Chapter 760: Finding the Well

When Angel went to Pompeii Lane, he was still thinking about the wishing tree in Xiaguang Square.

Based on the information he collected, Lucas's secret seemed to be related to prophecy. However, every time Lucas's "prophecy" seemed to be realized in a weird way.

Perhaps his prophecy had a certain deviation? This was Angel's guess.

However, if Lucas really had the ability to predict, it didn't seem to be a big deal.

Many races are born with abilities, such as the Black Demon Shadow Servant Clan. When Angel met Huibiton, his ability similar to "illusory body" could be said to be temporarily invincible to some extent. Compared with Lucas' ability, it was much cleaner and neater.

Not only high-energy races, humans may awaken extraordinary abilities. Just like "Sleeping Lexi Breath Flow", she had the ability to change the "nature of water" before she became a wizard.

Therefore, although humans have extraordinary abilities, they are not absent.

For wizards, there are too many creatures with extraordinary abilities. Why did Lucas' ability attract so many people's attention? And even if Lucas's predictions were accurate, there are still many wizards who can predict the future in the wizarding world.

So, Angel is still a little confused about what the Song of the Deep Sea and the Xialu Sea Ridge like about Lucas.

With Lucas's ability, is it really worth it for all the true wizards to investigate him?

Unless... there is something deeper here. For example, Lucas predicted something about the Song of the Deep Sea or the Xialu Sea Ridge?

Or, Lucas's ability is not from himself.

"Could it be that Lucas has an item with the ability to predict... uh, could it be a mysterious thing?" After Angel muttered to himself, he suddenly laughed, thinking that he was really crazy to think it was a mysterious thing.

"Maybe I miss the Dream Conch too much." Angel shook his head and said secretly.

Angel found Pompeii Lane, but he did not find the small courtyard that Lucas bought for his lover. Time passes, and things change. It is not easy for things from three thousand years ago to survive to this day.

However, Angell still walked around Pompeii Lane, but unfortunately he did not find any energy reaction.

Then, Angell went to several places that appeared in the logbook or Mu Ya's records. Either they were washed away by the torrent of time, or there were extraordinary people nearby.

In order not to attract their attention, Angell just watched from a distance for a while and turned away.

He did not gain anything that night.

After returning to the Earl of New Ross, Angell took out Lucas's logbook and read it again. He had been to almost all the "addresses" that appeared in it. The only place he had not been to was the place where Lucas committed suicide.

"On the sixth day of the early cold month of the year 1353 of the Golden Year, there was fog."

"It has been thirty days since I returned to the mainland. No one believes the words of the honest Captain Lucas. They said that I could not produce treasures and was a liar! I was so angry that I jumped into the well."

Lucas committed suicide by jumping into the well, but there must be many wells in a city.

Therefore, Angell could not confirm which well it was.

However, the approximate range should be able to be circled, because many wells are private wells. Lucas jumped into the well to commit suicide, it is impossible for him to go to someone else's well to commit suicide, right?

It is probably either his own well or a public well. Moreover, even if it is a public well, it should not be too far from Lucas's home.

Angel called Nit, took out the map Nit had given him before, and circled several ranges, which were basically the areas where Lucas might move.

After handing the map to Nit, Angel took out a bottle of light blue water from his bracelet and placed it on the table.

The light blue light flashing in the light blue water made Nit dazzled for a moment, as if he saw the scene of the birth of life.

"This is light blue water, a special alchemical potion. Its function is to increase life span, up to 10 years." After Angel finished speaking, Nit's eyes instantly glowed.

His parents are now old, and the reason why he chose not to continue to wander with the Yunluo is that he is worried about his parents' health. If my parents could take this potion... Nit swallowed his saliva, his eyes flashing with desire.

Angell naturally saw the light in Nit's eyes. This light blue water was a low-level potion he bought, and the quality was not very good. Normal quality light blue water can increase lifespan by up to 15 years, and this bottle of light blue water obviously did not meet the standard.

Because the light blue water has too many restrictions and consumes potential, even the apprentices dislike it. Angell's original intention of buying it was to give it to mortals.

"During the time I live in your house, I may need you to help me do something. After I leave, this bottle of potion is your reward."

Originally, he only planned to take out the Yingvelvet potion... or the inferior version he made himself in the Savage Cave, but Nit's performance during this period, in fact, Angell still appreciated it. At least some of Nit's ideas can resonate with Angel; therefore, Angell finally took out the light blue water.

Nit's thanks need not be said much, and Angell immediately moved the topic to the map in Nit's hand.

"Please help me find out how many wells there are in this area." Angle paused, "and the years when these wells were built. Please find out everything for me. You don't need to specify the exact date, just a rough year."

