Chapter 1350 Return to Sky Mechanical City <TOC> Chapter 1352 Meeting Glen Again
Translator: SumTLMan
Near the main district of Sky Mechanical City stood an aristocratic manor surrounded by trees and flowers, an oasis amidst the steel and concrete jungle.
Suddenly, from the manor came a jubilant exclamation.
“Welcome home, Master! It’s been almost three years since your last visit. Number One has missed you dearly.” The manor’s magic eye butler did a twirl in the air, speaking in an overly theatrical voice.
Sanders nodded in acknowledgment.
“Who are these two?” Number One inquired, its red lights flickering.
Angel dispelled his illusion transformation, revealing his true face.
“Ah, young master Pat! Welcome back,” the once cautionary red light immediately transitioned to a welcoming green.
Angel gestured to Leon by his side, “This is my elder brother. He’ll be staying at the manor for a while.”
Number One, the epitome of politeness, nodded, “Understood. The guest has been granted temporary access. Welcome to the manor. I am the butler, Number One.”
Ever since Leon arrived in Sky Mechanical City, he’d been constantly astounded by its wonders. It took him a moment to snap out of his daze, eventually managing a, “Hello.”
Sanders instructed, “Number One, prepare the rooms.”
Without hesitation, Number One, following the directive of the highest authority, floated gracefully towards the manor’s interior.
Once Number One was out of sight, Sanders snapped his fingers. Instantly, the manor was enveloped in a shadowy illusion.
“After more than a dozen gazes were cast, including those from the two lords of Sky Mechanical City,” Sanders rubbed his throbbing temples and sighed, “It’s much like when I visited the Steampunk Theme Park, but back then your issue hadn’t fermented, so only a handful noticed me.”
Recently, whether it’s the widespread influence of the magazine —City Firefly’s Night Whisper— or the news from the Frost Moon Alliance itself, word had spread throughout Sky Mechanical City. Being the hub of the most magazine publications for wizards, they naturally made a big story out of this news.
Previously, it was in Sky Mechanical City where Angel first made a name and was reported by magazines. As a result, many magazines not only covered this topic but also dug up the past, creating a sensation.
Furthermore, with the Novastar Competition heating up recently and countless apprentices gathering in Sky Mechanical City, the news became the talk of the town.
In such an atmosphere, when Sanders appeared in Sky Mechanical City, he immediately attracted the attention of some formal wizards, all turning their eyes upon him.
This was precisely why Sanders set up an illusion to envelop the mansion.
“I estimate it won’t be long before the people from Frost Moon will come looking,” Sanders said, looking at Angel, “When you’re out, try to change your appearance often to avoid being targeted.”
Angel nodded with a hint of concern in his expression, “Do you think they’ve already discovered me?”
“Your illusion transformation spell uses nightmare power. Apart from the top realm individuals, the rest can’t see through your true appearance, so there’s no need to worry,” Sanders paused and continued, “Regarding those top realm individuals, I’ve communicated with them before. They won’t bother you.”
On the other side, Leon was a bit puzzled, not understanding what had happened to Angel. And what did Sanders mean when he said he had communicated with ‘them’ on the way when they hadn’t met anyone?
“I’ll handle other matters first, you two make yourselves at home,” Sanders walked a few steps, then as if remembering something, took out Popoca from the Gravity Garden, “As for him, it’s best if you keep him with you.”
While the Gravity Garden can fend off some prophetic glimpses, it’s no match for the prescient spells from the Observer level. According to the intel from Sanders, Frost Moon has already reached out to the Observers of Crown Star Church; thus, it might be best for Popoca to stay close to Angel.
With that, Sanders vanished into the depths of the illusionary domain.
Angel glanced at Popoca, “My bracelet might seem a tad small, but it should suffice for your insect nest research. Just ensure you don’t cause a ruckus.”
Left with no choice, Popoca found himself confined within the bracelet.
It wasn’t until the illusionary domain held just the two of them that Leon voiced his nagging questions.
“What was Lord Phantom Master alluding to about you? From the sounds of it, it seems many are searching for you?” Leon’s brow furrowed.
Leon’s question was soon answered.
By this point, they had left the manor and were in a secluded corner of the main city, with Leon clutching a magazine titled —Wizarding World Whispers—.
From its cover, to its main stories, subtitles, and over 80% of its content, the magazine detailed Angel’s exploits. It cataloged not just the recent Abyss incident but also other significant and minor events Angel had been involved in — as long as they were public knowledge.
After perusing it, Leon was profoundly shaken.
Though he’d previously heard tidbits about Angel’s accomplishments from Mentor Suis, what he knew had been conclusions drawn in hindsight. He was oblivious to the real struggles and hardships of the journey. Moreover, Angel was one to share joys, not burdens, never disclosing his tribulations.
