Ollie is the maid who takes care of Angel's daily life, and she has a close relationship with him.
Mana, the head maid, can be regarded as the housekeeper of Pat Manor. She has served the two brothers since they were young. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are elder relatives.
Angel didn't see the two of them in the underground wine cellar, so he looked at Lyon expectantly, hoping to get good news.
Leon's expression was stunned for a moment, with an obscure expression, and he shook his head with a wry smile.
After a while, Angel came outside the room of Mana, the head maid.
Although there was a door between them, he could clearly feel the situation inside the house through his mental exploration and feedback.
The Maid Mana is no different from the people in the underground wine cellar. She is as skinny as a stick, her eyes are dull, and she is murmuring unconsciously. Because she is locked in her room, her clothes are intact, but the Maid Mana used to be a little bit weak.
A fat middle-aged woman, the loose clothes now draped around her body are loose and baggy, as if a child has stolen an adult's clothes.
Angel did not open the door, but stood quietly for a while through the door.
Looking at the once round face of Maid Mana, it has become thin and sunken; looking at her once gentle smile, now it has become stiff... The warmth in Angel's memory and the softness deep in his heart seem to be torn into pieces.
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After a long time, Angel looked at Sanders with a hint of pleading in his tone: "Is it really hopeless?"
Sanders remained silent.
Sanders's expression said it all. Angel closed his eyes and the scene became quiet for a while.
After a while, I heard Angel say in a hoarse voice than usual: "Let's go see Mr. Huis and see what he should know."
Sanders was originally planning to meet with Huys, so he did not object to Angel's proposal.
Leon said at this time: "Don't you... go and see Ollie?"
Angel was startled for a moment, his eyes filled with confusion, and then he shook his head: "Forget it, what can I do if I see it? It will only make me sad."
Ollie's situation, like the head maid Mana, was also affected by the red light. Because they were considered servants, Leon did not choose to lock them in the wine cellar, but locked them in his room.
Maid Mana is already so embarrassed. Go and see Ollie... Angel shook his head. Ollie is a girl who loves beauty. She should be sad if her ugly appearance is seen by others, right?
Seeing that Angel had made up his mind, Leon did not try to persuade him anymore, but just nodded: "Teacher Hughes is usually on the clouds and earth in the sky. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be there now."
Angel nodded, turned directly to the terrace, and flew Lyon high into the sky from here.
The clouds and soil above Pat's Manor were themselves refined by Angel, so he knew the location well.
When Angel came to Yuntu, he found that there was already a person standing on Yuntu: White Bear Hobson.
White Bear's expression was in a trance, his eyes constantly staring at the short staff standing on the cloud soil. Angel remembered that this short staff was the spellcasting tool used by White Bear to predict.
"It's obviously around here, why can't I find it? Where exactly is it? Did fate deceive me? Why can't I see anything?" Bai Xiong muttered repeatedly. The magic power on his hand was not cut off, and he kept pointing at the short
The staff is casting spells, but the short staff is standing impartially at the moment.
White Bear was the only one on the cloud soil, and no one else was seen. Judging from the mutterings in White Bear's mouth, he should have used prophecy to look for Eureka, and finally found this place, but he didn't see anyone here.
, so I kept casting spells on the short staff, thinking that my prediction was wrong.
Angel didn't think so. Although he didn't see Huys on Yuntu, he remembered that Sanders had said before that Huys had brought Eureka to the exile space. If this was the case, then Huys might not be here either.
This world, but escaped into the exile space.
Angel looked at Sanders, wanting to get an answer from him.
However, Sanders didn't notice Angel's eyes. He quietly stared at the tree in the center of the clouds, the "goddess of spring" Myrtle.
Myrtle is a half-tree Feathered Girl, half of which has been fused with the tree, but the Feathered Girl's upper body still retains her human shape, her feather scales are clearly visible, and even her fingers seem to be able to move.
"It's indeed Myrtle. I heard you say before that you got one. I didn't believe it at the time, but I didn't expect it to be like this." Sanders' eyes were filled with surprise as he walked towards Myrtle step by step.
He knew too well how precious Meertor was. Meerr could make the land fertile, make plants lush, and change the magical environment. With this powerful function, almost every wizard wanted to plant a Myrtell tree in his or her territory.
The same goes for the wizards in the Savage Cave, but they have a very good relationship with the Pamiji Feather Tribe, so in order to avoid conflict with the Feather Tribe, no wizards openly possess Myrter, but it's hard to tell secretly.
