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Whether it works or not. Angel doesn’t care.

Angel wrote quickly, with complex formulas and numbers, all of which were based on drafts drawn up yesterday. Every day, Angel has new ideas for solving a problem, from molecules, to atoms, to magnetic fields, to bands, to different angles, each bringing him different surprises.

Over time, Angel knew he was getting closer and closer to solving the puzzle.

That day, Angel put down his quill and rubbed his throbbing temple. He has been in a high mental state for nearly half a month, solving more and more questions, getting closer and closer to the final solution, the only remaining progress is the last 10 questions. But with the continuous workload his head began to throb unbearably and caused him to be unable to continue concentrating. Especially this morning, he had a spell of dizziness where his vision went black. This means his body is sending him alarm bells.

Even if Angel couldn’t wait to solve the puzzle, he had to stop himself. He is 14 years old and is still in his adolescence. If his internal mechanism is broken during the most important period of his life, these changes could have a radical effect on his future, at that point he would have no place to cry.

He remembered his mentor Jon mentioning once before that he had a serious illness as a result of his bad habits during adolescence, and then his height stagnated at 165 cm. Angel doesn’t know if his mentor is telling the truth, or if his mentor is making up excuses to explain his height, but he’d rather believe it than be sorry in the future?

Angel yawned, stretched out his cramped arms, and straightened his legs. He looked at the clock hanging on the wall. It read two o’clock in the afternoon.

The clock on Edge Island, that is, in Old Land is a rarity compared to Big 6. Even Pat Manor had only been using hourglasses, but in Big 6, clocks are already well known throughout the continent.

Pushing away the round lid on the wooden wallboard, Angel immediately smelled the tide of the sea.

This round wooden cover is the window of the ship. In the middle of the ship on the Bohemia, every room has these breathing windows, in the rooms on the lower deck, they do not receive the same treatment.

The bright sun beaming down on the Sea current caused one looking out to squint. The outside air and the stagnant air in the room mixed with one another. Angel doesn’t care about a bit of fishy smell, he just lazily closes his eyes, feeling the warm windy sea breeze, as his mind begins drifting away towards the sky.

Angel recalled his beautiful childhood, the love from his parents, the care of his brother, the teachings from his mentor, and then thought of when he became a green teenager who indulged in the sea of knowledge during day and night. Looking back on Angel’s fond memories always brought a smile to his face subconsciously. He left Pat Manor without much, and only these memories would stay with him on his journey throughout the rest of his life.

Angel is determined to grow beyond Morrow and become an official wizard, not only to save his mentor, but also to revitalize his family. In Old Land, even wizard apprentices were treated like emperors or great nobility.

Morrow once said that the life expectancy of a formal wizard is at least 500 years, and if they have broken through again, reaching a thousand years will not be difficult at all. Angel did not have the extravagant hope of guarding his family for a thousand years, maybe a hundred years, or just more than three generations of relatives is enough to help them continue to prosper.

It was calm outside, and Angel had an idea of relaxing and simply took out a tea bag from his luggage.

This tea bag is filled with Morning Dew After the Rain. At first, Angel divided all the Morning Dew After the Rain into two parts, one part for Morrow, and the rest for himself. Although Angel did not like to drink this kind of bitter and slightly earthy tea, he remembered that Morrow had said that this kind of tea is a low-grade magical plant. He was about to step into the mysterious wizard’s world, drinking this tea from time to time should be beneficial right?

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As Angel drank some tea, from the corner of his eyes, to the corners of his mouth, there was a very slight lift, even if there were no one around, his every movement, every detail, even his action as he picked up the teacup with his straight back, looked very elegant. This aristocratic temperament, as if it had been engraved deeply into his bones. Coupled with Jon’s many years of poetry and books, caused Angel’s temperament to be more gentlemanly, and with this combination, had caused his temperament as a whole to produce a fascinating charm.