While this magazine didn’t delve deep into the hardships, the occasional mentions were enough to send shivers down Leon’s spine.
In the haunting hush of Silent Hill, facing the relentless pursuit of the ‘Dusk Queen’ Isabella alone, making a daring escape from the life-threatening Purification Garden, and becoming arch-enemies with the Child of the Ocean, Jiebo…
Leon could barely fathom the ordeals Angel had endured. Just the events in the Southern Region alone were harrowing, but what was highlighted in bold red about the Abyss in the account left Leon truly disconcerted.
“Is everything recorded here true?”
Angel, noticing Leon’s hesitation and the complexity in his eyes, sighed deeply, “In truth… it wasn’t as hard as you might imagine.”
For Angel personally, his journey as a wizard was fairly smooth.
“These tabloid-style magazines capitalize on sensational headlines to capture the reader’s attention. How could they possibly know everyone’s entire story? Much of it is just rumors. For instance, Jiebo and I are not sworn enemies at all. Jiebo has a different nemesis.” As Angel finished, he noticed Leon’s expression was still quite serious.
While others might focus on outcomes, Leon, as an older brother, naturally cared about the journey.
“It doesn’t really matter what one has gone through; different people have different experiences and takeaways,” Angel remarked, “At least, looking at where I am now, things aren’t too bad.”
Leon understood that fretting over past perils was of no consequence now. However, reading the recorded events still made his heart race.
Leon chose not to probe further into the past, recognizing it might distress Angel.
Turning to the pages detailing the Abyss, he inquired, “Aren’t you worried about getting found out, having stirred up such a massive storm? Maybe we should head back?”
“If even my mentor trusts me out here, why should you worry?”
Let alone that he was currently in Sky Mechanical City where Sanders could assist at any moment. Moreover, Angel’s capabilities were sufficient to confront adversaries of a formal wizard’s caliber. If worst came to worst, he could always find an escape route.
Though Leon harbored some concerns, he couldn’t quite grasp the gravity of the situation regarding the Abyss. Ultimately, he was persuaded by Angel to join him on their outing.
Lost in thought about the magazine’s content, Leon remained oblivious to the shifting surroundings until Angel halted. Only then did he realize he stood before a towering steel skyscraper, so tall its peak vanished into the clouds.
“This is Sky Tower.”
Angel brought Leon to witness some apprentice battles.
Sky Tower serves as an esteemed platform to measure one’s prowess.
This Sky Tower, grander than the one in Savage Grottoes, reminded Leon of the mythical Tower of Babel Jon once spoke of. Standing at its base, one couldn’t help but feel insignificant in its shadow.
Like other Sky Towers, one could ascend to its upper echelons via a cable car.
However, viewing the high-level battles bore little fruit for Leon. Thus, Angel guided him straight into the first level.
Even on this ground floor, it buzzed with activity, mainly inhabited by the exceptional.
Having marveled at Sky Tower’s grandeur, Leon turned his attention to its denizens.
He’d always assumed that the residents of such an austere place as Sky Mechanical City would exhibit a uniform style. Yet, the past few hours vividly demonstrated how mistaken he was.
Quirky attires were just the tip of the iceberg.
Many sported supernatural enhancements or made flamboyant gestures, standing out in the diverse crowd.
Just like this very moment.
Clang, clang, clang——
A heavy resonance echoed from the distant square. The surrounding spectators cast their gazes, and a murmur coursed through the crowd: “It’s Chain Wielder, King Kexar!”
In their midst stood a figure, towering and more imposing than the average man — a being of extraordinary power. He exuded a somber aura, so palpable that it seemed almost visible to the naked eye. Chains wrapped him from head to toe, and at the end of these chains were shimmering, pitch-black iron balls, extending several meters behind him.
“Mere mortals, clear the path!” While the disturbance from Chain Wielder still lingered, sharp laughter pierced the air from another direction.
A regally dressed lady in a voluminous gown, her face partially concealed behind a tasseled golden fan, was seated atop a verdant giant. This giant, on bended knees, was slowly making its ascent toward Sky Tower.
From bystanders’ tales, Leon knew that this noblewoman, who controlled the giant, was a renowned competitor in Sky Tower.
However, her fame was mostly confined to the first five floors of the tower.
Beyond these two, Leon saw a multitude of extraordinary beings. And then, the riddle that had been troubling him finally became clear.
Why did White Bear always don a costume?
In retrospect, the white bear costume attire seemed quite mundane. Especially when compared to those with golden wings, those walking atop blossoming flowers, or those aglow with fireflies’ light — the white bear costume was decidedly underwhelming.
“So, this is the Wizarding World,” Leon mused.
Angel coughed softly, “It’s not exactly like that.”
Chapter 1350 Return to Sky Mechanical City <TOC> Chapter 1352 Meeting Glen Again