"It's Lucas again?" Angel wondered: "What does this mean? Could it be that besides me, other people have asked you about Lucas?"
The window was blown by the cold wind, and a chill rolled into the house.
Gurman stretched out his withered hand and picked up the teacup on the table to keep it warm, but when he picked it up, he found that the water in the teacup had become cold at some point.
Angel could find Gurman's slightly trembling body, he waved his hand, and the fire element in the room slowly rose, and the cold wind blowing in from outside instantly turned into hot wind.
Gurman's eyes lit up slightly, "Thank you sir."
"It's okay, it's your job." Angel paused: "Continuing the previous topic, why did you just say 'it's Lucas again'?"
Gurman hesitated for a moment, his expression slowly changed, and finally he sighed: "My lord's guess is correct, there are indeed other people who have asked me about Lucas, and there are more than one."
More than one asked Gurman about Lucas? Angel frowned slightly, "This Lucas has so much energy?"
"You say he has a lot of energy? I don't think so." The hot wind in the room made Gurman's face slowly turn ruddy, and the speed of his speech slowly accelerated: "According to the information I have found, Lucas is only a small person. He's just a liar with a false title."
"You said he was a liar?"
Gurman nodded: "That's right, whether it's the official history on the nobility's remains, or the unofficial history I found outside, there is a lot of evidence that Lucas is a liar."
Angel remembered Lucas' logbook, and he deliberately put the prefix "the most honest captain in the golden age", which was indeed full of desire to cover up.
He also initially judged that Lucas might be a liar.
But later, many facts showed that Lucas was full of weird and absurd colors, and it seemed impossible to say that he was a liar.
"If he is really a liar, why would anyone come to inquire about him?" Angel looked at Gurman with an inquisitive look in his eyes.
Gurman showed a suspicious expression: "Actually, I don't know. A man who has been around for more than 3,000 years has always been asked about him in the last month."
"How many people have asked you for news, and who are they?" Angel asked.
Gurman: "With you, my lord, there are three groups of people who found me. The first group of people, I don't know either, got on my line through a poor nobleman. It happened a month ago, come here. The man was a man covered in a black robe. He asked me about Lucas' information. But I didn't know much, so he asked me to look up the information."
"Then you agreed?"
Gurman smiled embarrassedly: "Since I moved to Yuese City, I have always been shy. The man in black robe gave me a lot of gold coins, and I agreed."
Angel nodded understandingly: "Did he come later?"
"He hasn't come yet. He said he will come to me in a month. I guess he will come in a few days."
Angel nodded and continued to ask, "What about the second group of people?"
Gurman was silent for a while, "The second group of people is a woman with purple hair... However, this woman may be from the extraordinary world just like adults."
"Why do you say that?"
"When the woman left, I saw that she directly transformed into a human-faced bird with black wings and flew out of the window."
A man-faced bird with black wings? Is this a transformation technique, or is it a manifestation of some kind of bloodline
However, no matter what kind it is, it means that a wizard is involved in this matter.
But why do they care, what secrets does Lucas have for them to explore? Angel has not figured it out yet.
Angel squinted: Lucas, it's getting more and more curious.
"The purple-haired woman got information from you? Does she know that before that, someone else came to inquire about Lucas?" Angel asked.
"I got it. I told her all the information I found. She also asked me about the first group of people, but she didn't say anything after listening and left... From her attitude, I think she might have Meet the first group of people." Gurman said.
A purple-haired woman can transform into an extraordinary one. Does she know the first group of people? Then it means that the first group of people is also very likely to be extraordinary.
This is strange, a group of extraordinary people actually inquired about a mortal person
Angel thought for a moment, but couldn't think of a reasonable explanation. Perhaps, they also discovered the strangely appearing ship? But the logbook with the only apparent identity on the ship has been taken away by him. Even if they found out, they shouldn't directly lock Lucas
If it wasn't because of that ship, could it be because of Lucas
Is there anything extraordinary about Lucas that deserves their attention
Angel: "Professor Gurman, since you've sorted out the information, don't mind showing it to me?"
Gurman nodded and stood up with a cane: "Sir, please come with me."
He followed the staggering Gurman to his study, which was filled with messy books with a faint scent of books.
Gurman picked up the dust-removing duster on the table and brushed the dust off the mahogany table: "I am the only one in the study on weekdays. I don't want the servants to disturb the order of the books, so no one has come in to clean it. There is some dust. , please forgive me."
