Chapter 845 - Slow Progress
Two weeks had flashed by.
Angor finished reading his tablet near the end of the Month of Offering. He had gone through everything that might provide him an answer to the cause, and the remaining books were all low-level cantrip tutorials or worthless magazines.
He leaned back on his chair and moaned in frustration.
Is there nothing I can do? Should I speak to Professor Sunders after all? But… he probably hasn’t returned from the Abyss Plane yet.
Or should I find Greya?
He had two purposes for coming to the wizarding world, one of which was to prevent Jon’s fated death. Now he felt hopeless and powerless.
Auri was knocking on his door again, which she had been doing often during the last few days. This “personal maid” of Angor didn’t quite understand what Angor meant by “seclusion” and insisted on checking on Angor and bringing him a food cart now and then. In her view, human beings couldn’t live without food and water for too long.
Auri thought she was going to get sent away again, but Angor suddenly called to her using a tired voice, “Come inside.”
He had no problem enjoying the drink.
A voice called from behind him when he was only halfway through the milk.
“Hey, Angor!”
Angor froze up and noticed Leon approaching him from the main gate.
Leon saw Angor’s lips still full of white liquid and tried not to smile too openly.
“Did you come out here in the dark for a sip?”
Angor wiped his mouth and feigned an inattentive expression. “The fairy just gave me this. It isn’t polite to reject it, right?”
Leon maintained a straight face as if asking “you serious?”.
“Ahem. It’s late.” Angor looked away in embarrassment. “Busy with the refugees?”