Chapter 762: Wells and Lies

In the evening.

An elk sled passed through the thick snow.

Angel sat in the seat behind the sled, looking carefully at the map in his hand. Next to him sat Nit, who was waving the reins vigorously to make the elk run faster.

This is Tail Rat Street, with residential houses on both sides. The windows shone with warm light, and the curling smoke from the chimneys was twisted in the heavy snow.

There were not many adults on both sides of the street, and they were basically children dressed like meat balls. While waiting for dinner, they played snowball fights with their companions.

When the elk sled came over, the naughty child was not afraid at all, and even picked up snowballs from the ground and threw them on the car.

Nit was enjoying the joy of the elk pulling the sled, but was hit directly in the face by a snowball. The snowball slid off, and a red round mark appeared on Nit's fair face.

The naughty kid who hit him was still laughing and pointing at his nose.

If it were any other noble, they would have been furious at this time. But Nit was a rare flower among the nobles. He had been wandering in the sea for many years and had experienced a lot, so he was more tolerant.

Nit was not angry, but looked at the people around him with some fear. Although Lord Pat has always been kind, would he be offended by a child...

Nit was suddenly stunned.

Lord Pat was not angry, because none of the snowballs hit him. Every snowball that flew over "naturally" bypassed him.

Moreover, not only was he not angry, he also put on a devilish smile, caught the snowballs flying in the air with lightning speed, and hit them back one by one.

The naughty kid couldn't hit him, but it didn't mean that he couldn't hit these living targets trapped in the snow.

Even if the sled was moving, he still hit them accurately.

Almost every time the elk ran a distance, a plop sound could be heard from behind. This was the sound of the naughty kid falling down after being shot.

In the short few hundred meters of Tail Rat Street, Lord Pat was like a snowball god of war. When he got off the car, not only was there no snow on his body, but he also smiled politely at the naughty kid who was shot by him.

Then he uttered a word that made Nit messy in the wind: "Thank you!"

Amid the crying of the naughty kids, Angel came to a fir tree with satisfaction. There was a public well here, but because there was no shortage of water resources for the time being, the well here had been blocked by a big stone.

"This is the 26th well. I hope you won't let me down." Angel stood by the well and murmured in a low voice.

Nit also came over at this time, looking at Lord Pat with a serious face, and thinking about his previous smile to the naughty kid, he couldn't imagine that this was the same person.

However, he now understood what Vice Captain Helen said. Lord Pat was indeed very different from other extraordinary people.

While Nit was distracted, Angel was holding his forehead with a disappointed look: his mental tentacles probed down and went deep into the bottom, but there was nothing unusual.

"I'll go down and take a look, you wait here." After Angel said to Nit, he used his magic hand to move the sealing stone, and then wrapped in a thin layer of water film, he jumped into the well.

This is a diving well. Angel quickly reached the bottom, and there was nothing unusual, just as his mental detection.

Angel had no choice but to dive up, and when he jumped out of the well, he also brought a faint mist. This is because the temperature of the well water is warmer than the outside world, a natural phenomenon.

Nit looked at Lord Pat with a slightly gloomy expression, knowing that this time he probably got nothing.

He didn't know what Lord Pat was looking for, and he wouldn't ask more. If Lord Pat was willing to say it, he would naturally know. If he didn't want to say it and came forward to ask, it would definitely make the other party feel resentful.

"Sir, are we going to the next place? I looked and found that there are still four wells on Widow Street that have not been explored."

Angel was also thinking at this time. After screening and checking, there were a total of 33 wells in the area he had designated that were more than 3,000 years old, plus three wells whose years could not be confirmed, a total of 36 wells, which was not a lot to say, and it could be completed in one day if the speed was fast.

But now he has checked all the wells in the periphery, and the remaining wells are all locked in Lucas's residential area.

This well should be the most likely well where Lucas committed suicide, but when he went out the night before yesterday, these areas were hidden by extraordinary people.

If he broke in now, he might attract attention.

Angel hesitated a little, whether to go over and take a look.

"Speaking of which, there is a well on Widow Street, at the home of a good friend of mine, he is the son of the leader of the Knights of the Westward Expedition, and is currently a baron." Nit said while looking at the map.

Angel's eyes lit up when he heard this.

"Nette, my biggest purpose for coming to Lost Song City this time is actually to find a gifted person. Since your friend is the son of a knight, he might have some talent. We can go over and test him."