However, Myrtle itself is also rare. Almost every Myrter has been recorded by the Feathered Tribe, so it is not easy to get one.
The Myrtle in front of me, according to Angel, is a wild Myrtle that has not been recorded.
This is very rare.
Sanders stood in front of Myrtle. Myrtle seemed to sense Sanders' aura, and his body visibly shrank.
Sanders observed Myrtle carefully. There were no marks on its body, which showed that it was indeed a wild Myrtle. This made Sanders couldn't help but glance at Angel. This kind of thing can only be encountered but not sought.
Angel's luck is as good as ever.
At this moment, a pure white round marble suddenly rolled down to Sanders' feet.
He lowered his head and saw that there was more than one round bead on the ground. Myrtle was surrounded by beads of all sizes, crystal clear, and emitting a faint brilliance in the sunlight.
"Are these Myrter's tears?" Angel also walked up, with doubts in his eyes: "Why are there so many?"
Myrter's Tears are a formula material for spawning magic plants, and they are also of considerable value.
"Myrtle's sadness and joy will make her cry." Sanders rubbed the cold beads, with thoughts in his eyes: "The half-tree Featherman, except for the blackened Myrtle, basically still maintains its original appearance.
The original Liangzhen. Generally speaking, when something that makes her happy happens within Myrter's guardianship, she will shed tears. Likewise, if there is killing and bloodshed, she will also shed tears."
Angel couldn't imagine what would make Myrtle happy during this period. Then, the truth must be the opposite.
There are so many tears of Myrtle here, which means how many killings and bloodshed occurred in Pat Manor during this period!
Angel looked at the beads on the ground, as if he was seeing not the beads themselves, but the living lives.
Sanders noticed Angel's emotional change. He sighed and patted Angel on the shoulder: "Death is not the real end. Besides, things have not reached the worst point yet."
After saying that, Sanders stood up and lowered the brim of his hat. Under the sun, his almost perfect face was revealed.
As Sanders' lips moved, in an instant, a small bluish-white whirlwind formed in front of Sanders.
"Ahem, cough, why is there no elemental energy at all?" The small whirlwind like a funnel suddenly sent out strange fluctuations, which were even captured by Angel.
"This is Edge Island." Sanders said softly.
When the little whirlwind heard this answer, its entire body became distorted. Although it did not send out any more waves, its anger and fear were expressed.
Sanders stretched out his hand, as if caressing a child's head, and brushed the elemental tail of the little whirlwind: "If you want to go back, first find the exile space and help me deliver a message."
The little whirlwind hesitated for a moment, then moved. After a while, it turned into blue smoke and disappeared.
"This is the elemental life cultivated by the mentor?" Angel had seen the fire lifeform cultivated by Sanders before, named Huo Miao. It was an extremely naughty elemental life, running around in the stove, chimney, and kitchen.
"Yes, this is the elemental life I first cultivated. It's called whirlwind. But unlike the flames, this guy is the most lazy. He usually stays in the gravity garden and doesn't move." Sanders sighed, sometimes he wanted to give up.
It would be better to change the name of the whirlwind and call it calm wind.
"Because it is a wind-type life, it is most sensitive to space fluctuations. It is easiest to let it lock the location of the exile space." After Sanders explained, he added: "You have reached the peak of apprenticeship and are about to reach the breakthrough point.
It’s not too far away. After you become an official wizard, it’s time to consider cultivating elemental life forms.”
Having said that, elemental beings are also divided into good and bad. If you encounter someone who is not suitable, you may even suffer backlash.
Therefore, when considering cultivating elemental life, this matter needs to be considered in the long term. Sanders also did not expect to let Angel immediately cultivate elemental life that suits him. This also requires fate, and he also has to go to various pan-planes to find it.
Your own opportunity.
However, Sanders didn't know that when Angel heard about cultivating elemental life, he immediately thought of the "door" in the Golden Bird Court, which was not much smaller than the mouse hole. Behind the door was the tidal realm.
At the gate of the tidal world, I encountered some weird elemental beings. Maybe there will be more elemental beings behind them.
Moreover, Angel had a vague guess that the answer to the mystery of the disappearance of elements in the Old Continent might also be there.
About two minutes later, the small whirlwind came out of nowhere again. Along with the small whirlwind, there was also a gate opened in the air.
Huys stepped out from the door.
"Send me back quickly, I'm almost suffocating here." Little Tornado rushed to Sanders' side.
Sanders didn't say much, put the little whirlwind into the gravity garden, then raised his head and looked at Huys opposite.