“I don’t like academism just because some of them in Brute Cavern are petty double-dealers. Not that I have a problem with academism itself.”
Angor knew they just saw through him again. He blushed.
Good for him though as their attention was attracted by Greya who slowly stepped in while carrying a service plate.
A porcelain dish under beautifully crafted cover was placed in front of Angor and caught everyone’s attention. Behind Greya followed Tom Weasel and Greasy Bird, who were both carrying a dish. They put them in front of Flora and Sunders.
“What’s with the pretty dishes? We have to put them into a container anyway.” Flora opened her cover while not forgetting her sarcasm.
A transparent crystal bottle in the shape of a water drop was placed on the dish. A bandaged cork kept the content inside. Inconspicuous magic runes were shining on the cork’s surface.
The water seemed to be the only thing inside the bottle, but once looked upon using Truesight spell or similar methods, one would see a transparent worm swimming inside the water lively.
The worm was called Section Ephemera.
“Bon appétite, Angor dear,” Greya ogled at Angor. With that, a woman like her would easily make someone feel burning inside.
What did she mean? Should I drink it?
Angor could not see the Section Ephemera so he could only sway the bottle in his hand in puzzlement.
“There’s a Section Ephemera inside. You don’t need it now so you can keep it,” said Sunders. He added, “You can sell it in the organization and get something you need in return, but I won’t recommend that. Section Ephemera has a unique effect that will greatly help you when you become a wizard.”
Sunders seemed certain that Angor would become a wizard. Greya inspected Angor with a weird look, without getting any answer to her doubts. This made her heart itchy.
Greya told Tom Weasel to standby beside Angor and walked to her cooking table.
“Your turn, Sunders. Still Twisting Protozoa?”
It was a normal question, yet Greya’s eyebrows were downcast as if she was thinking about something.
Sunders grinned mildly.
After the incident, Sunders could easily interpret the meaning behind the seemingly ordinary question. Greya was trying to get a hint about Angor’s talent from Sunders’ choice.
If Sunders said no, Greya would quickly reach some kind of conclusion. Sunders had been asking for the same order for decades, if he changed his mind so quickly, something must be off.
Of course, Sunders knew that Greya simply wanted some harmless gossip, not actually trying to reveal Angor’s secret.
However, as someone who quite enjoyed seeing people’s frustration for having questions hanging in their minds, Sunders certainly would not easily give an answer to them. Especially when Angor was his student now.
Intending to protect Angor’s little secret, Sunders only showed a plain look.
“Naturally.”