This was probably the strangest alchemical omen Angel had ever encountered.
Most alchemical omens carried obvious risks, but this omen before him, at least so far, showed no sign of danger.
No, Angel suddenly thought of a possibility. What if the solution to this omen was to come up with love poems that satisfied the man, but no matter what poem he offered, the man was never satisfied?
Angel remembered that there was a type of alchemical omen with no direct danger, but if one could not find the solution, one would become completely lost within the omen.
Could this be the kind of omen he had encountered this time?
If so, then it would be rather difficult to solve.
No matter what, Angel decided to give it a try first.
"Love poems... love poems..." Angel rapidly rifled through the drawers of his memory.
Though he had never written love poems himself, one of the few entertainments Angel had possessed as a child had been listening to bardic songs.
Reciting epics was a bard's proper duty, but the epic tales that had taken place in the Golden Sparrow Empire were truly bland and unremarkable. Moreover, the royal family kept the history of the past under tight control, so no one dared touch it lightly. That left bards with only songs praising heroes or love.
Angel had liked poems praising heroes as a child, but that did not mean he had never heard poems of love.
His store of memories actually contained quite a few love poems he had heard from bards as a child.
But after quickly running through them, Angel found that those love poems either had clearly designated subjects or were words as dry and tasteless as chewing wax.
Even Angel himself found those love poems eye-searing. Could