Well, it would be better if he were older and his face a bit more mature. Angel muttered to himself in the mirror.

Drink up, as always, the Morning Dew After the Rain that Angel drank, in addition to being bitter, tasted of fresh green tea leaves. It cannot have been said to taste bad, but it was not necessarily good.

As for what Morrow said about the effects of the magic plant, it has nothing to do with him.

Mumbling-

As Angel pondered the three flavors of the tea, a bird chirped from out the window, followed by a flutter of wings.

Angel looked up and saw a strange seabird seemingly coming out of nowhere on the windowsill.

The seabird he estimated to be the size of two palms, with gray and brown feathers, red claws, an orange beak, and a pair of green eyes. All of these are in line with the basic characteristics of a seabird, but the reason Angel describes it as strange is that the bird is wearing clothing!

It had a tall white hat on it’s head, a blue and white bib tied around it’s neck, with a pattern sewn on it. What caught Angel’s eye the most was that the seabird hung a small blue satchel obliquely around its neck, which made it look like a postman carrier pigeon in a fairy tale.

The seabird cooed, as it’s faint green eyes were staring at Angel, as if it were speaking directly to him.

Angel smiled, rolled his eyes, and thought if there were any outsiders in the room, and once again his juvenile mind had started working at top speed, but the shriveled beak so similar to that of a seabird.

Had cooed again.

Angel smiled. “Did you say your name was mumble? That’s interesting. Who is your master and how can they dress you up so stylishly?”

The seabird squinted and muttered disdainfully.

Angel stretched out his slender fingers and gently rubbed the little head of the seabird. “When I said you were stylish, your tail tilted up.”

Hearing Angel’s words, the seabird tilted its head and tried to fly away. But it hesitated for a moment, and then landed on the windowsill again, turned its head and muttered, as if it were asking for something.

Angel pretended not to notice, and continued merrily teasing the sea bird. In the process of teasing it, Angel further observed the seabird’s blue satchel, which had the same pattern printed on it as the one found on its bib.

This pattern seemed to be of an emblem, it depicted a large woman, dressed in purple, with rolls of fat around her neck and face, with lips as bright red as the glaring sun, a small button nose, seductive smoky eye makeup, and a mole on her chin. If not for her fat, she must be an absolutely gorgeous woman. Unfortunately, one beautiful feature does not cover a hundred ugly ones, this fat destroys all traces of it. Behind the pattern of the woman, there is an intersecting knife and fork.

It looks very strange. He doesn’t know what it means. Could it be someone’s family emblem? Angel thought, if it were a family emblem, then the heart of the family must be strong.

If it wasn’t a family emblem, what could it be? Angel did not understand, but he did not need to understand, as soon as the question popped up in his mind, he let it burst and left it behind him.

Although curiosity is the first virtue of an apprentice. He prefers to aim his curiosity towards the pursuit of truth.

Angel further noticed that the seabird’s satchel had a slight bulge, which shows it must contain something. But Angel did not reach to check, and did not ask what was contained within by the owner in front of him, he simply could not bring himself to do so, even if the owner of the satchel was a seabird.

The seabird was still muttering, but all Angel heard was his cooing, clucking and quacking, and with a depressed look, it walked anxiously back and forth by the windowsill.

“Little goo, what are you here for? Are you hungry or thirsty?”

The seabird could not stop its eye from rolling at Angel when it heard its new name ‘little goo’, but when it heard the following question, the seabird’s eyes brightened and nodded quickly, and it’s eyes grew like a uncooked grain of rice to a cooked rice.

“Ah, it turns out that you are hungry, very clever, able to search for your own food.” Angel took out his dried food bag from within his drawer, took some noodles from it, shredded it, and murmured, “I don’t know who your master is, or how they trained you to be so obedient, nor how you can understand people’s words and reply back.”

Angel looked out of the window at to the boundless sea. “There are no islands nearby. Were you raised by a mortal who lives on the top floor of the Bohemia?”