Putting the shredded pasta in front of the seabird, Angel thought the other party would be delighted to eat, but he only received a glance squint of disdain from the seabird.

Angel thought he didn't want to eat noodle sc.r.a.ps and replaced it with fruit and small bit of jerky. The seabirds still turned its head without even looking.

“Are you thirsty? ” As soon as Angel's those words fell from his voice, the seabird's head began turn and those two rice grains rose again.

“So you're really thirsty." Without even thinking about it, Angel poured a gla.s.s of cold water and put it in front of the seabird.

And then he got a slap in the face–.

The seabird stretched out its wings and fluttered to edge of the table, picking up the water cup and threw it out the open into the boundless sea.

Then something unexpected happened as Angel saw, the seabird flew straight into the room, hovered towards the narrow desk, and stopped in front of his teacup.

There was also some remaining tea in the teacup that he had brewed in with the morning after the rain.

“Oh -” Angel suddenly realized that it was the morning dew after the rain that had attracted the seabird.

What are the characteristics of the morning dew after the rain? Angel didn't understand before, but now he knows that the morning dew after the rain is a magic plant. This seabird is attracted to a magic plant, can it be a magical creature?

Angel had originally thought to himself that the seabird might have been raised by ordinary people on the top floor, and now realized that only wizards with incredible powers could feed and cater to pets with such a strange tastes.

The seabird fluttered its wings, pointed to the teacup, and pointing to Angel.

When Angel realized this, he had mixed some warm water into the teacup again. Tea from the ancient country of China in another world focuses attention to two courses of tea, the strong first course and the second more mellow course of tea. The seabirds disdains the ‘secondhand goods' in the teacup, but smelling the aroma of tea from the whole room, it instantly fluttered its wings, like an intoxicated flapping fan.

When the teacup is full, the seabird did not wait for the temperature to drop, it extend it's beak into the teacup, made a sipping sound, until only a thin waterline was left exposing the bottom of the teacup.

When the seabirds finished its tea, Angel filled it up again. Anyway, he still had a lot of this kind of tea, and he had already finished his cup of tea. He was supposed to pour out the rest of the tea, but since the seabirds was going to drink it, it wouldn't hurt to pour more.

What Angel did not expect was that after drinking several cups of tea, the seabird directly ate the tea residue at the bottom of the teacup and saved him the trouble of dumping out the garbage.

“Why don't we just change your name to ‘sweeper', or even tea dregs. “Angel breathlessly said.

The seabird looked satisfied after drinking tea, and its eyes bent into crescents. Ignoring the fact that it had been renamed again, it nodded solemnly to Angel as if to express its grat.i.tude for a cup of tea. Then, in front of Angel, it tilted his head, took out a small golden card from the oblique satchel, and put it in front of Angel.

The seabirds saw that Angel did not respond, but also deliberately pushed the card in the direction of Angel.

“Why, is this for me? ” Only then did Angel understood what the seabird meant and picked up the thin little golden card.

Seeing Angel pick up the card, the seabird chirped, as if to say something, and without waiting for Angel to react, took a sprint and flew out of the window.

When Angel peeked out, the blue sky and white clouds were still the same. Where was the shadow of the seabird?

“Interesting, I'm grateful for your kindness. “Angel shook his head and smiled.” My mentor once said to grace a gla.s.s of water, in return for a spring. Is this a gla.s.s of water today, in return for a card? ”

Instead of looking at the vanis.h.i.+ng seabird, Angel turned his eyes to the card in his hand. The golden card, one side blank, the other side a pattern. The pattern is of the purple plump lady on the seabirds' bib and satchel.

With a touch of his finger, the pattern had a slight raise, as if it had been sculpted up.

On such a thin card, there must be a reason for such exquisite craftsmans.h.i.+p.

But Angel knew nothing about the pattern, and even if the card had a deeper meaning, he didn't know it. He didn't want to waste his thoughts on thinking about things he couldn't figure out. He just put the card in his pocket and continued on the relaxing journey.

