Chapter 1365 Fortune or Misfortune? <TOC> Chapter 1367 A Misunderstanding
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“Thank you for your guidance, Granny,” Angel said respectfully.
Though Fingernail Granny didn’t say much, mistaking his intent to use the Scroll of Fortune to craft a Mysterious Object, Angel could sense no malice in her caution. Her reluctance to share might stem from a matter she’d rather not bring up.
Fingernail Granny nodded, “Muse speaks highly of you. I trust Muse’s judgment.”
Angel paused, surprised to hear the name ‘Muse’ from Fingernail Granny. Muse, the director of the Research Institute, was someone he hadn’t met, yet Sanders had mentioned him in a similar context not long ago. And now, so did Fingernail Granny.
Soon, the puppet delivered the magic materials Angel requested.
Storing them in his bracelet, Angel strategically placed them near Popoca, then bid farewell to Fingernail Granny.
As he approached the exit, Bolie, who had stopped him earlier, blocked his way once more.
“Excuse me, sir, are you… the Illusion Music Box Magician?” Hope shimmered in Bolie’s eyes.
With a slight frown, Angel sidestepped her, “You’ve mistaken me for someone else.”
“I’m also studying enchantment, and I was inspired by you!” Bolie seemed convinced of Angel’s identity, hastening to catch up with him.
Ignoring her, Angel continued towards the exit.
“I truly admire your philosophy!”
Angel thought, “…” What philosophy? This is news to me.
“After mastering the foundational tricks of alchemy and skilfully operating all sorts of experimental tools, including those newly developed by the research institute, I’m confident in my abilities,” Bolie voiced passionately, chasing after Angel as they left Fingernail Alchemy House. Her pleading voice trailed off, yet still audible to those inside, “Could I possibly study alongside you, sir? Even if it’s just to clear up the remnants?”
“I can learn anything!”
Inside Fingernail Alchemy House, Bolie’s voice began to fade. Louis, who had been standing beside her, flashed a look of hesitation in his eyes.
Upon learning of Angel’s identity, he too had the urge to pursue like Bolie. Although his specialty was concoctions, the prospect of learning from an alchemist who had touched the mysterious realm was tantalizing.
Yet, pride held Louis back.
He could only watch, regretfully, as the opportunity slipped through his fingers.
Outside Fingernail Alchemy House, Angel rendezvoused with Nausica, preparing to head towards the Bliss Pavilion.
“What’s the matter?” Nausica glanced at the young apprentice trailing about ten meters behind them. “How do you manage to pick up a tail even when just buying materials?”
Without turning, Angel knew Bolie was behind him. To him, she was a stranger. He didn’t bask in her admiration, nor did he find her bothersome — at most, her persistent approach was mildly irritating.
Angel had considered asking Bolie to stop following. Her shouts risked revealing his identity. While he wasn’t intent on staying completely incognito, he didn’t wish to openly announce his status either.
Yet, Bolie was intuitive. Without a word from Angel, once they were out of the vicinity of Fingernail Alchemy House, she silenced herself, maintaining a respectful distance.
Given that the street was public, Angel couldn’t exactly force her to change direction.
In the end, it became the situation we now observe from a distance.
“No need to mind her,” Angel briefly narrated the scenario at Fingernail Alchemy House.
Upon hearing this, Nausica raised an eyebrow without uttering a word. Yet, she couldn’t help but internally draw a comparison. A simple visit by Angel to the alchemy house always attracts alchemists vying to assist him for free, indicating the magnitude of his reputation. One can tell from the flamboyant attire that this is an alchemist from Sky Mechanical City. Even a mere alchemy apprentice is a sought-after figure in many wizard organizations.
Reflecting on her own circumstances, Nausica recalled her recent advancement battle in Infinite Battle Tower. The total audience was fewer than twenty, with Angel and Coral only attending out of camaraderie.
A sigh escaped Nausica’s inner thoughts.
Leon, however, couldn’t grasp the intricacies and curiously inquired, “I’ve noticed you often practice alchemy without an assistant. Perhaps you could consider her?”
Setting aside the invaluable nature of knowledge, Angel harbors many secrets. He wouldn’t appoint a stranger as his aide.
By the time Angel was explaining, they had arrived at the bustling heart of Monsignor Magic Material Street.
Countless individuals, each flaunting their unique personalities and quirks, congregated in the vicinity.
“Most are competitors in the Novastar Competition,” Nausica remarked. “Nearby is the largest alchemy trading market. Both mineralogy and potion alchemy products are immensely valuable in the competition, making this area the most populated.”
