Chapter 574 - Sonance Abysm And Fountain Of Souls
When Angor spoke to Sunders, the price of Travel In Dreamland was pushed to two million magic crystals by Sennefer.
Angor still remembered how Sunders won the “Cursing Puppet” from Twilight Auction by paying seven million. At that time, he did not feel impressed when hearing the results from others. But now that he was witnessing all the wizards getting tangled in a heated price war up close, he felt a kind of great excitement in his blood that was ignited by something called “money”.
And when the VIP guests offered millions of crystals like it was nothing, Angor couldn’t help but feel a monster called “poverty” making it hard for him to breathe.
He was not the only one feeling disturbed when seeing rich wizards throwing money like this. In normal circumstances, 10,000 was already a big number in the eyes of most wizards.
The bid was soon elevated to three million, and even then, Sunders had still not joined the fight. Also, it seemed the VIP guests weren’t feeling so relaxed either.
“*Cough*” Someone in a VIP room hacked and painfully gasped for air. “That’s about everything I’ve saved up in my entire life… Are you all really going to bully a poor old woman?”
“Miss Kikyo… I believe you’re anything but ‘poor’ after you sold those witch stew of yours. Really now?” Qetesh humphed loudly.
“You’re wasting money on something that can be easily copied. Say, how about I take this one? We’ll make sure to distribute copies of the scroll to you,” said Sennefer.
“Professor?”
Sunders looked away and checked the auction stage. “Ahem. It is a convention for Sky Auction to sell a ticket into ‘Sonance Abysm’, which is… a certain place created by a Mystery item. It helps you discover the path of truth. But only a small chance. After all, all wizards need their own insight and intuition for the discovery. Even if someone manages to find the path of truth by using extra help… they’ll only be considered the weaker ones among all truth finders. As for the Fountain of Souls…”
Sunders suddenly revealed a disdaining look. “The souls of all dead monsters and apprentices in the purification garden all went into the Fountain of Souls, and after going through a certain cultivation process, the city can create another resource that assists you in finding the path of truth. However, this is an even worse method for cheating your way through the journey. Those who use such an approach might be unable to grow stronger ever again.”
“But… if it is impossible for someone to achieve the path of truth on their own, such help is worthwhile,” said Angor.
“Worthwhile? Hah! The Sonance Abysm works by stimulating your innovations and helping you to invent new spells, which is usually what helps to create one’s true path. As for the Fountain of Souls… it forcefully injects the intelligence of other souls into your mind, which MIGHT grant you the knowledge of the truth. Yet it remains to be seen whether the soul that survives in the end is still you.
“I suggest that you do not think about such trickery. Look at Flora. She’s been struggling with finding her path, yet she will never accept these double-edged workarounds, which are very likely to ruin her future potential.”
Angor nodded obediently.
The auction reached its curtain fall smoothly… if one did not mind the debate centered around Travel In Dreamland.
Angor did not pay attention to who won the “ticket” in the end. After collecting their respective items, he and Sunders left the auction site in the same carriage.
Angor took a brief nap on the vehicle. The sleep last night didn’t fully help him mend his fatigued spirit, which was caused by working day and night for so long. The tranquility in the night combined with the gentle swaying of the carriage helped him to quickly fall asleep.
It was an hour later when he woke at the pleasant smell of hot tea.
They were still inside the vehicle. Sunders was holding a teacup while casually reading the scroll.
“We haven’t arrived yet?” Angor sat up and looked through the window.
He saw lit buildings and bustling crowds outside, which suggested they were in the main city district, but not the suburbs where Sunders’ garden manor was.
Sunders slowly folded Travel In Dreamland. Under the effect of the magical seal on it, the item turned into dust in his hand.
“We’re going somewhere else. I’m taking you to the person who sold the scroll at the auction.”
“Uh, the seller?” Angor frowned. What does he mean by “taking me”?
“Because she asked to see you directly.”