“Also, where is Miss Phoebe now?” asked Aiden.
“Unfortunately, I have no idea… I don’t even have her phone number! Regardless, the letter stated that the Divine Fruit tree should be where Heavenly Fire descends… However, even after thinking hard about this for a year, I can’t seem to understand what it means! I’ve thoroughly looked into it, and throughout earth’s history, not once has heavenly fire descended!” muttered Professor Boyle with a sigh as he shook his head.
“…While I can’t think of a place that matches that description either, I know for a fact that the Divine Fruit tree is in the North Desert,” replied Gerald.
“…Hmm? Why is that?” asked the surprised Professor Boyle.
“I have my reasons. Regardless, I’m planning to use all my resources to scour the North Desert for the Divine Fruit tree. I must find it at all costs! Regardless, since things have come to this, I’m suggesting a proposal. Essentially, I’ll work together with you to locate the tree, but in return, you help find Miss Willow for me. Call it a hunch, but I just have a feeling that she’s from a mysterious family…” replied Gerald.
Though Gerald was well aware that locating the tree was still going to be like finding a needle in a haystack, he didn’t really have any other choice. It was his final chance to get to Yearning Island…
Regardless, the professor nodded in response before saying, “Deal. While I don’t know her exact location, I do know that she’s from the north. I’ll ask my ex-students to see if I can locate her hometown-”
Naturally, the middle-aged man wasn’t about to believe that. With that, he glared at Aiden before scowling, “Inconsiderate, much?! My father’s been ill for quite a while now, and he isn’t allowed to strain his mind! Yet here you are, disturbing him! Please leave at once!”
“Mind your manners, Fayvel! We have important business to attend to!” retorted the professor.
Now smiling bitterly, Gerald took the chance to say, “To clarify, Mr. Boyle, we aren’t expecting help for free. I’m aware that Professor Boyle’s illness stems from a heart and lung injury from about ten years ago. At the time, you may have thought that it was merely a minor injury that would heal after the operation. However, I can assure you that if Professor Boyle hadn’t learned the breathing techniques—in his forties—to build up his inner strength, there’s a good chance he’d be dead by now!”
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