Nis’s gray-white hair, once neatly combed, was now a tangled mess, a clear sign that he hadn’t stopped studying the stone slab for even a moment, completely neglecting his personal grooming.
As Angel walked over, Nis glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and continued to write swiftly.
The paper was covered with a dense array of formulas and symbols. Individually, Angel could recognize them, but when laid out together like this, he couldn’t make sense of it.
"This stone slab might last another half day. When it’s done, don’t forget to bring a new one over," Nis said to Angel without lifting his head, continuing to write.
Angel had been afraid of disturbing Nis, so he hadn’t spoken, but since Nis had started the conversation, Angel couldn’t resist asking, "How’s the progress on the research?"
"No progress at all," Nis replied very quickly with such an answer.
Even though there was zero progress, Nis looked excited, because according to the findings of the past few days, he was sure that his method was not wrong, and it was indeed possible to determine the coordinates of Quest World through this method.
As long as the path is correct, zero progress is not a problem. Because, once there is any progress, it will be the time to harvest the fruit.
Angel also understood this principle, so he didn’t ask about the progress regarding the stone slab research anymore. Instead, he inquired about another matter: "Isn’t Tullas here?"
He had assigned Tullas to the library, to remind him once Nis’s stone slab was used up and needed to be "offline," but recently he noticed that several times Tullas had forgotten to remind him.
Nis: "I told him to leave."
"Ah?"
Nis: "If he didn’t leave, I would have a headache when I looked at him."
A headache? Angel looked at Nis in confusion.
Nis sighed, momentarily lowered his pen, and looked Angel up and down: "You don’t understand, when a pair of lovebirds hover around me, my eyes hurt."
Angel continued to look puzzled, but Nis wouldn’t say more, fully engrossed in the research to unlock the secrets of the stone slab.
Angel left Nis’s place and continued to walk on, using God’s view to check on Tullas’s current status.
Then, he saw Tullas sitting in a small bar near the library, with Mandhela beside him.
He seemed to understand what Nis meant.
Angel didn’t walk far before he saw Ironclad Granny and Jon sitting opposite each other, sipping tea and discussing something.
Angel only faintly heard keywords like "plants" and "longevity."
At this time, Ironclad Granny noticed Angel approaching. She stopped talking and said to Jon, "Oh, Angel came in today as well? He’s probably here to see you."
With that, Ironclad Granny stood up, ready to give up her seat.
Angel quickly called out, "I am here specifically to find Granny this time."
Ironclad Granny didn’t say anything after hearing that, sat back down, took another sip of rich floral tea, then looked at Angel.
"Go ahead, what’s the issue?"
Angel bashfully rubbed his nose, "Can’t I just simply come to see Granny?"
Ironclad Granny took a sip of tea and softly said, "Really?"
"Really." Angel nodded shamelessly, "Of course, besides visiting Granny, I also want to ask about a small doubt."
Ironclad Granny laughed, not teasing him further.
After a bit of small talk, Angel, under the gaze of Ironclad Granny, expressed his confusion.
"I came across a ruinous building in a very desolate, rarely visited place by accident."
Angel gave a general description of the desert palace and especially emphasized that there was no danger, to avoid worrying Jon beside him. To prove it, Angel even presented the palace through an illusion.
Apart from the painting by the Magic Painter Wizard, all the details of the palace were in the illusion.
Both Ironclad Granny and Jon gazed curiously at the illusion for a while, and Ironclad Granny finally fixed her gaze on the emblem that puzzled Angel.
Looking at this emblem, Ironclad Granny fell into thought.
"Although I don’t understand the architecture of the Wizard World, the style entirely composed of columns, with no walls, reminds me of some temple layouts." Jon pondered, "This might be a religious building?"
Angel also nodded, when he first saw the palace, it indeed gave him a solemn religious impression.
Only the emblem inside the palace, rather than resembling a religious symbol, looked more like the badge of a music academy.
Ironclad Granny, who had been pondering for a while, finally spoke, "Jon is right, it can indeed be considered a religious building."
"If I am not mistaken, this should be the emblem of the Elegant Sect."
Elegant Sect? Angel and Jon both turned their gaze to Ironclad Granny, and Jon was also curious about this otherworldly religion.
Ironclad Granny thought for a moment, then said, "The Elegant Sect is a semi-religious sect in the Origin World. Its emblem is a seven-string harp in gentle waves. Unlike other religions, the followers of this sect do not worship some deity, but a person proclaimed as a musician."
"A musician?" Angel asked suspiciously.
"Yes, a musician. I don’t know his name or title, even if I did, I couldn’t say. His name contains the power of miracles. The only thing I know is that this musician was his identity as a mortal, and he loved to refer to himself as a musician."
Jon was amazed by Ironclad Granny’s words. A name with such power? How could this be a person and not a god?
After listening, Angel was less concerned about the power of the true name but more about a word Ironclad Granny mentioned.
Miracle.
Only those who stand atop the mountains are called by miracles.
If there are no surprises, this is another existence like that.
Truly high-level wizards are called creators of miracles!