Chapter 147 - Future Plans
Maybe the completion of the third surface removed a giant burden from Angor’s mind as he was able to sleep deeper than ever.
When he finally woke up on his own, two days already passed.
Angor spaced out on his bed for half an hour as he enjoyed his refreshed and loosened spirit… until he smelled sour sweat coming off his own body. He slowly climbed off his bed to get some hot bathwater.
A well-needed bath refreshed his body further.
Angor returned to the soundproof room and saw the hologram tablet working on the results at full speed. He left the device aside and began meditating.
When his meditation was done, Angor no longer knew what to do. He leaned against a wall and decided to arrange his plans for the coming future.
He divided his plans into three phases according to his current goals, his available time, and how distant the goals were.
So professor thought he was simply idling away his time? That was why Sunders reminded him to choose another locator and to achieve something equal.
Angor could not really explain his plan. Could he tell Sunders that he cheated with his tablet and that he would completely work out the thirty-six-dimensional locator in a week? No way.
Angor decided to withhold the information. Since Sunders already misunderstood his plans, he would keep it that way. Another locator or not, Angor would always build a singularity dispersive model. Once the model was established, even legendary wizards would not figure out how he did it or which locator method he used.
The hologram tablet read: 173 hours 33 minutes 27 seconds.
Just a little more than a week.
Now that he knew a Phantom Servant was watching him, Angor no longer dared to show himself on the balcony or in the garden.
But he could not just shut himself in his house with nothing to do either. In the end, he just found a book and pretended to be studying on the balcony. Meanwhile, his mind was actually running wild. His eyes, which were blocked by some of his hair, were not concentrating on the book at all.
Sunders was quite content when he heard that Angor decided to choose another locator. From an image sent by Goode, Angor was “studying diligently” on his balcony. Sunders no longer paid attention to Angor since then. The man believed that with the boy’s superior talent, and with a better approach, one month was more than enough for Angor to become an apprentice.
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The clock on the wall bid farewell to another two hours.
Today, the tree spirit seemed to be in a good mood. The giant leaf covering Apprentice Town Eight had moved away. Gentle sunlight covered the entire place, coating the town in a golden aura.
Angor moved a silver bench under the mistletoe tree. He planned to take a nap under the sun while still pretending to be reading.
Before he could fall asleep though, noises came from the entrance.