Chapter 837 Townspeople's Life

After a while, Yulika sensed Jon's physical condition and nodded gently: "His decay has slowed down, and his physical quality has shown signs of recovery. This recovery will last for about half a year, and then it will continue to decay until death."

"In general, your attempt was a great success, but the corresponding loss was also great." Yulika looked at the empty potion bottles beside her with some distress. These consumptions must be at least 20,000 to 30,000 magic crystals, right?

"But at least you saved Jon's life. According to his current condition, there is absolutely no problem in holding on for two years."

Eureka's words were full of joy. If Jon could live a few more years, he would bring more data.

But Angel's expression did not show too much joy. His original plan was to let Jon live for at least 20 years, and then think of other ways to see if Jon's life span could be increased. But now, not only has the established goal not been achieved, but it has also been reduced by ten times.

How can this make Angel happy.

"You don't look happy. Now you think of these potions and feel sorry for them?" Yulika said.

"The potion itself was bought for Teacher Jon, so why should I feel sorry for him?" Angle paused, "Lord Eureka, is Teacher Jon only in a frozen state now?"

"Do you want Jon to regain his sanity?"

"Yes."

"You can unseal the ice coffin, but once it is unsealed, the erosion of the great will will accelerate. He will completely die in no more than half a month."

In other words, if frozen, he can prolong his life for two years. If unsealed, it will be at most half a month.

"Didn't you say that you would find a way to save him?" Eureka folded her arms and looked down at Angle.

"I will definitely find a way to save Teacher Jon." Angle seemed to be answering Eureka, but more of a conversation with himself.

"Then I'll wait and see." After saying this, Eureka turned and walked out of the ice room.

Before Eureka was about to leave the dark corridor, Angel suddenly whispered: "No matter what, Mentor Jon is free."

Eureka paused. She understood what Angel meant by this sentence. She did not turn around and said lightly: "Freedom? He has been shackled since he came to the wizard world. All his actions have been eroded by the will of the world and he has no choice. Being imprisoned by the world, or imprisoned by wizards, or imprisoned by himself, which one do you think is better?"

"Freedom has long been exhausted. Even you and I can't talk about freedom, let alone him."

Eureka's voice became more and more ethereal, and finally disappeared completely. Angel stayed in the ice room and fell into a long silence.

Eureka's words may have some sophistry, but there is some truth in them. From a certain perspective, perhaps Angel is also imprisoning Jon's freedom.

However, if it does not reach that level, the so-called topic of freedom is actually false and empty.

Angel didn't want to think about the difference between "conceptual freedom" and "relative freedom". His only thought now was to let Jon continue to live.

Angel stayed in the ice room for a day and a night, deeply imprinting the withered and pale face in the ice coffin into his mind, and then turned around and left.

...

The sun outside was very warm, and the fragrance of flowers permeated the entire manor.

Angel originally planned to retreat directly to find a way to save his mentor, but before that, he decided to go to Du Lu first. After all, he was his guide, and he didn't know how long his retreat would last this time. At least he had to deal with these trivial matters in advance.

Angel walked towards the gate of the manor. Not long after walking, he saw the maid Oli with a red face and a food basket running over.

"Master, this is the milk shortbread baked by Maid Mana herself. She asked me to bring it here." Oli looked at Angel with a shy face. Angel was well-made when he was a child. Now he is even more elegant and handsome. Even if he is her own master, Oli can't help but be crazy about him.

"My taste has changed a little compared to before, but thank you, Maid Mana." Angel took the basket with a smile, resisted the desire to taste it immediately, and said gently.

Angel put the basket into the bracelet casually, and continued to walk towards the door. Seeing this, Oli immediately followed.

"Anything else?" Angel looked at Oli in confusion.

Oli pursed her lips and said a little aggrievedly: "Master, have you forgotten that I am your personal maid? I couldn't find you a few days ago, so I have to follow you closely now. If you need anything, please tell me."

Angel was stunned: "Actually, it's not necessary. I'm used to being alone outside..."

Oli's eyes were red before Angel finished speaking.

Angel could only choke on the rest of his words and sighed: "Well, speaking of which, I really have something I need you to do now."

Seeing that Oli was attracted by the topic and stopped sobbing, Angel said: "Please help me find the head maid Mana and ask her to wait for me in the hall. I have something to discuss with her. Also, it's better to call my brother as well."

After sending Oli away, Angel continued to walk out.

He did have something to do with Leon and Mana. After all, he came back not only by himself this time, but also with the hope of a tribe.

