After chatting with Anran, who was recovering from her injuries, for a while, and then visiting the dejected and remorseful old Mor in the temporary prison, I resolved the remaining troublesome matters. After dawdling for a few more days, seeing that there was nothing else that needed my help in the Holy Tree Fortress City for the time being, and with Hikari too busy to pay attention to me, I bid farewell to the few familiar people and returned to the Little Garden.
After handing over all the information I had gathered to Yao, who had been waiting for me, and then going to Piss City, which had also ended this brief battle and was busy cleaning up the traces of the fighting, and returning the repaired wooden comb to White Fox, my mission was essentially complete.
Then, a week later, in the afternoon, as I nestled back in my cozy little apartment, picked up the long-unused controller, and happily became a gaming addict, an uninvited guest once again quietly visited my little garden.
It was a spirit messenger with a flowing, transparent light silver face, without any trace of facial features, dressed in a close-fitting little dress.
Its trajectory was flawless. Even when disturbed twice by the young hounds lingering in the garden, it meticulously followed the shortest route. After appearing, it floated straight toward me and then handed me a letter with a gold-edged silver seal.
I naturally recognize what this is.
After I reluctantly accepted the role of my mentor's only disciple, my mentor, in a state of exceptional excitement, immediately summoned a dozen or so messengers who looked almost identical. They held hands and performed a silent circle dance, leaving me utterly bewildered. Finally, he proudly had them demonstrate their ability to traverse the spirit world and the void, allowing me to choose the one I liked to form a messenger contract. I didn't want to accept such mysterious beings, but I couldn't resist my mentor's insistence, so I could only close my eyes and randomly point to one, temporarily assigning it to handle communication between my mentor and me.
To be honest, I don't know the racial name of this type of messenger.
First, the mentor had no intention of mentioning it at all. Second, they were always silent, without even the slightest extra body language, and would only act according to the will of the contractor: bowing respectfully, moving back and forth between the two worlds, and replicating the need to convey words without saying a word more... They were even more rigid than Yao's puppet maids, so in the end I could only use "messenger" as a temporary title.
I thanked the messenger and watched its figure gradually blur like layers of gauze before disappearing into the air. After waiting a while until the surrounding magical fluctuations subsided, I finally turned my gaze back to the envelope.
The gold accents on the bright silver envelope outlined the words "A door to be opened," but instead of the expected bright red stamp, the center was outlined to resemble a lock. So I could only sigh, pull out the gleaming key from my neck, and then insert it.
It was an extremely bizarre scene: what I was holding in my hand was nothing more than a thin letter, and the pattern on the clasp was nothing more than a fine gold line, yet the key I inserted in my hand seemed to pierce through it and fit into a real door lock, making a crisp clicking sound. With the movement of my hand, it also made the sound of gears turning and the crisp sound of small balls rolling inside, which only real machinery would make.
The painted door suddenly swung open.
To my surprise, what arrived by messenger this time was not a few useless words of praise as I had expected, nor a few rare handicrafts that my mentor had just discovered while traveling. Instead, it looked like a fully prepared alchemical laboratory.
However, compared to the real alchemy workshop, this one, which I could easily hold in the palm of my hand, is still far too small. Even though it was sealed inside a letter by some spell I haven't fully deciphered, it looks no bigger than the palm of my hand, and even when unfolded, it's still only a tiny piece.
However, I quickly deciphered the truth from another layer of magic surrounding the letter and from those seemingly tiny experimental instruments—it wasn't because the alchemy workshop in front of me was small, but precisely because it had been compressed repeatedly no less than four times!
I immediately leaped up from my chair and rushed to an empty room nearby—a room I'd only been told about by Miss [Aisha], who was idly wandering around when I returned. She said it had somehow appeared on its own. At the time, I was considering turning it into a living room, a plant room, or Yao's private office, since it was significantly larger than the other rooms, and its natural light was exceptionally good thanks to the special glass that allowed for controlled shading on the protruding half of the library. But to my surprise, nothing fit; everything was shut out.
At the time, I was wondering if I was opening the door wrong. After trying several times, I gave up. Now I realize that this empty room existed just for this moment.
Sure enough, the moment I stepped into the empty room with the letter in my hand, the contents of the letter vanished and were instantly replicated around me in the same proportions as what I had just seen.
The empty room was instantly decorated and filled with furnishings.
The latest circular light fixtures and floral wall hangings quietly emit a soft glow. A wide array of equipment covers most of the square table and shelves. Various common materials are stored in compliant standards in easily accessible corner cabinets. Potted evergreen plants are placed on both sides of the floor-to-ceiling windows facing the outside. The swaying green branches are adorned with emerald dewdrops, which are reflected on the porcelain white marble floor. A circulating matrix constructed of [liquid metal] is embedded in it, flowing endlessly.
Of course, compared to these, the square gift box, which was half a person tall, placed in the center of the newly filled alchemy workshop, was more likely to attract my attention.
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