Nette was confused. Are the knight's offspring talented? Is there such a saying?

Although Nit was confused, he naturally did not dare to refute. He nodded and continued his work as a sleigh driver.

Angel also knew that his reason was far-fetched. While closing his eyes to rest, he whispered: "Starting tomorrow, you can help me spread the news outside and find a suitable gifted person. You should know the restrictions. The place to test the talent is... your home."

Nite's expression was delighted. Testing at his home indirectly indicated that the New Ross family had a relationship with a wizard. This was a great opportunity for their family.

So Nit nodded without hesitation: "Don't worry, sir, I will do it!"

But after he finished speaking, Nit suddenly remembered something: "Sir, the total population of Lost Song City exceeds one million, and there are many people of the right age. If it is spread at will, I am afraid that there should not be enough space at home, and the workload of adults will also increase."

Angel also knew this. After all, this is a big city with a population of one million.

He was silent for a moment: "You can appropriately limit the spread of news. At the same time, if you want to test your talent, you can pay 5 gold coins first. Regardless of whether the test result shows talent or not, the 5 gold coins will not be refunded."

For an ordinary family, 5 gold coins are equivalent to giving everything they have.

The gold coins are of no use to Angel, but they can test one point: Are you ready to pay everything and may end up burning it?

The same principle applies to the path of wizards. If you pay a price, there is a great possibility of failure; but if you don't pay a price, you will never succeed.

Gold coins are just a means for Angel to limit the number of people. He plans to carve a magic pattern of mental shock at the door of Nit's house.

Only those who have survived the mental shock are qualified to come in for the test.

And there are only two situations that can survive the mental shock: people with strong mental power and people with strong willpower.

This can be used as the second threshold. With these two thresholds, I think there won't be too many people who come in for the test in the end.

After listening to Angel's narration, Nit was also slightly relieved. If all the people of the right age really came in a swarm regardless of their wealth, it would be too chaotic.

While they were talking, the sled had entered Widow Street.

It was not until then that Angel was surprised to find that all the wizard apprentices who had been guarding here had left? Either they had already obtained what they wanted and evacuated; or no clues were found here.

Angel was more inclined to the second one. It happened three thousand years ago. Even if something was preserved, it should not be discovered now.

Since they had already evacuated, Angell didn't need to go to Nit's friend's house immediately, but followed the original plan to explore the wells one by one.

As for whether to explore Lucas's mansion, Angell gave up after thinking about it.

If there was really something strange, it should have been taken away by the people of Deep Sea Song. Why would they wait for him to pick it up?

Angell checked the first three wells on Widow Street one by one. They were all diving wells, which were easy to explore to the bottom, and there was nothing strange.

Angell could only put his hope on the well at the home of Nit's friend, the son of the knight.

But to his regret, the last well didn't yield any results. As for Nit's friend, he was also an ordinary person and had no talent.

After leaving Widow Street, Angell continued to visit other industrial areas of Lucas.

These areas were originally patrolled by extraordinary people, but now they have also evacuated. He explored the last six wells very smoothly, but the final result was still nothing.

On the way back to the New Ross Mansion, Angell's expression was confused.

Could it be that his judgment was wrong, and Lucas didn't actually jump into his own well, but ran to someone else's well to jump into it? Then he was too shameless, wasn't he?

Or... Lucas's jumping into the well was also a lie, right?

In Lucas's logbook, other things happened hundreds or thousands of years later, such as the "sea of ​​flowers" and the "wishing tree"... Could it be that his jumping into the well actually happened a long time later?

It shouldn't be possible, right?

There are two types of records in the logbook. One is that it looks real, such as daily routines, and records of one's own eating and drinking... There is no need to fake these.

The other is that it is fictional at first glance, such as the tear-turned flower sea, the island spirit, the glowing wishing tree... These are also obvious at a glance, and have some kind of fictional elements.

All these things with fictional elements, Angel regarded him as some kind of slightly unreliable "prophecy".

And the last log he wrote about his "jumping into the well" was obviously the first type, which made Angel keep running around to find it.

But now, he found no clues in all the wells, let alone corpses. Even the slightest bit of dregs was not found after a comprehensive mental search.

Could it be that Lucas lied in the last log?

Angel couldn't even tell whether Lucas was an honest man as he said, or a liar as he was said to be.