Chapter 1347 Phantasmal Limb Spell <TOC> Chapter 1349 Destination: Gloriosa Kingdom
Translator: SumTLMan
Though the conception of the Phantasmal Limb was expedited with the blessings of the World Will, Sanders was acutely aware that such favors were fundamentally grounded in the wizard’s own wealth of knowledge.
Thus, even without relying on the rewards of the World Will, Angel, with his power, would likely create it in a relatively short span.
Setting aside the earlier spatial displacement for a moment, when it comes to just the Phantasmal Limb, Sanders was profoundly impressed by Angel’s attention to detail.
Many nuances in daily life could potentially sow the seeds for a New Spell.
Observing these nuances is fundamental for every wizard. Even Sanders, now a wizard of true knowledge, would occasionally immerse himself in memories, scrutinizing details he once overlooked.
The topic of combat concluded, and the so-called strength assessment was something Sanders brought up with enthusiasm only to gently set aside after brief discussion.
With a glint of curiosity, Sanders broached another subject, “Every created spell, regardless of whether you wish to share it publicly, you likely have an internal designation for it — including its name, level, scope of application, foundational learning, and so on. How have you positioned these two new spells of yours?”
Angel responded, “The Phantasmal Limb? I call it the ‘Phantasmal Limb Spell’. Its complexity is moderate, but it places rigorous demands on the physical body. If infused with a bloodline, a second level apprentice could learn it. However, a foundational understanding of illusion spells is requisite.”
“As for the other ‘gateway’,” Angel paused thoughtfully for a moment before continuing, “Let’s tentatively name it the ‘Spatial Gateway’. Its design is rather intricate, and both its applicability and foundational learning need further determination.”
Sanders raised an eyebrow, “Tentatively? It seems you still have unresolved considerations about this spell, don’t you?”
Angel nodded thoughtfully, “The energy consumption of the Spatial Gateway is extraordinarily high. Given my current magic energy reserves, I can’t finalize its research. Hence, it remains provisional.”
Though he framed it as such, the primary reason for the interim status was that the effects of the “special energy” were yet to be realized. Therefore, a comprehensive definition couldn’t be established yet.
Sanders eyed Angel keenly. Although he found Angel’s explanation a bit evasive, he grudgingly accepted it.
“Regardless, both these spells are invaluable to you,” Sanders remarked with a sigh, “As your mentor, it warms my heart to witness your growth.”
The topic paused there.
…
Over the next period, Sanders was engrossed in fortifying Jon’s physical body, until the fourth day.
At that time, Angel, atop the Cloud Soil, was experimenting with new applications for the Phantasmal Limb.
An unexpected downpour began, accompanied by gusty winds from the distant mountains. The moist mist quickly enveloped Grud Town in a hazy embrace.
Angel withdrew the softly glowing Phantasmal Limb that surrounded him.
The sudden rain wasn’t an obstacle for Angel’s experiments. He paused because he heard the distant sound of horse hooves, a sound he hadn’t heard in a long time.
Standing next to the Demeter, Angel’s gaze shifted to the entrance of the mansion. When he recognized the newcomer, an expression of puzzlement crossed his face.
“Why would he be here?” Angel watched as the visitor entered the mansion and was escorted by the butler into the castle.
Lost in his thoughts, Angel suddenly heard a familiar murmur from behind.
He cast a glance over his shoulder, only to discover that Sanders had, at some unknown point, materialized atop the Cloud Soil. While the incessant drizzle fell upon him, it never dampened his garments. Every raindrop, when nearing Sanders, seemed to transmute from liquid to solid, transforming into crystalline beads that glided off his attire.
“Jon’s situation has stabilized for now. The persisting challenges remain the same as before,” Sanders paused momentarily, “As for the Rune Literature, I’ll keep an eye out. Regarding manpower… do your best to enhance your abilities. Surely, you wouldn’t wish for another wizard of true knowledge to aid Jon.”
Angel nodded, “I understand.”
“Most matters here have been addressed; we should prepare to depart,” Sanders glanced at the rain-obscured clouds, “Once this rain ceases, we’ll set off.”
Their intended departure had already been predetermined.
Their next destination was Black Castle, in search of Gloria. This journey was for Toby’s sake, as well as to fulfill a promise, reuniting Popoca with his younger sister, Sparrow Blossom.
The reason Sanders wanted to wait out the rain was actually to afford Angel some preparation time.
Or more accurately, time for Leon.
Sanders leisurely leaned against the Demeter, unfazed by the pouring rain, and ventured into the Wilderness of Dreams.
