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[Name: Dodoro Akeso]
[Foreign Blood: none]
[Spiritual power indicator: 25. Rating: Qualified]
[Physical quality: Outstanding. Rating: Qualified]
[Soul quality: Outstanding. Rating: Qualified]
[Advice on Talent Orientation: Occult Prophet]
Most of the information was expected. Even so, Angor was very surprised to find Dodoro’s spirit power level to be so good.
After all the training and the improvement he received from the Altar of Demise, Angor assumed that his spiritual power indicator should be somewhere around 17.
Dodoro was 8 points higher!
With an indicator of 25 as well as an acceptable channeling method, Dodoro basically wouldn’t have any trouble with his training as an apprentice.
Tree Spirit also left the small room. The great spirit had his gaze constantly fixed on Dodoro as if he was lost in thought.
“This is an extremely rare talent to find in Brute Cavern. I think Maya is the only one who can train him, so you don’t have to find professor posters. Take him to Maya. She’ll be glad to receive a brilliant disciple under her name.”
For some reason, Tree Spirit’s tone didn’t sound as cheerful as usual.
There was only one Prophet wizard in Brute Cavern. Similar to how most Gourmet wizards would go to Candy House, prophets tended to join Starliege Temple in Brilliance Plane, which was said to be a paradise for everyone talented in prophecy. As a matter of fact, Maya once spent nearly a century studying at Starliege Temple.
Also, when Angor was trapped inside a plane passageway, it was also Maya who helped Sunders tell his condition.
“I understand, sir.” Angor nodded.
While Angor took Dodoro away, Tree Spirit stood where he was in silence.
His face… He reminded me of that funny old friend of mine. Even their talent orientations are the same. But he does not have any of that bloodline… Is this man called “Dodoro” his descendant?Update by vip novel
But… that god-blessed clan was wiped out a thousand years ago…
“Argh, I’ll forget about it.”
Tree Spirit was the carefree type who would never trouble his mind with unnecessary concerns. He just did so because Dodoro’s appearance looked very similar to that of an old friend, who perished a long time ago. Since the talent test didn’t suggest any possible connections with this matter, Tree Spirit would simply consider Dodoro another new apprentice.
An old woman’s voice suddenly reached his ears.
“Mister Tree Spirit… did you mention my name just to see whether I’m completely deaf?”
“Oh geez. Where there are prophets, there’s trouble. I just told your name to someone, nothing serious. Must you overreact like this?” Tree Spirit chuckled and returned to his armchair. “You’re not like those Grand Demons anyway. What’s the point of getting a ‘True Name’?”
“It’s not like that. This is… a natural talent that allows me to sense my name when it is mentioned. I’d prefer that you call me ‘Star Measurer’.”
“Alright alright! Lady ‘Star Measurer’ Maya-sama. Better now?”
Maya didn’t mind the joke. Among all three ancestor souls, Tree Spirit Yule was known as the most gentle-tempered… and sometimes mischievous one. The only problem was that Tree Spirit tended to bestow more sunlight to those he adored by manipulating the leaves of Tree of Eternity, which meant the less lucky people would always have their residence covered in shadows.
“So, what happened that you had to mention my name to someone, Mister Tree Spirit?”
“I found a talented prophet and sent him your way directly.” Tree Spirit explained Dodoro’s situation.
“I see. I’ll tell Hobson to get him.”
“No need. Angor will get to you soon.”
“Angor? Oh…” Maya remembered how Sunders was anxious to find this boy for some reason. “So he came back?”
“Yup. He’s Sunders’ new student, by the way.” Tree Spirit thought Maya didn’t know about Angor and offered to explain everything he heard regarding Angor’s recent stories.
“… Oh, damn it. I forgot to finish our talk! I should’ve gotten him to tell me all the interesting business in Floating Mech City!”
…
Angor took Dodoro on a sky bus. While enjoying the view, he showed Dodoro each of the locations they came across while explaining the basic rules among wizards.
Soon, they arrived at the Falling Cloud Stop, from where the magnificent building that was Cloud Library could be seen.
Angor transferred 10,000 merit points to Dodoro’s bone card and told him how this particular currency worked. “All wizards and apprentices obey the rule of ‘equivalent exchange’. Most of the time anyway. Everything comes with a price, especially knowledge. If you wish to learn something, you can search in the library or ask for your teacher’s help. I’m about to take you to her, by the way.”
Angor hesitated and pointed a finger to himself. “Of course, you can also ask me questions, but I’m not so good at teaching so… don’t expect much.”
Dodoro nodded rapidly just like any fresh talent who newly came to the wizarding world who thirsted for all the amazing wonders to be discovered.
Angor wondered what kind of personal goal Dodoro had in mind.
They walked across the invisible sky bridge and entered the boundary of Phantom Island. According to Iron Granny, Sunders requested Angor’s presence. Besides, Angor also needed to ask where Maya lived.
Phantom Island looked as lush and lively as before. They could hear the howling of beasts and the singing of birds in the distance.
Since Dodoro didn’t have a “passport”, Angor had to temporarily place him in the space bracelet again. Thankfully, Dodoro wouldn’t feel lonely in there this time.
Across the iron fence of Sunders’ house, Angor saw a short figure wearing a Phantom Servant robe doing exercises on the grass while a taller Phantom Servant stood nearby.
The taller one saw Angor coming and bowed. “Welcome, Mister Padt. Master is waiting for you in the underground lab room.”
“I see. Good to see you again, Mister Goode.”
The smaller Phantom Servant bounced to Angor and interrupted Goode’s following words. “Nice! You finally came back, Angor!”
Angor raised an eyebrow upon seeing the cheerful “pseudo boy” who was in fact a grown adult. “Are you waiting for me?”
“Yup! You said that you’re going to tell me that story about a kid who stays short, remember?”
Angor was taken aback a little. It took him a while to realize that he did mention a story he read from Earth literature.
Peter Pan, the boy who wouldn’t grow up.
Angor wasn’t serious when he mentioned Peter Pan’s name to Hobbiton. He only found that Hobbiton resembled the fantasy character in many ways.
“Your manners, Hobbiton!” Goode’s stern voice came before Angor could answer.
“Gra-grandfather…” Hobbiton froze up and trembled.
“You’re to become a Phantom Servant that serves Phantom Island, you should use ‘Mister Padt’. Also, did you not hear that the Master is expecting Mister Padt right this moment? Do not keep him waiting!”
“I’m… sorry.” Hobbiton made a duck-face.
Goode sighed helplessly. This child from the Moa Clan retained his young look due to his talent, which also hindered his mental growth. Hobbiton’s intelligence was fine, but it was stuck in a childish way.
Angor wouldn’t mind how he was addressed by Hobbiton, but he stayed quiet just for educational purposes. However, he secretly sent a voice transmission to Hobbiton to tell him to wait a little bit longer for that story.
After that, he went to Sunders’ lab alone and knocked on the door.
“Get in.” It was the gentleman’s typical hoarse voice.
Angor stepped inside and saw his teacher testing the durability of an unknown material while taking notes with a flying quill. It took Sunders several minutes to finish his work.
“I want to test your right hand again and see whether it’s beneficial to the overall development of your body,” Sunders said as he cut straight to the point. “I’ll bring you to Maya and ask her to verify the result of the test.”
Surprised and glad for the coincidence, Angor nodded eagerly.
…
Inside an observatory built on top of a “cloud island”, Maya’s ears twitched.
Oh dear… I’m just done with that old pervert, and now someone inside the mirror world openly mentioned my name again?!
Irritated, she looked toward where the strange feeling came from.
“Huh… Phantom Island?”
