Putting the shredded pasta in front of the seabird, Angel thought the other party would be delighted to eat it, but he only received a small glance that became a squint of disdain from the seabird.
Angel thought he didn’t want to eat shredded noodle and replaced it with some fruit and a small bit of jerky. The seabird still turned its head without even glancing.
“Are you thirsty?” As soon as Angel as those words left his mouth, the seabird’s eyes began to turn from grains to cooked rice again.
“So you’re really thirsty.” Without even thinking about it, Angel poured a gla.s.s of cold water and put it in front of the seabird.
And then he received a slap in the face–
The seabird stretched out its wings and fluttered to edge of the table, picking up the water cup and throwing it out of the open window and into the boundless sea.
Then something unexpected happened as Angel continued looking, the seabird flew straight into the room, hovered towards the narrow desk, and stopped in front of his teacup.
There was some remaining tea in the teacup that he had brewed with some Morning Dew After the Rain.
“Oh~” Angel suddenly realized that it was the Morning Dew After the Rain that had attracted the seabird.
What are the characteristics of the Morning Dew After the Rain? Angel didn’t know before, but now he knows now that Morning Dew After the Rain is a low level magic plant. And this seabird is attracted to magic plants, can it be a magical creature?
Angel had originally thought to himself that the seabird might have been raised by mortal people on the upper floor, but now realized that only wizards with incredible powers could feed and cater to a pet with such strange tastes.
The seabird fluttered its wings, pointed to the teacup, then pointed to Angel.
When Angel realized this, he had poured some warm water into the teacup again. Tea from the ancient country of China in another world focuses attention to two courses of tea, the strong first course and the second mellower course. The seabird disdained the ‘secondhand goods’ in the teacup, but smelling the aroma coming from the tea and scent staying in the whole room, it instantly fluttered its wings, like an intoxicated flapping fan.
When the teacup is filled, the seabird did not wait for the temperature to drop, it extended its beak into the teacup, made sipping noises until only a few drops were left, exposing the bottom of the teacup.
When the seabird finished its tea, Angel filled it up again. Anyway, he still had a lot of this kind of tea, and he had already finished his own cup of tea. He was supposed to pour out the rest of the tea, but since the seabird was going to drink it, it wouldn’t hurt to pour some more.
What Angel did not expect was that after drinking several cups of tea, the seabird directly ate the tea dregs at the bottom of the teacup and saved him the trouble of dumping out the dregs.
“Why don’t we just change your name to ‘sweeper’, or even tea dregs.” Angel breathlessly said.
The seabird looked satisfied after drinking the tea, and its eyes bent into crescents. Ignoring the fact that it had been renamed again, it nodded solemnly to Angel as if to express its grat.i.tude for a cup of tea. Then, in front of Angel, it turned its head, took out a small golden card from the oblique satchel, and placed it in front of Angel.
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The seabird saw that Angel did not respond, but also purposefully pushed the card in Angel’s direction.
“Why, is this for me?” Only then did Angel realize what the seabird meant and picked up the thin golden little card.
Seeing Angel pick up the card, the seabird cooed, as if to say something, and without waiting for Angel to react, quickly darted and flew out the window.
Immediately after, Angel took a peek out, the blue sky and white clouds were still the same. But where was a shadow of the seabird?
“Interesting, I’m grateful for your kindness I think it said.” Angel shook his head and smiled. “My mentor once said to grace a gla.s.s of water in return for a spring. Is this tea the gla.s.s of water today, and in return for a card?”
Instead of searching for the vanishing seabird, Angel turned his eyes to the card in his hand. The golden card, one side blank, the other side a pattern. The pattern is of the plump purple lady on the seabird’s bib and satchel.
With the sense of touch from his finger, he felt the pattern was slightly raised, as if it had been sculpted.
Such exquisite craftsmanship on this thin card, there must certainly be a reason for it.
But Angel knew nothing about the pattern, and if the card had a deeper meaning, he wouldn’t know it. He didn’t want to waste his thoughts on thinking about things he couldn’t figure out. He just put the card in his pocket and continued on his relaxing journey.
