And it was precisely because of this dismissive attitude that he found an opportunity to escape from that den of evil.
Fang Hong set down the few pages of paper and returned to the main topic: "Mr. Alvan, you must already know that before the Princess arrives in Tansnier, those slave traders have already fled in advance. The clues are lost here, and in order to rescue more people from their clutches, the only thing we can rely on now is the information we can learn from you, who have been in contact with them."
The old man nodded: "The Princess has already briefed on this matter, so I understand well. Whatever you want to know, feel free to ask . I'm not bragging, but even at my age, my mory is still quite reliable."
Fang Hong then said: "If they were ordinary slave traders, finding them might still be troubleso. However, these people are said to be connected with the Great Thief Mazahar and have received a batch of ancient manuscripts from him, indicating unusual motives. Hence, we plan to start from this angle."
"A wise choice," the old man replied, "but I must correct you, they aren't just ancient manuscripts; they are the Abyssal Sea Scroll."
Fang Hong looked at the other with so surprise.
The old man rely smiled lightly, and then the kettle on the iron rack in the fireplace boiled, letting out a humming sound.
He stood up, picked up an iron hook, took the kettle off the rack, and then took so teacups from a wooden shelf on the wall, pouring the light red tea into each one.
The room was filled with drifting smoke for a mont.
"In the north of Colin Ishurian and in many parts of Osh, people are more accustod to making tea," the old man put down the teapot and leisurely said to the others, "I've heard that this is sowhat similar to your custom."
Fang Hong nodded, indeed, in Colin Ishurian, the tea-drinking habit is very similar to that of his hotown. However, Colin people prefer fernted black tea.
"But in Istania, brewing tea also has its own unique flavor. Since we're in this place, naturally we must adapt to the local customs."
The old man placed the teacups on the low table before them, without any hint of awkwardness, assuming the deanor of a host—despite the fact that this place was rely within a dungeon.
Having placed the teacups down, he said: "Achilles should have introduced to you, but scholars from the Silver Tower co from varied backgrounds, each with their own school of thought."
"When I was young, I was an apprentice under the great scholar Hailinde. The ancient languages of Xinsas and Nulin were precisely my research focus, and I have a deep interest in the Abyssal Sea Scroll."
He took a sip of tea before continuing, "If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have recognized these ancient manuscripts and taken the risk of stealing them from those slave traders."
Fang Hong couldn't help but be greatly surprised.
All these days he had been searching for soone who could help him decipher the Abyssal Sea Scroll, but unfortunately, in this small place of Tansnier, even finding so ancient texts in the library was difficult, let alone soone skilled in this field.
But unexpectedly, the person he needed was right here, underground in the Grand Princess Manor—the very person he had an appointnt to et.
If it weren't for the current task of finding those slave traders, he would have eagerly discussed the Abyssal Sea Scroll with the old man right away.
Nonetheless, he took the initiative to ask: "Mr. Alvan, since you are so familiar with the Abyssal Sea Scroll, do you know why Mazahar gave these things to those slave traders?"
The old man pondered the question seriously for a mont before replying: "I think it might be related to the Dragon Worship Sect."
Fang Hong was slightly taken aback, turning to exchange a glance with Hilveld. The noble lady managed to maintain her composure, but he was sowhat puzzled and asked again:
"What do you an by that?"
"As far as I know, aside from the scholars researching them, only the alchemists and craftsn, and these cultists are interested in such matters."
"But we and the alchemists can't possibly acquire the Abyssal Sea Scroll from the slave traders secretly. Apart from the Dragon Worship Sect, I can't think of anyone else doing so."
Fang Hong pondered for a mont; this was contrary to the conclusion he and Hilveld had reached, but it made sense. After all, it was what he initially thought too.
He asked again: "Mr. Alvan, besides scholars, alchemists, and the Dragon Worship Sect, is there anyone else who might be interested in the Abyssal Sea Scroll?"
"Why do you ask?" The old man, evidently quite perceptive, asked back: "Do you think this isn't related to the three ntioned?"
Fang Hong shook his head. Although he and Hilveld had other theories, he wouldn't reveal anything prematurely until he was sure of the enemy.
Even Achilles was the sa.
He pondered carefully before he was about to respond.
However, Hilveld spoke up with her pleasant voice:
"Mr. Alvan, for safety reasons, we can't always co to you, so we need to ask thoroughly once. Please don't mind.
Although the Captain and I have our suspicions, we can't be certain, and you are well-inford and have deep research into the Abyssal Sea Scroll—so we hope to fill any gaps on this issue."
Her words were flawless, and the old man couldn't find any fault, just nodding: "Let think. Right, there indeed was such a thing, but I think it's unrelated to the current matter."
"Whether it's related or not," at this mont, Achilles also spoke up: "Mr. Alvan, you can tell us so that we can discuss it together, and perhaps there might be so clues."
"That I understand," the old man then slowly began to speak of a matter, "it was sothing over ten years ago."
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