After a while, Eureka sensed Jon's physical condition and nodded slightly: "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 this time was a great success, but the corresponding losses were also huge." Eureka looked at the empty potion bottle beside her with a bit of distress, which cost at least twenty or thirty thousand. Magic crystal, right
"But at least you saved Jon's life. According to his current state, there is absolutely no problem in persisting for two years."
Eureka's words were filled with joy, Jon could live a few more years and bring more data.
However, Angel's expression did not show much joy. His original plan was to extend Jon's life for at least 20 years, and then think of other ways to see if he could increase Jon's lifespan. But now, the set goal has not been achieved, and it has been reduced tenfold.
How can this make Angel happy.
"You don't look happy, and now you think about these medicines?" Eureka said.
"The potion itself was bought for Mentor Jon, so why do you feel distressed?" Angel paused, "Lord Eureka, can Mentor Jon only be in a frozen state now?"
"You want Jon to regain his sanity?"
"Yes."
"You can unblock the ice coffin, but once unblocked, the erosion of the great will will speed up, and he will completely die within half a month at most."
In other words, if it is frozen, it can prolong life for two years. If unblocked, at most half a month.
"Didn't you say that you will definitely find a way to save him?" Eureka looked at Angel condescendingly with her arms crossed.
"I will definitely find a way to save Jon's mentor." Angel seemed to be answering Eureka, but he was talking to himself more.
"Then I'll wait and see." Eureka said, turning around and walking outside the ice.
Before Eureka was about to leave the news in the dark corridor, Angel suddenly whispered: "Anyway, mentor Jon is free."
Eureka paused, she understood the meaning of Angel's words, she did not turn around, and said lightly: "Freedom? He has been shackled since he came to the wizarding world. All actions are eroded by the will of the world. In the middle of it, I can't help myself. Imprisoned by the world, imprisoned by the wizard, 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 elements of sophistry, but it makes sense, and even from a certain point of view, perhaps Angel is imprisoning Jon's freedom.
However, without reaching that level, the so-called free topic is actually a fake.
Angel also doesn't want to think about the difference between "conceptual freedom" and "relative freedom". His only thought now is to let Jon continue to live.
Angel stayed in the ice room for a day and a night, imprinted the exhausted and pale face in the ice coffin deeply into his mind, and then turned to leave.
…
The sunshine outside is very warm, and the fragrance of Fangfei is lingering throughout the manor.
Angel originally planned to retreat directly to find a way to save his mentor, but before that, he decided to go to Dulu first. After all, he was his guide. He didn't know how long this retreat would last. At least these Trivial to deal with beforehand.
Angel walked in the direction of the gate of the manor, and it didn't take long before he saw Maid Ollie running over with a food basket with a flushed face.
"Master, this is the soufflé cake baked by the head maid of Mana, and he specially ordered me to bring it here." Oli looked at Angel shyly. Angel was well-crafted when he was a child, and now he smokes it. After the article, she is even more elegant and handsome, even if it is her own young master, Oli can't help but become a nympho.
"My taste has changed a little compared to before, but thanks to Head Maid Mana." Angel smiled and took the basket, resisting the desire to take a sip immediately, and said gently.
Angel put the basket into the bracelet and continued to walk towards the gate. Oli immediately followed.
"Is there anything else?" Angel looked at Oli suspiciously.
Oli pursed her lips and said a little aggrieved: "Young master, have you forgotten that I am the young master's personal maid. I couldn't find the young master a few days ago, and now I naturally have to follow up. If the young master needs anything, please feel free to tell me. ."
Angel was stunned: "Actually, no, I'm used to being alone outside..."
Before Angel finished speaking, Oli's eyes turned red.
Angel could only choke on the rest of the words and sighed: "Well, I really have one thing for you to do right now."
Seeing that Ollie was attracted by the topic and stopped the twitching, Angel said: "Help me find the head maid of Mana and ask her to wait for me in the hall. I have some things to discuss with him. Also, it's better to bring my brother also called."
After pulling Oli away, Angel continued to walk out.
He did have something to do with Leon and Mana. After all, he came back this time not only by himself, but also with the hope of a group.
The servants encountered along the way all greeted Angel respectfully. The servant who was in the wheat field also knew Angel's identity at this time. When he saw Angel coming, he carefully said hello.