With the rustle of the waves and the hum of the undercurrent at the bottom of the sea, Angel took out a book and looked it over.

The t.i.tle of the book: “Thought of Ancient Times”

This book was found in the bookstore of Sea Moon City. Most of the plots in the book were collected by the author and consolidated into a book. To put it simply, this is a book of myths, but a little bit of the author's own point of view, so it is called The Thoughts of Ancient Times.

Angel did not put the book down until sunset had cast its rays all over the sky.

After reading it, Angel felt a lot of emotions in his heart, rather than “the thoughts of ancient times”, it should be called “The Death of Ancient Times”. The ending of all the G.o.ds in the book was a fall. Either to save mankind, or to fight demons, or simply to die of old age and illness. It didn't end well either way. It is not clear whether the myths of those ancient times are true or false. Maybe those so-called G.o.ds are just powerful wizards.

Ordinary people are most afraid of all unknown forces and react with fear and wordless resistance. “The fall of the G.o.ds” may just be a wizard leaving the old earth, but the belief of mortals is absolutely powerful even if the G.o.ds have not appeared for a long time. It is also possible that ‘the fall of the G.o.ds' is just made up gibberish.

Stretching out, Angel put down his book, looked at the sky, and decided to go to the canteen first.

In nearly a month of sea life, Angel had a general understanding of Bauhinia. There are several restaurants on the Bauhinia, almost all of which are on the top of each floor. The cla.s.s separation of Bauhinia can also be distinguished from the layout of the restaurant and the delicacies served.

The top floor of the Bauhinia restaurants is the most exquisite and luxurious, only wizard apprentices can go, there is rumor that the s.h.i.+p also has a formal wizard, but it is not known whether the rumors are true or not.

There are also some other talented people like him on Bauhinia, only about dozens or so people, who were found in Old Land and brought to Big six by leaders of the White Coral Floating Island College, Gravity Forest and Hurricane Tower. These talented individuals, are considered middle cla.s.s on Bauhinia, so they can only enter up to the middle-level Beaufort restaurant.

As for the sailors and handymen, they were in the clover canteen on the lower deck.

When Angel came to the Beaufort restaurant, he stepped in line for a meal and came and went with the crowd. At this time, everyone held in their pride of being a talented person, brought their plate to a table, sat down obediently, and ate whatever the cook made. Whether you used to be an aristocrat or a pauper, you are just a rookie who is about to set foot on the path of a wizard.

Rookies should have the appearance of a rookie, unnecessary pride left behind until the wings are strong and full.

Following the teachings of moderation by his mentor, Angel, like everyone else, buried his head and respectfully took the plate of grilled fish and bread from the cook. He picked up some lettuce and winter melon slices in the fruit and vegetable area on the other side, added a plate of mashed garlic potato and clam chowder soup, and sat down near the window.

After eating grilled fish for half a month, Angel thought of how much he missed his mentor's Chinese food, and his face immediately began to droop at the thought that he won't be able to enjoy eating the food for years to come.

“If I had known I would live alone, I would have learned to cook from my mentor. “Angel lamented at the bottom of his heart, still paying attention to his etiquette.

The cafe doors, squeaked open and close. Someone coming in, someone going out. Angel sat just in front of the restaurant, while a young man in a silver laced s.h.i.+rt pushed open the door and walked in slowly, as he was walking he held a disagreeable arrogant expression.

Angel has kept a low profile since he got on board. In the cruel world of wizards, he was not spoiled by his strict brother. If he lived lawlessly how could he feel safe.

So, during the month, he had no communication with anyone but Alan and his sister Irene, as the siblings were trying to expand the circle of their contacts, Angel had never felt the need to deal with anyone else. In his life, in addition to learning there is also solving problems.

Even though he was so withdrawn, Angel recognized that the aristocratic man, was trying show how famous he is on the s.h.i.+p.

Apocalypse 6, central continent, Empire-Silver Heron, royal third heir, Dev. Silver Heron.