Chapter 1330 Follow-Up to the Sample Publication <TOC> Chapter 1332 Question About the Servant
Translator: SumTLMan
After Cherie finished reading the magazine, she remained silent for a long while.
It wasn’t until Luna nuzzled against Cherie’s leg with its tiny head that she snapped back to reality.
Cherie stood up, without uttering a word. She let out a deep sigh, picked up Luna, and mounted her broom.
“It’s time to leave,” said Cherie, gazing at the misty night sky. It felt as though she could see the distant Sky Mechanical City floating on the horizon. “I had initially hoped to compete with Angel in the Novastar Competition, but it seems that won’t be possible now.”
“However, that’s alright. While our paths differ and strides might not sync, our destinations are the same.” Cherie was brimming with confidence about her future.
Furthermore, Cherie’s intention to participate in the Novastar Competition wasn’t to compare herself with Angel, but it was for someone else.
An image of a person flashed through Cherie’s mind, her gaze turning icy, “I hope I run into you, because this time, I will end you.”
Embracing the night wind, a faint lantern light, accompanying a young witch on a broom, flew into the profound, boundless night sky. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared into the void.
…
In the Fairytale World, near the Candy House and Whiskey Mountain.
On the flank of the Whiskey Mountain, there appeared a valiant woman in bright red armor. She walked past the meat trees emitting a tantalizing roasted chicken aroma, strolled through a spice-flower garden, soared over a honey lake, and finally arrived beside a brook that exuded an alcohol scent.
The origin of the brook was unknown. Its waters were crystal clear, and when they hit the rocks, they produced dense foam.
Approaching the brook, one could detect a strong scent of alcohol. An average person, just by breathing here, would likely be sent into a deep intoxication.
Beside a brook named Whiskey Stream, where the water wasn’t mere stream water but the essence of whiskey, a lady was engaged by a campfire, grilling meat.
This beauty, from her lustrous alabaster ankles up to her pale-green hair tips, was ensnared with delicate, unidentified vines. Occasionally, blossoms on these vines would wither, shedding petals like whispered secrets, while at other times, they’d bloom with luminescence dancing in the breeze.
Without any other movement, her slender fingers delicately dipped into the stream. The droplets that dripped from her fingertips onto the grilling meat immediately released a mesmerizing aroma.
A symphony of spices, the sweet maturity of the whiskey, and the gentle embrace of floral fragrance all intertwined.
“Carvelyn, your timing is impeccable. Your meat is grilled to perfection,” said a gallant lady in flaming-red armor, known as “Divine Dress Maiden,” Carvelyn. Ever by her side was “Cuisine of Spirits,” Sunisha.
Handing the perfectly grilled, golden-brown meat emitting billows of smoke to Carvelyn, Sunisha watched as the ascending smoke painted a mysterious formation in the sky. At the heart of this formation, a rift appeared, from which a drooling, handsome spirit peeked out.
But before the spirit could emerge entirely, Sunisha’s brow furrowed, and with a stern voice she commanded, “Begone!”
At her word, the smoke in the sky trembled, blending seamlessly with the surrounding air, and eventually dissipated, taking along with it the mysterious formation and the handsome spirit.
As the spirit vanished, a plaintive cry echoed, “But… my grilled meat!”
With a serene smile, Carvelyn responded, “That, dear spirit, is my grilled meat.”
Sunisha displayed a look of apology. “This creature has been summoned from an unknown world only recently. He’s rather unique; even without the feast of heroic spirits, just a touch of magic is enough for him to sense.”
Sunisha explained that she and Carvelyn had been apart for nearly half a year. Now that they were finally together again, she wasn’t about to let a ravenous spirit steal their barbecue. She had spent a handsome sum of magical crystals to procure this prime Linsen Stag meat from an auction.
Carvelyn casually waved his hand, signaling it was no big deal.
After a brief pause, he jested with a smile, “The aura of this heroic spirit seems powerful. He hasn’t even shown himself, yet his imposing presence is palpable. Translating that into wizard terms, would he be of the formal wizard caliber?”
Speaking of the spirit’s appetite, Sunisha would probably have much to complain about. But when it came to its power, she beamed with satisfaction. “He’s a rare spirit from another world. We don’t yet know where exactly he hails from, but his strength is commendable. In the Wizarding World, he would easily rank at the ‘true knowledge’ level.”
Carvelyn’s eyes lit up. A ‘true knowledge’ level spirit was quite a rarity. Even though summoning such an otherworldly spirit would sap much of its strength, it would still retain the might comparable to a formal wizard.
“It’s astonishing,” Carvelyn remarked, “that in just a few short months, you’ve managed to acquire such a prized spirit. I had my reservations about you in the Novastar Competition, but with this spirit by your side, even emerging as the champion doesn’t seem too far-fetched.”
Sunisha shrugged, “Champion or not, I can’t even best you. Just swap your Divine Armor for the Spirit Banishing Mail, and my summoned spirit will be rendered powerless against you.”
As Sunisha spoke, her eyes trailed to the armor Carvelyn wore, envy evident in her gaze.
