Chapter 688 - Glamor
Inside his bedroom, Angor noted his own findings as well as the final conclusion provided by Sunders in his notebook.
He wasn’t going to publish an article about the effect of Prelude to Rebirth right now, but he would like to carefully record everything he learned so that they wouldn’t slip from his mind in the long run.
This marked the end of his experiment, which presented him with an “acceptable” result.
Next, he took out Sunders’ notebook that contained various subjects related to the art of illusion.
Sunders had urged him many times that he should determine a “domain” to focus on, and he wished to learn a little of every domain before making his decision.
He had already studied many skills that originated from different domains until now, such as Acoustic Illusion and Sorcery Array. According to Sunders’ notes, he had three remaining domains that he never looked at, Mirage, Truth Manipulation, and Transformation.
He wished to get to these subjects while Sunders was still here so that he would have a chance to receive pointers from Sunders.
Since Sunders was going to depart in several days, he probably only had time to briefly look into one subject, which meant he needed to determine which one to go for right now.
Again, Angor watched Spivet quietly as if he was looking at an idiot chatting with himself.
“Fine, fine! Remnant Coast, right? As the buyer of your item, of course I can come and ask you questions about it, eh?”
“Let’s talk after you really win the item,” said Angor.
By which time you’ll no longer find me in Brute Cavern, he thought.
Spivet finally found it impossible to breach Angor’s stubbornness and chose to talk about what he came for today.
“It’s nothing biggie. Flora meant to ask for your help, when you have time, that is.”
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After Spivet left, Angor remained on the sofa and thought about what he had just heard with a frustrated look. He was woken up from his thoughts when Goode brought a glass of liquid extracted from the Milkberry Tree.
“No, thanks… You can give it to Hobbiton,” said Angor as he walked toward the door.
Goode was a little surprised as this was the first time he saw Angor reject milk. He then checked and noticed that Angor was leaving Phantom Island instead of returning to his bedroom.
“Mister Padt?”
“Hey, Grandfather, what’s wrong with Mister Padt?” Hobbiton was somehow standing right next to Goode.
Goode knocked Hobbiton’s head. “How many times do I have to tell you? Don’t call me that while we are on this island!”
Hobbiton made a duck face. “I-okay, gran-Mister Goode. Is something wrong? You were talking about Mister Padt’s name while no one’s around.”
“It’s nothing.” Goode handed the glass to Hobbiton. “You can have this. It’s a gift from Mister Padt.”