Chapter 639 - Copied Work
It was the 16th day in the Month of Lingering Rains.
Upon sensing the first sunlight, Angor left his soft blanket and slowly climbed out of bed while feeling a little dazed.
He thought about closing the room’s curtain and enjoying some more sleep since he really needed it after working day and night for half a month. However, when he walked to his window, he was fully woken up by the chilly morning wind that slipped into his room because the window was left open.
He yawned and rubbed his sleep-mangled hair. He then looked at his nightstand, where an oil lamp was supposed to be placed. But now, the lamp was replaced by a miniature canopy bed. Across the translucent bed curtain, he saw a gray-feathered bird sound asleep under a bright yellow duvet.
Angor listened to Toby’s snores and quickly realized who was the culprit that invited cold air inside. It seemed Toby had grown terrified of Greya’s training and escaped from Phantom Island to find a better sleeping spot.
Angor shivered a little and was going to wake his little partner up, but in the end, he decided not to.
Well, guess he needs some sleep as much as I do.
He stayed inside The Tributary for half a month without minding what was going on at Sunders’ place. Even so, he could more or less imagine how harsh Greya’s “lessons” were.
Tsk.
Nevertheless, this meant the creator of this item knew both alchemy and illusions. More importantly, Angor was beginning to like this altered version of the City of Sky.
When the music ended, Angor thought about asking Iron Granny again, about where the music box came from. However, the item stopped him by playing another piece of music that he had never heard of before, and this one was just as brilliant as the City of Sky, if not better!
Following the music, the illusion also shifted and became one that suited the theme of the melodies.
But just like before, the illusion was not as perfect as the music. Angor now understood why Iron Granny had been listening to the music without activating the illusions.
Putting the bad illusions aside, this music box had a nice “function”, which allowed it to play different pieces like a music player, and Angor liked that.
“Where did you find this, Granny?” Angor switched the illusion off and asked when the music was entering a small interval.
“What, you want one too?”
“Oh, I’m just… interested.”
“Like I said, you alchemists are all curious souls. Well, it’s not really a secret.” Iron Granny pointed to the window. “The owner of Lab Seven gave it to me. He bought this music box from Twilight Well. He said something about how this thing is becoming popular among people. It shouldn’t be hard for you to find one in the markets.”
“Twilight Well…” Angor narrowed his eyes.