Angel nodded indifferently, and looked around at the books in the glass case. Most of them were history books from various countries in the Ferran continent, and there were even some history books from other continents.
It can be seen from this study that Gurman is indeed a master who studies the historiography of the Phelan Continent.
"Here." Gurman took out a stack of paper and handed it to Angel: "The purple-haired woman last time said she remembered it after reading it. She didn't take this information away."
"Do you mind if I read it here?"
"Sir, please feel free." Gurman called the maid and asked her to pour two cups of hot tea into the study.
Angel found a stool covered with a blanket, leaned against the armrest by the window, and read while drinking tea.
It is probably a long-term relationship, and there is not much information. It looks like a thick pile, but in fact it is more about the description of the title of Lucas, and most of the background information to trace the origin of this title is generally meaningless.
There are very few records about Lucas himself.
It's just that, in the Golden Era of Lost Music, Lucas was a relatively well-known person in the aristocratic circle. When he was a child, he was already depraved and famous. When he grew up, he became a playboy. Later, after inheriting the title , his family was quickly ruined by him, and he became a liar after running out of money.
Deceiving women's bodies, deceiving rich businessmen's money, that's all, he actually deceived the king at that time in the end.
The data is gone here.
"It's a typical playboy template." Angel paused and asked in a puzzled tone, "Professor Gurman, do you know what happened to Lucas?"
Gurman shook his head: "The purple-haired woman also asked, my answer is the same as then, I don't know. However, it is estimated that he was executed by the king? After all, he deceived the lord of a country, even if he was Aristocrats, but in the later period of the Shuojin era, the royal family was corrupt, and there were many traitors, and being executed is a reasonable guess."
"Then you know what he deceived the king?"
"It's not too clear. According to the information, the king seems to have sent him to sea. Perhaps, it has something to do with this?"
Angel nodded and did not continue. According to Lucas's logbook, he was not executed. And, if nothing else, a headless skeleton on that strange ship should belong to Lucas.
"Is that all the information?"
"Yes, the information of the Shuojin era, that's all I can find here. If your lord wants to get further information, you may have to go to the Anjou Dynasty."
"Anjou Dynasty?" Angel remembered that Nate said he was from the Anjou Dynasty, how could he be involved in another country
"The golden age of heroic spirits, the silver age of flourishing culture, and the copper-burning age of today's rivalry... In fact, they are not describing the Luluo Kingdom, but the Anjou Dynasty, the suzerain of the Luluo Kingdom."
As a person who grew up in the Luluo country, Gurman was somewhat indignant about being forced to become a vassal of the Anjou Dynasty. This emotion is not just Gurman alone, it permeates the entire Luluo country, and even Nite, as an aristocrat of the Anjou Dynasty, does not get any preferential treatment here, and it is also because of this overall emotion.
However, even though he disliked the Anjou Dynasty in every possible way, as a researcher of history, Gurman had to admit that the Anjou Dynasty had been the most powerful country in the Falan Continent since ancient times.
"The Anjou Dynasty has risen and fallen, but it still stands at the highest point of the Ferran Continent. Except for the wild areas in the middle, 70% of the countries in the other regions are vassals of the Anjou Dynasty."
"And Lucas is actually a small nobleman of the Anjou Dynasty three thousand years ago. Therefore, if you want to inquire about this person's news, you can only go to the Anjou Dynasty to inquire."
Angel suddenly realized that he had always thought that Lucas was from the Luluo Kingdom, but he actually belonged to the Anjou Dynasty
"Okay, since that's the case, then I won't bother." Angel put down the information: "I have this information in my heart, so I won't take it."
Before leaving, Angel said to Gurman, "Professor Gurman, I have an unkind request."
"Sir, please speak."
"I don't care about others, but please don't tell others about the news that I came here to inquire about Lucas, okay?" Angel said, looking at Gurman quietly.
Gurman looked at Angel's eyes, and unknowingly seemed to fall into a fog, and after a long while he nodded dazedly: "Okay."
Angel glanced at the nightmare aura that slowly disappeared between Gurman's eyebrows, and smiled lightly: "That would be troublesome."
Angel just used the nightmare to affect Gurman's mood. When the goal was achieved, the nightmare would naturally disappear.