacherous Wizarding World.
The method is extreme, but effective, and it does not inhibit your growth. At least as far as Angel knew, the last batch of apprentices who survived the Nine Cabin Blood Duel each had their unique experiences, apart from Hookedick, who had already passed away.
Even Hookedick had his merits. So, although the Nine Cabin Blood Duel is brutal, it remains an effective method for a guide to recruit individuals.
However, Angel’s guide mission was simply an opportunity he stumbled upon. With the addition of Babaya and two others, he only needed two more to form a full guide mission.
Consequently, Angel did not bother to establish a so-called recruitment method.
He just needed to find people to make up the numbers.
However, after the incident with Drew, he suddenly realized that if he directly introduced Drew to the world of wizards, given Drew’s saintly nature, unless he was incredibly fortunate, he would be torn apart by predators within two days.
On the other hand, having experienced this accident, Drew might become aware and restrain his saintly spirit, which might not be a bad thing.
Angel pondered this, realizing he was only one talented individual short. He should be more cautious about recruiting, or else he might not be leading them to seek the truth, but pushing them into the fire pit instead.
When Angel arrived at Drew’s house, there were villagers gathered around the entrance. However, as soon as Angel appeared, the villagers scattered, and the previously bustling coconut grove quieted down significantly.
The single-layered wooden hut looked rather old. Pushing open the door, Angel could see the bed directly opposite him. Drew was lying on it, weak, and Leif was taking care of him.
When Angel stepped inside, Leif, like a scared bird, bowed to Angel and then hid outside the hut.
Drew, propping himself up, sat up to greet Angel.
After the greeting, Drew lowered his head, seeming somewhat uneasy. He could feel that before, Lord Pat was very unhappy with his actions.
After he returned, at first he was dizzy from losing his left ear, but later, he slowly began to reflect on the inappropriateness of his actions. Having spent a long time in the White Shell Sea City, he wasn’t unfamiliar with the world of wizards, so he gradually understood the reason for Lord Pat’s previous dissatisfaction.
Therefore, when Drew saw Angel again, he was clearly a bit unsettled.
Angel looked deeply at Drew. In the short span of an hour, it was virtually impossible for Drew to undergo a complete transformation, but from the uneasiness in his eyes, Angel saw some changes.
At the very least, he understood where he had fallen short, which was enough.
The seed had been planted. Whether it would grow into a towering tree or a crooked gourd in the future depended on whether he could adapt to the soil of the Wizarding World.
As Drew saw Angel remaining silent, he was considering whether or not to apologize when he suddenly heard Angel’s voice in his ear.
“Rest tonight and prepare to hit the road tomorrow.”
With these words, Angel waved his hand gently, and the door of the house was closed. He himself sat in front of the fireplace in the middle of the wooden house, closed his eyes to rest, and waited for dawn.
Drew watched as, under the glow of the fire, the distinct features of Lord Pat emerged. Though not particularly handsome and with a hint of roguishness, Drew couldn’t help but feel envy. Lord Pat was the real talent in the Wizarding World, wasn’t he? When could he become as mature and wise as him?
“What are you staring at me for? Do you have something to say?” The voice of Angel suddenly rang out.
Startled, Drew took a moment to realize that Angel was addressing him. After a moment of deliberation, he asked in a low voice, “Sir, I was really foolish today. When I saw Kumol fall into the water, and considering the sea beast was small compared to the ones we’ve encountered on the boat, I impulsively went after him.”
“And then?” Angel’s voice was as cool as ever, losing some of its usual laziness.
“I will definitely restrain my excessive kindness in the future and behave prudently.”
“Whether you choose to be kind or not does not conflict with your future path. What you need to recognize is whether to do it, how to do it, and whether you are capable of doing it,” Angel advised, not intending to overly influence Drew’s future path.
Only independent thought would allow one to handle the unexpected in the Wizarding World.
Drew fell into deep thought, and this reflection took up most of his day. When he finally snapped out of it, his eyes held a newfound clarity.
However, having come to terms mentally didn’t mean his physical self was unscathed.
“Sir, is it true that my ear will never recover?” Drew asked, sounding a bit despondent.
“Once you enter the Wizarding World, you’ll realize that anything is possible. Even if you wanted to remove your own ear and attach it to your belly button, it wouldn’t be a problem, let alone getting a new ear,” Angel said nonchalantly.
Drew felt somewhat reassured by Angel’s words. As the evening drew near, he lay in bed, listening to the crackling fire in the stove, and gradually fell into a peaceful slumber.
Once Drew was asleep, Angel suddenly opened his eyes.
He cast a Nightmare Spell on Drew, sending him into a deep sleep. Then, he took out a uniquely shaped item that resembled a miniature architectural masterpiece—Cathedral of the Dead.
While he had appeared to be resting, he had been focusing his mental energy on his bracelet. Initially, he had been observing the lives of the Kulakuka tribe, ensuring they were adapting well. Only then did he shift his attention to the Cathedral of the Dead.
Because his next stop was to leave the continent of Feran, cross the Blackberry Sea, and head to the Revelation Continent. Thus, before reaching the Revelation Continent, he planned to reconfirm the location of the “Dream Conch of the Moonlit Coast” with Freud.
Although the Mysterious Object was somewhat of an insignificant trinket, it could aid Angel in his research into these Mysterious Objects, hopefully accelerating his progression into becoming a Mysterious Alchemist.
After a lengthy discussion with Freud and confirming the general location, Angel added some entertainment facilities for Freud.
Freud had spent the better part of a year living within the illusion. He had nearly finished reading the books that Angel had crafted for him. Out of whim, he materialized a few more books, primarily literature or novels. Simultaneously, Angel had also created a sub-illusion of Monument Valley for him to pass the time.
Once the new illusion was nearly complete, Angel prepared to leave.
However, at this moment, he sensed that Tulas, who had been unconscious in another room of the Cathedral of the Dead for nearly a week, had opened his eyes!
…
“Who am I?” A voice resonated from the depths of his heart, probing his somewhat chaotic memories.
With the emergence of this question, a multitude of related memories sprang from the memory box – from his mischievous childhood antics, his unrestrained adolescence, to his spirited youth, all were imbued into his mind like moving images.
“My name is Tulas, I am the glory of the Erosian tribe, I am the great demon king of the Far Eastern Sea, and I am also the Tyrant King…” He quietly accepted this stream of memories.
“Where am I from?” A second question gently rose from his heart.
The memory box once again provided him with the answer: “I am from the Spirit Illusion Continent.”
“Where am I going?” Like a philosophical one-two-three punch, the third question sprung into his mind.
This time, his memory box was somewhat chaotic. Many memories sprang out – the Magic Eaves Corridor, the Spirit Illusion Continent, the Feran Continent, the Old Land Continent… It seemed he had many places to go, but none seemed to be the answer. The last memory image that popped up was of a pitch-black world.
“A filthy, stench-ridden, deathly silent, lifeless island. Yes! I need to escape from here. Anywhere away from here is my destination!”
Chapter 791 Loss of Hearing <TOC> Chapter 793 Questions and Answers