After a moment of contemplation, Angel descended from the Cloud Soil and entered the grand hall.
Upon entering, Angel saw Leon discussing something with Butler Torino. Beside the steward stood a previous visitor.
Upon spotting Angel, the man’s eyes gleamed with fervor as he bowed, murmuring, “Honorable transcendent.”
Angel silently met his gaze.
There stood a dashing young man, adorned in a vest, trousers, and leather shoes, shielded by a coffee-hued plaid trench coat. Atop his head once sat a deerstalker hat… but out of respect for Angel, it now rested against his chest.
His attire was impeccable, exuding an aura of a young scholar. Yet, merely a month ago, he appeared destitute, almost disheveled — a stark contrast to his present image.
“Richard Kaf,” Angel murmured his name. A private investigator of repute, it was thanks to him that Rolando was so effortlessly discovered.
Angel cast a brief glance at Leon, who promptly understood. Signaling Butler Torino to attend to Richard, Leon approached Angel.
“Why have you summoned Richard? Has some mystery befallen Grud Town?” Angel inquired, perplexed. Surely, if something were wrong, Uncle George would have it well in hand; there was no need to seek out a private detective from Watford, was there?
“No cases,” Leon clarified, “He approached us, seeking employment within the manor.”
Following the unfortunate incident involving Eureka, many of the manor’s servants perished. Even the agricultural fields and tea gardens lay abandoned. Spring approached, and with it, a pressing need for hands. After consulting with Leon, Butler Torino decided to recruit a batch of servants from Watford.
And so, Richard came knocking.
“Typically, hiring servants requires formal contracts of servitude. But Richard only sought employment. Given his past assistance and some tests I subjected him to, coupled with his knowledge about the transcendents, I agreed. He signed a standard servant’s contract,” Leon paused, searching Angel’s face, “If you find this arrangement unsatisfactory…”
Angel waved dismissively, “I have no objections. If he seeks to pledge his loyalty, let’s employ him.”
Angel and Richard had a fleeting encounter, but the impression was rather favorable, and indeed, Richard proved to be a promising talent.
“It’s heartening to hear,” Leon began, “I’ve put him through his paces and found his aptitude for personnel management quite impressive. I’ve paired him with Butler Torino, confident that he’ll be suitably mentored.”
“Richard’s matter is minor,” Angel said, locking eyes with Leon, “I’ve come because of another affair. My mentor has emerged from his retreat. All things being equal, once the rain subsides, we will depart.”
Angel’s insinuations were clear, and Leon realized it was time for a response.
During these days, Leon had been introspectively weighing his options. After much deliberation, he had crystallized his decision.
“Very well,” Leon acknowledged, “All preparations for the ceremony have been made, awaiting your arrival.”
To Leon’s response, Angel expressed no surprise, inquiring, “What of the estate?”
“It’s been entrusted to the Torino steward,” Leon explained briefly, “With Richard assisting, I’m quite at ease.” He paused, “Moreover, when White Bear visited, I entreated him to oversee the estate in his spare time, to which he acquiesced.”
Had this been Leon of two months prior, he likely would’ve declined. For him, responsibility was paramount, and the subjects of his domain represented an inalienable duty.
However, the Eureka incident profoundly shook him.
The death of Head Maid Mana and other close servants made Leon realize the harsh truth: without sufficient personal strength, he’d remain powerless, a mere spectator to the suffering and demise of his subjects.
Leon harbored intentions of self-enhancement. Moreover, he yearned to witness the vast expanse of the world firsthand.
Thus, Angel’s proposition to depart together seemed like a natural progression of events.
Leon claimed he had made all the necessary preparations for the journey and was just awaiting departure. Yet, given the abrupt nature of this departure and the uncertainty of their return, he felt compelled to urgently address certain matters concerning the estate.
As Leon hurriedly completed these Matters Before Departure, Angel retreated to his own chamber.
Within a small alcove of his room, Angel discovered Popoca, utterly engrossed and lost within an insect nest.
“Angel?” A flash of surprise passed through Popoca’s eyes. “What brings you here?”
Pausing for a moment, before Angel could respond, Popoca, brimming with excitement, blurted out, “You’re here at just the right time! I believe the Worm Mother has entered a unique phase of energy storing egg production!”
Angel had initially intended to inform Popoca of their impending departure from the estate. However, Popoca’s revelation had piqued his curiosity.
“Energy storing egg production?” Angel echoed with astonishment. “Is it the special reproductive state mentioned in Iscariot’s manuscript?”
Popoca nodded vigorously, “Exactly!”
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