With the rustle of the waves and the hum from the undercurrent at the bottom of the sea, Angel took out a book and read it’s cover.
The t.i.tle of the book: “The Thought of Ancient Times”
Angel didn’t put the book down until the sunset had cast its beams across the sky.
This book was found at the bookstore in Sea Moon City. Most of the stories in the book were collected by the author and combined into a book. To put it simply, this is a book of myths, but with a little bit of the author’s own flavor, so it is called The Thought of Ancient Times.
After reading it, Angel felt a lot of emotion in his heart, rather than “The Thoughts of Ancient Times”, it should be called “The Death of Ancient Times”. The ending of all the G.o.ds in the book was some sort of fall. Either to save mankind, or fighting demons, or simply dying of old age and illness. Regardless, it didn’t end well either way. It was not clear whether the myths described in The Thoughts of Ancient Times are true or false. Maybe those so-called G.o.ds are just powerful wizards.
Ordinary people are most afraid of unknown forces and react in fear and wordless resistance. “The Fall of the G.o.ds” may just be wizards leaving Old Land, but the beliefs held by mortals continue to be absolutely powerful, even if the G.o.ds have not made an appearance for a long time. It is also possible that ‘The Fall of the G.o.ds’ is just made up gibberish.
Stretching out, Angel put down his book, looked at the sky, and decided to go to the canteen first.
In nearly a month living out at sea, Angel had a general understanding of the Bohemia. There are several restaurants on the Bohemia, almost all of which are separated by a floor. This level of separation on the Bohemia can also be distinguished from the layout of the restaurants and the delicacies served each floor.
The top floor of the Bohemia’s restaurants serve the most exquisite and luxurious meals, only wizard apprentices are allowed in there, there are also a rumor that the ship hosts formal wizards, but it hasn’t been determined whether the rumors are true or not.
There are also some other talented individuals like him on the Bohemia, only about dozen or so people, who were found in Old Land and brought to Big 6 by leaders from either the White Coral Floating Island College, Gravity Forest or Hurricane Tower. These talented individuals, are considered middle tier on the Bohemia, so they can only enter up to the middle-level Beaufort Restaurant.
As for the sailors and handymen, they go to the Clover Canteen on the lower deck.
When Angel came to the Beaufort Restaurant, he stepped in line for a meal and came and went with the crowd. At this time, everyone reigned in their pride of being a talented individual, brought their plates to a table, sat down obediently, and ate whatever the cook provided. Whether one was an aristocrat or a pauper, on this ship, you are just rookie who is about to set foot on the path of a wizard.
Rookies should act like rookies, unnecessary pride should be left behind until their wings have hardened enough to strongly and fully support flight.
Following the teachings of being moderate by his mentor, Angel like everyone else, buried his head and respectfully took a plate of grilled fish and some bread served from the cook. He picked up some lettuce and winter melon slices in the fruit and salad area on the other side, and added a plate of garlic mashed potatoes and clam chowder soup, before taking a seat near the window.
After eating the same grilled fish for half a month, Angel thought about how much he misses his mentor’s Chinese food, and at the thought of not being able to enjoy that delicious food for years to come, his face immediately began to droop.
“If I had known I would be living alone, I would have learned to cook from my mentor.” Angel lamented at the bottom of his heart, while still paying attention to his etiquette.
The cafe doors, rung as they opened and closed. Someone came in, and someone went out. Angel had taken a seat near the front of the restaurant, while a young man in a silver laced shirt pushed open the door and slowly walked in, and as he was walking in, he held a look of discontent with a look of arrogance.
Angel has kept a low profile since he came onboard. In this cruel world of wizards, he is glad he was not spoiled by his strict brother. If he had lived lawlessly until now, how would he ever feel safe.
So, during the month, he had absolutely no communication with anyone else but Alan and his sister Irene, as the siblings were trying to expand their circle of contacts, Angel never felt the need to deal with anyone else. In his life, in addition to learning, there was only solving problems.
Even though he was so withdrawn, Angel recognized that the aristocratic man in front of him was trying show how famous he was...o...b..ard this ship.
Apocalypse, Big 6, Empire-Silver Heron, royal third heir, Dev.Silver Heron.