Chapter 788 - Fishing Village
Jebra was talking about typical alchemists in this world who created a series of common practices and unspoken rules.
What he didn’t know was that Angor never studied alchemy in the “common way”. While Angor might know about certain conventions among alchemists, he didn’t have a reason to copy their examples. Till now, he mostly did alchemy works while following his own pace.
He did leave alchemy reports after creating items. But in his papers, he usually left some simple questions and some brief ideas about how to improve his future works, unlike the other alchemists who would record each of their movements when crafting something and keep everything noted down.
Of course, Jebra had no idea of Angor’s habits, so he could only surmise Angor’s working routine by referring to the other alchemists he knew.
Sliv was fully aware of what Jebra was implying, but still, he insisted that Jebra should keep following behind Angor as if their previous conversation didn’t happen.
And this greatly confused Jebra.
Previously, Jebra thought that his teacher was only asking him to stay away from Song of the Deep for the moment to avoid unexpected grudges. But couldn’t he just run off somewhere? Why did he have to stay with Angor?
He then brought this question up.
“He’s alive… was he playing a prank then? He went too far and cannot swim back?” Angor tried to infer what happened by thinking like a naughty kid.
But he wasn’t interested in the kid. There was something behind the kid that attracted him.
The moon looked rather big tonight, which brightly illuminated the surface of the sea, allowing everyone to see a large sea beast about ten meters long quietly lurking at a distance.
The alligator-like beast with spikes growing all over its body was carefully gazing at the people waiting ashore, using a pair of crimson eyes that showed nothing more than hunger.
Great. Now a monster learned how to “fish” people from their home. Angor thought with a deadpan expression.
Obviously, the monster didn’t eat Kumur yet because it was waiting for bigger prey, naming, the kid’s saviors.
Naturally, the villagers were all looking at the terrifying monster in great fear without moving. There was only Kumur’s mother who was begging everyone to no avail.
It seemed the woman couldn’t swim, and her husband had yet to return from fishing.
She collapsed on the ground in despair. She wished to give her child one last look, but she wasn’t sure she should.
“Hey, ya’ll look! A boat is going over there!” One of the villagers suddenly pointed to a light spot moving on the sea.
Angor also looked that way and saw a small wooden boat approaching Kumur’s position. He couldn’t see who was using the boat because a black curtain blocked his view.
“That’s Ralph’s boat!” Someone yelled.
Ralph?
Angor knew that name because the old man back at the village just told him. Ralph was a villager who took Tulu away in the morning.
On the boat, a dark-skinned figure flipped the curtain aside and entered Angor’s view.
It was Tulu, and he was looking at the struggling child with a worried look.