The alchemy golem is approaching the crowd step by step, and at the same time, a pile of books in its hand seems to grow wings and dance in the air.
Countless glowing words float out from the books. These words form vortices that surround the flying books.
"Uisu language," the Black Earl murmured as he witnessed the scene.
These words are all special characters once used by the Noah Clan—Uisu language.
This indirectly indicates a high likelihood that this alchemy golem originated from the Noah Clan.
When the alchemy golem was only ten meters away from the group, the Black Earl assumed a defensive posture, and Angel’s expression became serious.
They were unsure of the alchemy golem’s intent. If this was a combat puppet, an attack from ten meters, if not anticipated, could catch even them off guard.
"No need to worry; it’s a servant puppet, once a receptionist of the poetry room," Olao explained.
As Olao finished speaking, Dox’s voice came from outside the door: "Receptionist? So, is it here to receive us?"
Vay turned to look at Dox: "You haven’t even come in yet; it’s definitely not here to greet you."
Not annoyed, Dox grinned and said, "Then who do you think it’s here to greet? You?"
"I didn’t say that," Vay snorted, turning his head to ignore Dox. However, as he turned, he secretly glanced at Angel not far away.
Vay didn’t think the alchemy golem was there for him; more likely, it was for Lord Chaowei.
As Vay pondered this, the alchemy golem arrived in front of the group, facing Angel exactly.
Even Olao and Adanis failed to get its direct attention.
All its focus seemed to be on Angel.
Angel was puzzled and was about to say something when suddenly the swirling books around the golem returned to its hands.
During their return, the vortices formed by the Uisu language words accompanied them back into the books. However, not all the words went back into the pages; each vortex left a word behind.
These glowing words arranged themselves into a long sentence in midair.
The sentence was laid out before Angel, but unfortunately, he couldn’t understand it...
It didn’t matter; Olao and the Black Earl beside him could understand Uisu language.
Olao softly said, "These are words of welcome, a special courtesy given by the lord to a distinguished guest."
...Distinguished guest? Angel looked bewildered; when had he become a distinguished guest?
As Olao finished speaking, the Black Earl glanced at the line of Uisu language and recited softly: "Welcome to you... Chanter bathed in moonlight."
Upon hearing the Black Earl’s words, Angel’s previously bewildered expression instantly became stiff.
He seemed to realize what the "presence" Augustine had left on him truly was...
Angel turned and looked at Olao with a questioning gaze. Olao nodded: "His translation is correct; indeed, that’s what it means. Chanter bathed in moonlight, how beautiful, just hearing it conjures scenes of poem recitation before my eyes... Forgive me for being presumptuous, but may I ask, is this your title?"
Angel felt an overwhelming urge to complain but had nowhere to vent, finally catching his breath after a long pause, and said, "No, how could I deserve such a title."
As he spoke, he patted Vay’s shoulder beside him: "By the way, let me introduce you to his nickname, Midnight Poet; I think he’s more fitting as a poet, compared to me."
Angel brought Vay into the conversation to divert the topic.
Such a title wasn’t a big deal. It was just that the person who bestowed the title and the reason for the title made Angel reluctant to discuss it.
Thus, a seemingly trivial title made Angel feel awkward just hearing it, sorely needing a change of subject.
However, Angel’s attempt to change the topic failed.
And this failure was unrelated to anyone else but rather due to the "principal" emerging to "clear the air."
"No, you are the poet I admire the most! You are the true Chanter worthy of moonlight praise!"
The speaker was a young male voice.
Initially, Angel thought it was Olao speaking, but upon closer listening, he found the voice strangely familiar.
The passionate, emotional voice was strikingly similar to the one he heard during the alchemy omen... no, almost identical!
As this thought arose, Angel seemed to realize something and quickly lifted his head towards the source of the voice.
The speaker was... the alchemy golem.
However, the golem seemed slightly different from before. Previously, it appeared somewhat stiff; even the words of welcome were selected one by one from the books.
But now, the sapphire-made eyes of the golem were full of spirit. Its blinking eyelids made it appear exceptionally lively.
It was as if before them no longer stood an ordinary alchemy golem, but one filled with spirit intelligence. Almost... like a golem possessed by Speedy.
However, Speedy’s character is typically very silent, and it maintains a cold demeanor even when possessing a golem. This golem in front of them is quite different, not only lively in expression but also able to clearly convey emotions when speaking.
While Angel was suspecting whether this alchemy golem was the person in the omen, Olao beside him was so excited he was in tears.
"Master, is it master?" Olao’s voice trembled, even his words were fragmented: "I knew it, the presence left by master is there, master must have already arrived, must show himself, surely..."
Meanwhile, across the room, Adanis sat watching the scene, shocked at Olao’s words, her eyes wide with disbelief as she looked at the alchemy golem: "Olao, what did you say? It’s... it’s Augustine?"
Yet, neither Olao nor Augustine’s questions were acknowledged by the alchemy golem, which continued to gaze intently at Angel.
"As I reminisce about your poetry, it still feels as wonderful as ever. Whether it’s ’The Kiss’ or the breathtaking ’When You Are Old,’ only someone who turns life into poetry can write them!"
"Most importantly, you’ve achieved the art of appealing to both common and cultured tastes. I admit my poetry skills don’t match your level, but the poem you wrote for me gracefully brought elegance to the mundane. It’s truly remarkable!"