Chapter 288 - Grandfather
It was Ananda and Hobbiton.
“Thank goodness I found you, sir!” Ananda bowed to Angor and forcefully dragged Hobbiton over.
“You… know me?” Angor was a little surprised. Normally, Ananda should have forgotten everything about the Twilight Well when she left there.
Ananda nodded, but she then shook her head. “I already forgot about you, but Hobbiton reminded me of our trip later. Although I can’t say I remember everything.”
She cast a sad look on her clothes where some oil characters were written.
Angor looked at Hobbiton who was pouting with a frustrated look and asked, “You didn’t lose your memory?”
“Why should I?” Hobbiton mumbled unwillingly.
Ananda lowered her head and looked at the words on her clothes again. She no longer knew where or how she got those written, but she could still read them.
“Potion of Austere Night”
About half an hour later, the train exited the deep tunnel and arrived at the airship landing.
Angor left the train and sensed coldness invading his bones.
The underground world was quite warm. Now the chilling air on the highlands felt terrible.
Angor was going to ask Ananda to wait on the train, so he could take Hobbiton and buy a ticket. He turned around and saw Ananda giving the child her coat. While the child slept soundly in the cold air, the woman’s glossy shoulder and slim thighs trembled in the wind.
Angor did not say anything and went to the ticket stand.
The Parmigi Highlands at night was shrouded under shining stars which stretched all the way to the horizon in the distance.
Looking at the scenery, Angor remembered a painting hanging in his bedroom: the Traveler Under Stars, which he found from the Nightmare Realm.
He found himself becoming the same traveler in the painting; one who walked alone on the vast wilderness, under the starry night, chasing his own destination.
The ticket stand was a bit crowded. Angor soon bought an extra ticket back to Brute Cavern, but he suddenly noticed Dave sneaking to him, carrying a weird expression on his pockmarked face.
“Pee-kaboo! Aha!” Dave moved his face so close that Angor jumped a little.
“Oh, come on! What are you, a five-year-old?”
“Aw, chill out! And it’s not like I’m old. Man’s pretty young!” Dave chuckled. “Hey, what’s that ticket for? Did you drop yours somewhere?”
Angor shook his head and pointed to Ananda. “It’s for Hobbiton.”
“Hobbiton?” Dave looked at the direction. “What happened to ‘staying out of this’? Why did you-oh… you like that woman called Ananda, right? Ha! I’ll admit, she’s hot.”
“Stop assuming things,” Angor complained.
“So that’s why you left to do something on your own. You went to meet with her, eh? Tsk. I thought you’re someone who’ll never learn about such things.”
Angor put a Hand of Spell on Dave’s head, heavily. “Just stop. I was the one who got caught by these two on the street.”