All the servants he met along the way greeted Angel respectfully. The servant who was in the wheat field at that time also knew Ingres' identity at this time. When he saw Ingres coming, he greeted him cautiously.

No matter who it was, Angel's response was always smiling and polite.

After Angel left, the servant in the wheat field breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this young master was as gentle as the rumors said. Instead of blaming him for not recognizing his sin that day, he himself was too concerned about it to sleep these days.

Angel didn't know what these servants were thinking. He came to the door of the manor, glanced at the owl pretending to be dead on the treetop, and then walked out of the manor without looking back.

His target was the Sheriff's log cabin.

There were no fewer people in Gru Town who knew Angel than in the manor, but compared to the awe-inspiring greetings of the servants in the manor, most of these neighbors thought Angel had returned from a study tour in the capital. In terms of attitude, they completely dismissed him. When I was a child, I was a bit more affectionate than the servants of the manor.

"Master Pat, have you returned from your studies?" The speaker was an old scholar smoking a pipe. He was sitting in front of a small wooden house and greeted Angel under the shade of the sunflowers.

Angel was not in a hurry to find Uncle George. He paused and said, "Grandpa Pasha, why did you also learn to smoke hookah from Uncle Dim?"

"What do you mean I learned from him? It was Dim who learned from me!" Pasha immediately retorted: "At first, I taught Dim, that country bumpkin, how to smoke hookah, but later I quit and Dim continued. Just smoke it.”

"Why don't you quit? It was obviously because you were too poor to buy tobacco." The speaker was a burly man named Diem who came out of a wooden house next to Parsha's house.

Pasha is an old scholar in the town. He went out to work when he was young. He is knowledgeable and loves to show off. Dim is Pasha's neighbor and the only blacksmith in the town. In fact, he is also a servant of Pat's manor. However, after getting married, Old Pat allowed him to move outside the manor.

The two are both neighbors and bad friends.

"Master Pat, you are back. The Viscount is always thinking about you." Dim saluted Angel and stretched out his hand to snatch Pasha's pipe: "Master Pat is in front of you, why don't you still think about me?" He smokes and claims to be an academic, but he doesn’t even know how to be polite!”

Pasha coughed twice and said angrily: "You have the nerve to blame me. Obviously you have never put down your smoking gun when you saw Master Pat before."

"Anyway, I'm doing this for your own good. Smoking less. Look how you cough." Dim said.

Parsha couldn't take back the pipe, so he could only stamp his feet helplessly: "Hey, if you don't smoke now, don't stop me from smoking."

Angel looked funny. In the past, Dim smoked the most, but Pasha didn't smoke. Now it's the other way around. Pasha started smoking, but Dim stopped. I don’t know what happened here?

"An accident? There is no accident." After hearing Angel's inquiry, Dim helped Parsha and said: "The main reason is that there are too many refugees nearby. They often come to the town to steal things, and sometimes they even catch livestock. As they were running away, one of the old scholar's cows was stolen and roasted by the refugees. When we arrived, only the huge cow's head was left... Alas, we didn't dare to touch them. He has nothing to gain, even if he is caught by George, nothing will be punished. "

Parsha also sighed: "You just pity my cow."

"I have nothing left, so I have nothing to worry about." Angel said after being silent for a while.

"Yes, that's what it means. We can only passively strengthen our defense, but we can't bear the number of refugees." Dim shook his head and blew out a smoke ring: "When will the war end? Besides, we are in Yamei The province now seems to be in turmoil.”

"Dim is right, maybe one day we will become these refugees, which is why I am anxious. I am anxious, so I smoke...ah?! Dim!! You are actually holding my pipe. Smoking!" Halfway through his words, Parsha suddenly saw Dim's face in the mist, and it took him a long time to react.

The two quarreled again.

The heavy atmosphere originally created was lost because of this.

"Don't worry, even if the entire Golden Bird Empire falls, Gru Town is definitely the safest place." Angel said firmly.

Parsha and Dim didn't know where Angel got his confidence, but seeing that Angel's expression didn't seem to be fake, they believed it.

After Angel left, Pasha suddenly said to Dim: "I don't know why, but I suddenly feel much more comfortable."

Dim also nodded in surprise: "Me too, it seems that after Master Pat comes back, we also feel like we have found our backbone."

"Do you think the Pat Manor will be unblocked as a result?" The two fell into whispers. As for the smoking issue they had previously argued about, they slowly let it go...