Nite had no doubt that he was there. Encouraged by the light blue water, he immediately nodded and responded: "Private well repairs must be reported to the regional baronet, and finally recorded in a unified file and handed over to the religious council. I have a friend who is a religious master of ceremonies. , with his authority, he should be able to inquire about such low-level matters. "

The Anjou dynasty was a country governed by both theocracy and the king. It was normal for religion to handle these civilian affairs in the end.

"Then I'm sorry to bother you. Remember, this matter needs to be kept confidential."

Time passed and it was night again.

In the middle of the night, light snow suddenly began to fall in the sky, and the snow became heavier and heavier. At the end, the snowflakes were like dense catkins, blown by the cold night wind and dancing one after another.

The City of Lost Music in the snow is even more dreamy and colorful. Originally, this city that never sleeps looks like a charming banshee trying its best to show off its charm, but in the hazy snow, it has turned into a beautiful city separated by a gauze curtain. Calm girl.

There are far fewer pedestrians on the street, and only the light of fluorite shines on the snow, reflecting the crystal clear beauty.

At this time, a middle-aged man wearing thin clothes and covered with white snow spots stood in front of a factory on the bank of the river. As he approached, a long series of faint footprints were left on the snow.

dong dong dong

Amid a burst of complaints and doubts, the iron door was opened from the inside, revealing an old man smoking a pipe.

The cold wind from the outside rushed in, and the old man shivered, blowing smoke from his mouth: "Who are you looking for?"

"I heard that there is a very experienced shipwright living here, and I came here because of his reputation."

The old man looked up and down at the middle-aged man in front of him. He was thinly dressed, average-looking, and his clothes were a little wrinkled, giving him a sloppy and lazy look.

"If you are looking for a shipwright, then I am the only one." The old man said with a suspicious look in his eyes: "You are very unfamiliar. Are you coming here at night to rob? I tell you "Although I am somewhat famous, all the money has been donated. If you want to steal the money, you won't get a cent!"

"Donate it? Donate it to the casino?" A joke with a low laugh reached the old man's ears.

The old man's cheeks turned red: "Who am I donating to, and I want you to comment on it?"

"I'm not here to steal money, I'm here to give money." As he said this, he opened a cloth bag filled with shining gold coins.

The old man's eyes lit up, he took a long drag on his cigarette, grinned his yellowed front teeth, and welcomed the person in: "It turns out you are a guest, please come in!"

After closing the iron door, the old man rubbed his hands and said, "What do you call the guest?"

"Ohm Shipwright, just call me Pat." The middle-aged man was Angel. He smiled and his eyes seemed to be staring at Ohm across from him. In fact, the spiritual tentacles had begun to spread around him.

The huge factory building is filled with all kinds of wood. On the river in the middle, there is a short sailing ship being repaired.

After a while, Angel put away his spiritual tentacles. There were no extraordinary people nearby.

"Mr. Pat, do you want to build a ship or repair a ship?" Old man Ohm diligently pulled Angel to the seat next to him. There was a fire burning next to him, dispelling the coldness nearby.

"None of them." Angel smiled faintly and said in the face of the other party's doubtful eyes, "I just want to inquire about something."

"Asking about something?" Ohm frowned: "What are you asking about? I don't know any gossip about princes and nobles, but I am very aware of the scandals in the casino."

"I'm not interested in these gossips either. I just want to know, has Ohm Shipwright done any research on ships in history?"

"Then what kind of ship should we look at? I know a thing or two about famous ships." Ohm said matter-of-factly.

"The Ling Fan, I wonder if Ohm Shipwright has ever heard of it?"

"Ling Fan?" Ohm repeated Angel's words with a hesitant expression: "Hey, I remember hearing about this ship somewhere?"

Angel placed the money bag on the tea table aside. The crisp sound was like a key to open the door of Ohm's memory. Some stories that the old shipwright once told him when he was young suddenly jumped into his memory clearly. mind.

"I remembered. Could it be that Mr. Pat was talking about the ship that Lucas took three thousand years ago? I remember that the ship seemed to be called the Feathered Fan."

Angel did not deny Ohm's remarks, but asked: "How much does Ohm shipwright know about Lucas's Feather Fan? Why don't you tell me about it?"

As he spoke, Angel pushed the money bag towards Ohm, but the speed was very slow, which made Ohm anxious.

"The Ling Fan is an exploration ship, and its shape is a typical three-gallon ship from the Shuojin era..."

When Ohm pointed out that the Ling Fan was an exploration ship, Angel knew that he had probably gone away. The ship he saw on the sea was indeed Lucas's ship.

As Ohm spoke, Angel pushed the money bag closer and closer to Ohm.

Ohm found that when he gossiped about the Ling Fan and Lucas, the other party moved money significantly faster; when he talked about the ship's model and functions, the other party simply stopped, so he picked up the gossip at that time. chat.

When Ohm revealed Lucas's scam of the century.

Angel pushed the money bag to Ohm's hand, released his hand at the same time, and said with satisfaction: "This money bag is yours."