Chapter 758 - The Tree of Blessing
Widow Street wasn’t far from the central court area. Instead of flying, Angor slowly blended into the common crowds and walked toward his destination casually.
But before he could enter Widow Street for real, he suddenly felt a strange feeling directed right at him as if someone was watching him.
He made a quick decision and turned into another direction, which would take him to the “Dawn Plaza” instead.
Once inside the plaza area, he made sure the inquiring attention had disappeared before he slowly turned around to inspect the entrance to Widow Street. This was when he easily noticed two apprentices hiding on top of a house.
He couldn’t see their faces clearly from a distance, but he was sure those were apprentices because they kept casting some kind of detection cantrip at the pedestrians below. While the magic was invisible to mortals, other apprentices could notice it with ease.
Apparently, they were here to monitor people who entered Widow Street.
“Guess they already found this place…” Angor frowned.
This was completely expected since Lucas’ family industry, which was located at Widow Street, was not a secret.
“Please write down your wish, dear guest! We’ll find the perfect spot on the tree for you later. Trust me, your bell will not be troubled by rain or wind!” the man said while rubbing his hands happily.
Before taking the quill, Angor returned to his previous question. “You haven’t told me the history of the tree. Or may I?”
The shopkeep did not hesitate this time. “It’s somewhere around 600 years ago. Master Warsaw perished not long after the tree was finished.”
Angor nodded with a plain look.
It happened again!
Lucas spoke of the Tree of Blessing, yet the tree only appeared way after his time. Apart from this, the other details all corresponded.
By this point, Angor had believed that Lucas’ stories were somewhat credible. There was no way Lucas made up so many tales that reflected true events and landmarks so nicely.
Perhaps Lucas held amazing secrets that people from the Age of Gold had no idea of, and that in recent times, someone finally noticed the true values of the secrets.
“Have you decided on your wish, good sir?” the shopkeeper urged.
“Oh, pardon me. I was… thinking about which wish to write. You know, I got many of them.”
The shopkeeper gave Angor an “I understand you” look and waited in patience. In his view, Angor was basically a rich lamb waiting to be fleeced.
The “rich lamb” took an extra moment in his thoughts before he left a line of words on the note.
[I wish Mister Jon and my dear brother better health. May the fire in the lion’s heart never die.]