Carvelyn, ever nonchalant, and still savoring the delicious grilled meat, responded, “At the very least, you could sweep the floor with most apprentices out there.”
Sunisha shook her head in response, “Remember Angel?”
Carvelyn hesitated for a split second, “Of course, I remember. What about him?”
“You were unaware of his return to the Shepherd God’s clan. He’s in the Abyss… Alas, explaining would be tedious; I’ll just show you instead.” With a sigh, Sunisha retrieved a magazine from a flower entwined on her, handing it to Carvelyn.
Chewing down the last of her grilled meat, Carvelyn’s hands sparkled with the unique glow of a cleansing spell.
Only after her hands were pristine again did she take the magazine.
“—City Firefly’s Night Whisper—? Angel made it to the cover?” Carvelyn remarked, flipping through the magazine with a hint of astonishment.
Having read it, she furrowed her brows deeply, “Is this not some legendary fiction?” she questioned dubiously. “The content, filled with its roller-coaster highs and lows, is even more… ludicrous than fabled tales.”
Sunisha shook her head, “It’s true. I’ve heard that Lord Mengke visited the Savage Grottoes multiple times. Moreover, the chief editor of —City Firefly’s Night Whisper—, ‘Dawn of the Lasting Night’ Dietrich, personally annotated it, attesting to its accuracy.”
Sunisha exhaled deeply, “When I first encountered him in the Purification Garden, he was already formidable. I can’t even fathom his current strength. I believe, given my capabilities, I would certainly meet my doom against him.”
Looking at the reflective expression on Sunisha, Carvelyn pondered for a moment before offering, “Perhaps he’s just been fortunate?”
“Fortunate enough to befriend two gargantuan Abyss Dragons? To command the winds and rain in La Sutherland? To be marked by the Time Thief?” Sunisha countered, “If that’s merely luck, then perhaps he’s ‘fortunately’ become far more powerful than me.”
“I wish I were that lucky,” Sunisha whispered wistfully.
Suddenly, the previously dispersed mist gathered again, revealing a handsome spirit. “Meeting me is your stroke of luck!” he declared.
Sunisha swiftly severed all the magical energies emanating from her, eliciting a tormented cry from the gallant spirit before sending him back to the ethereal world of another plane.
Previously, due to Sunisha’s maintained magical connection, he could come and go as he pleased. Now, if he wished to return to the Wizarding World, he had to wait for the surge of magical energy that Sunisha would emit when creating a gourmet delicacy to pinpoint her location.
“Sigh, let’s not dwell on him.”
Casually grabbing a cup, Sunisha scooped up some stream water, taking a sip of the rich and mellow wine it transformed into, remarking, “Let’s make the most of it before the folks from the Candy House find us. Let’s drink up and then disappear.”
Carvelyn chuckled and joined Sunisha, savoring the exquisite drink. “This truly is Whiskey Mountain; such a robust flavor!” As Carvelyn sang praises, a faint rustling sound emerged from the distance.
“Damn, the Candy House crew is approaching! We need to move,” Sunisha exclaimed urgently.
But before they could make their exit, a plump head peeked out from the fragrant flower field. “I thought it was Tana sneaking in for a drink, but it’s you two.”
As Carvelyn and Sunisha turned to look, they saw a solitary figure whose features seemed somewhat familiar. Racking her brain, Sunisha hesitated, “I think I recall… Your name is… Alan?”
…
Whether Angel was acquainted with them or not, once the new edition of —City Firefly’s Night Whisper— was released, everyone was buzzing about him. This level of fervor, where nearly all the exceptional beings engaged in heated discussion, hadn’t been witnessed in the Southern Region for a long while.
In the alchemy community, Angel’s name was already weighty, but after a certain event, it spread like wildfire, reaching every nook and cranny of the Wizarding World.
Curiosity, admiration, envy, dissatisfaction… various voices erupted at this moment.
Of course, the majority was filled with speculation: wondering what Angel had experienced, pondering if he had concealed anything, and speculating about his current whereabouts.
Inside Initial Heart City, Sanders looked at a somewhat bewildered Angel and remarked, “I originally thought that after the publication of —Mirror—, its influence would gradually expand. To my surprise, Rivetta personally visited Wallace, paying a hefty price for the privilege of the first release.”
“However, this might be for the best. Whatever you did in the Abyss would eventually come to light. Instead of letting the attention Build Up slowly, better to let it Burst Forth all at once.”
Sanders paused momentarily, “By the way, I already encountered members of the Frost Moon Alliance when I was at Steampunk Theme Park.”
“They’ve already come looking?” Angel queried with astonishment.
Sanders nodded, “But don’t worry. Lord Mengke has returned to the Abyss. For now, the task of finding you has been delegated to others.”
For Sanders, anyone other than Mengke was easier to deal with. Moreover, with the Wilderness of Dreams as a point of contact, he could arrive at a moment’s notice.
In time, once Lord Mengke verifies the fall of the Demon God’s True Spirit, the attention on Angel will naturally wane.
Then, Angel won’t have to tread as carefully as he does now.
Chapter 1330 Follow-Up to the Sample Publication <TOC> Chapter 1332 Question About the Servant