Babaya and the other two followed a young boy with a soft, childlike voice to an office at the back of the theater.
âTeacher Jon, they are here.â Adar approached the desk and bowed respectfully.
Jon looked up, first smiled at Adar, indicating he could leave, and then turned his gaze to the two little ones and Baruba, who exuded a wild aura.
Jon examined them carefully for a moment, a smile curling at his lips: âAre you the assistants Angel brought?â
Facing Jonâs smile, Baruba didnât feel much and nodded in acknowledgment.
However, Babaya and Kudodo felt a chill sweep down their backs, unsure why they felt Jonâs gaze was so peculiar.
Although as Little People, they were often observed by others, othersâ gazes were merely curious, but this elder in front of them seemed not only curious but also inquisitiveâŠ
âI didnât expect to see a real-life Thumbelina in my lifetime, what an interesting world,â Jon silently mused, his gaze towards Babaya and Kudodo becoming even more âbenevolent.â
âMr. Jon, Frod asked us to find you earlier, saying you would assign us tasks. May I know what task it is?â Baruba asked quietly.
âFrod just told me your name is Baruba? Are you responsible for construction tasks?â Jonâs gaze shifted to Baruba, whose skin was slightly darkened.
The first thought flashing through Barubaâs mind was: When did Frod tell Jon?
But quickly, Baruba dismissed that notion. Perhaps Frod used a long-distance voice spell? Regardless of how Frod informed Jon, it was a good thing Jon knew their information, saving the time for self-introduction.
âYes.â
Once Baruba confirmed, Jon pondered, âYour task is to construct the New City. However, it will take some time before the New City officially begins construction, so in the next few days, familiarize yourself with the planning blueprints of the New City⊠As for the specific blueprints, Iâll give them to you later.â
Baruba nodded. Although he didnât know what âNew Cityâ was yet, it indeed sounded like a construction task. As long as itâs a construction task and there are blueprints, he should be capable of handling it.
After instructing Baruba, Jon turned his gaze to Babaya and Kudodo.
âAs for your tasks, I will have Popota help you get familiarized later. However, before familiarizing yourself with the tasks, I am very curious about your identitiesâŠâ Jon said with a smile: âMind chatting with me?â
Jonâs smile caused a shiver in the hearts of the two little ones. Previously, they felt Jonâs gaze was strange, and now it seemed not only strange but a bit terrifying!
In Babaya and Kudodoâs imaginative minds, Jon had transformed from a kindly old man upon first meeting into a sinister doctor in a shadowy backdrop. Even the faint smile at his lips seemed tinged with blood.
âM-Mr. JonâŠâ Kudodo stammered, âAre you a Carabit?â
Kudodo had heard that Carabits are a race extremely curious about life, fond of studying living things, with a vile temperament. âGrafting Maniacâ Dong La and âBasket Witchâ Charlotte were both Carabits, and these two witches loved research and had cruel natures.
Thus, upon hearing Jonâs words, Kudodo instinctively imagined him as part of that species.
âCarabits, Iâve heard of this race, but Iâve never met one. Iâm actually a Wise Man⊠uh, according to your understanding, a Wise Man.â Jon explained, âWhy, are you very curious about what race I am?â
Kudodo felt some relief that Jon wasnât a Carabit, but he still looked at Jon warily: âN-No, just felt you seem like someone who loves academics and research.â
Jon stroked his chin and nodded: âThatâs not wrong; isnât it just now Iâm researching you?â
Kudodoâs mind went blank!
Research! Surely, he wants to research them!
Kudodo had heard in the Task Hall that âMicrocosmâ Dumatin often did brain extraction experiments, and as his assistant, hardly anyone escaped the fate of brain extraction research. Therefore, Kudodo never dared to take on Dumatinâs tasks, no matter how rich the rewards.
But now, to his dismay, although he avoided Dumatin, it seemed he had stumbled into Jonâs Magic Net!
Listening to his tone, he couldnât possibly want to dissect them, right?
Kudodoâs mind began to conjure all sorts of cruel scenarios, and before Jon even spoke, he had already frightened himself, his little face turning pale.
âDonât just ask me; you two should answer my question.â Perhaps Jon was too astonished by seeing thumb-sized people for the first time, and he didnât notice Kudodo and Babayaâs complicated emotions.
âW-We⊠actually, are just ordinary, yes, very, very ordinary people, and our population is tiny, almost extinctâŠâ Kudodo cried, thinking of all sorts of excuses to dispel Jonâs desire to âresearchâ them.
However, no matter what, Kudodo said, Jon kept smiling at him, like a demon contemplating how to cook them into a stew.
Just when Kudodo felt himself plunging into a dark purgatory, Jon suddenly paused.
Jon took out a strange branch from a drawer.
Everyone present could feel the branch emitting a peculiar fluctuation. They could receive the signals within the fluctuation, but none could decipher the content.
Jon glanced at the three people, noticing their gazes fixed on the branch in his hand. He furrowed his brows and muttered to himself: âAlthough the signal reception is enhanced, the privacy has worsened. This needs attention; Iâll need to discuss this with Poporta later.â
Then, Jon brought the branch to his brow.
Under the puzzled gazes of everyone, Jon maintained this action for about two or three minutes before slowly lowering the branch, revealing a regretful expression.
âAngel just told me to let the three of you go outside the city. Your tasks will be arranged after you come back.â
Kudodo and Babayaâs eyes lit up. All they wanted at that moment was to leave, and now it seemed their wishes were granted!
Their delight was fully expressed on their faces, and they even ignored Jonâs latter words.
Baruba, on the other hand, showed no expression, contemplating Jonâs words. Jon had twice addressed Lord Pat by name⊠this indicated Jonâs status would certainly not be inferior to Lord Patâs.
Someone with a status similar to or even higher than Lord Patâs should be quite renowned in the Wizardsâ Realm. Why could he not recall any famous face that matched Jonâs?
Who exactly is he?
Also, Baruba noted that Jon received the message through a branch.
That branch clearly had no extraordinary fluctuation, so how could it transmit signals? Earlier, when Frod passed the message to Jon, could it also have been through that branch?
Baruba also remembered that when in the Spirit Tree Hall, Angel mentioned researching information exchange. Could this information exchange refer to this branch?
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