No matter who it was, Angel's response was a polite smile.
After Angel left, the servant in the wheat field let out a long sigh of relief. It seemed that this young master was as gentle as rumored. I didn't blame him for not recognizing his sins that day, but he himself couldn't sleep because of his concern these days.
Angel didn't know the thoughts of these servants. He came to the gate of the manor, glanced at the owl pretending to be dead on the treetops, and walked out of the manor without looking back.
His target was the sheriff's log cabin.
The people who know Angel in Gru Town are no less than those in the manor, but compared to the awe-inspiring greetings from the servants in the manor, most of these neighbors thought that Angel was returning from a study tour in the capital. When I looked at it like that when I was a child, it was a bit more cordial than the servants of the manor.
"Master Pat, have you returned from your studies?" The speaker was an old pedant smoking a bong, sitting in front of a log cabin and greeting Angel under the shade of sunflowers.
Angel was not in a hurry to find Uncle George. He paused and said, "Grandpa Parsha, why did you learn to smoke hookah with Uncle Dim?"
"What is it that I learned from him, it was Dim who learned from me!" Parsha immediately retorted: "In the beginning, I taught Dim that country bumpkin to smoke hookah, but then I quit, and Dim is still continuing. Just smoke."
"Why don't you quit, it was obvious that you were too poor to buy tobacco." It was a burly man named Dim who came out of a wooden house next to Parsha's house.
Parsha is an old schoolboy in the town. He went out for a ride when he was young, and he has a lot of knowledge and loves to show off. Dim is Parsha's neighbor and the only blacksmith in the town. In fact, he is also a servant of Pat Manor, but after getting married, he was allowed to live outside the manor by old Pat.
These two are neighbors and friends.
"Master Pat, you're back, the Viscount is always thinking about you." Dim greeted Angel, and stretched out his hand to grab Parsha's bong: "Master Pat is in front of you, you still Smoking, and claiming to be pedantic, not even polite!"
Parsha coughed twice, and said angrily: "You are embarrassed to tell me, obviously you have seen Master Pat before, and you haven't put down your smoking gun."
"Anyway, I'm doing it for your own good. Stop smoking. Look how you cough." Dim said.
Parsha couldn't get the smoking gun back, so he could only stomp his feet helplessly: "Oh, if you don't smoke now, don't stop me from smoking."
Angel looked funny. Dim used to smoke the most fiercely, but Parsha didn't smoke, but now it's the other way around. Parsha started smoking, but Dim stopped smoking. I don't know what's going on here
"Accident? There is no accident." Hearing Angel's question, Dim helped Parsha: "The main reason is that there are too many refugees nearby, who often come to the town to sneak something, and sometimes arrest livestock. When we were running, the old schoolboy’s cow was stolen and roasted by the refugees. When we arrived, there was only that huge cow’s head left... Alas, we didn’t dare to touch them. Long things, even if they are caught by George, nothing will be punished."
Parsha also sighed: "Just have pity on my cow."
"I already have nothing, so I have no scruples." Angel said after being silent for a while.
"That's right, that's what it means. We can only passively strengthen our defenses, but we can't stand too many refugees." Dim shook his head and exhaled a smoke ring: "War, when will it end? Besides, we, Jamie, will go. Looking at the province now, it is also windy and rainy.”
"Dim is right, maybe one day we will become these refugees too, which is why I am anxious. It is anxiety that is why I smoke... ah?! Dim!! You are smoking with my bong !" Parsha said halfway through, and suddenly saw Dim's face in the fog, and he was stunned for a long time before he could react.
The two quarreled again.
The heavy atmosphere that was originally rendered has also disappeared.
"Don't worry, even if the entire Gold Sparrow Empire falls, Gru Town is definitely the safest place." Angel said firmly.
Parsha and Dim didn't know where Angel's confidence came from, but seeing Angel's expression didn't seem to be fake, but they believed it a little.
After Angel left, Parsha suddenly said to Dim: "For some reason, I suddenly feel much better."
Dim also nodded suspiciously: "Me too, it seems that after Master Pat's return, we also have a feeling of getting back our backbone."
"You said, will Pat Manor be unsealed as a result?" The two fell into whispering. As for the smoking issue they had argued before, they slowly put it down...