Pausing for a moment, Nausica continued, “Angel, are you planning to explore the market?”
Angel did have a budding interest in this alchemy trading market. However, he wasn’t currently lacking alchemy materials, even possessing some of the rarer ones. He even carried the body of a Demon God’s Avatar in his bracelet.
After pondering a moment, he still gave a slight shake of his head, “Perhaps another time.”
Nausica didn’t say much either. They intended to bypass the trading market altogether. But as Angel passed the entrance of the market, he felt an unsettling sensation, as if a piercing gaze was fixated on him.
Angel, taken aback, turned around and first noticed Bolie not far away.
Spotting Angel’s attention, a glimmer of hope sparked in Bolie’s eyes. She wondered if Angel wanted to converse or perhaps offer her a role as his assistant. With that thought, she briskly started to approach him.
However, after only a couple of steps, Bolie saw a flicker of surprise in Angel’s eyes, and his brow furrowed.
Most crucially, Bolie realized that while Angel’s gaze was directed towards her, the focal point of his attention wasn’t on her at all.
Perhaps behind her?
With slight hesitation, Bolie turned around.
Right behind her stood the grand entrance to the alchemy market, bustling with participants of the Novastar Competition. The crowd was so thick; people were almost tripping over each other.
However, Bolie’s attention wasn’t on the bustling crowd but on two individuals standing at the market’s entrance.
Even amid the peculiarly dressed crowd, only these two caught Bolie’s attention.
They were the only ones standing still, emanating an aura distinct from everyone around.
Both looked frail. One of them was incredibly handsome, but his gaunt expression and malnourished frame painted a picture of utter desolation.
Another man was also strikingly frail, looking as if a gust of wind could sweep him away, his pallor so extreme that his skin seemed to lack all color, reminiscent of a delicate porcelain figurine vulnerable to the elements.
For some reason, as Bolie gazed at these two, especially the emaciated one, a flicker of recognition danced in her mind.
Yet, Bolie didn’t dwell on it. Her attention was riveted on the fragile-looking man, noticing his intense, almost feverish gaze fixed on Angel.
His stare was scorching, like someone beholding a rare treasure, with caution and profound reverence.
When Bolie turned her gaze back to Angel, she found Angel reciprocating the man’s stare. But unlike the sparkle of joy in the frail man’s eyes, Angel’s bore a colder edge.
Who were they? And why did they seem to be familiar with Angel?
Feeling sandwiched between these intense glances, Bolie felt a twinge of unease. The stride she was about to take toward Angel was halted in its tracks.
Moments later, amidst a clash of fiery and frosty glares, Bolie discreetly withdrew to the sidelines, quietly observing the unfolding drama.
Angel’s odd behavior also piqued the curiosity of Nausica.
Following the direction of Angel’s gaze, she inquired, “Do you know those people over there?”
Angel remained silent, and as Nausica posed her question, the frail-looking youth began approaching him.
By the time he stood before Angel, the fervor in his gaze was unmistakable.
Nausica’s brows knitted in mild consternation.
Angel and the frail youth remained in a tense, silent standoff until another slightly haggard-looking youth broke the silence, “Winchester, what brings you here? Do you know these apprentices?”
A youth, feeble and pale, was none other than Winchester from the Frost Moon Alliance. The one inquiring was naturally the alchemist who accompanied him to Sky Mechanical City——Bruen, known as the “Brown Sugar Servant.”
Winchester, opening his mouth to respond, instead spat out blood.
The blood splashed on the ground, transforming into blazing magma, scorching several small holes into the smooth pathway.
Bruen cast a distasteful glance at Winchester, “Didn’t you just drink the Blood Coagulation Potion? Why are you spewing blood again?”
Winchester replied, “The potion’s effects are wearing off. I can sustain for an hour at best. Isn’t the reason I joined you to refine this potion?”
Bruen instinctively stepped back. He wasn’t particularly bothered about Winchester’s bleeding, but he knew that Winchester, wary of adversaries using his blood against him, always ensured it turned into high-temperature magma upon contact with the ground.
Bruen, still cursed with a lingering doom curse, had multiple accidents where Winchester’s blood landed on him.
Having been burned multiple times recently, Bruen’s first reaction upon seeing Winchester bleed was to retreat.
“Turn away when you talk,” Bruen stepped back further, “Now, answer what I asked earlier. Why are you here?”
At that moment, Winchester ignored Bruen and gazed intently at Angel, “There’s a familiar, yet captivating energy emanating from you.”
Winchester’s eyes trailed off Angel’s unfamiliar face, finally resting on the lobe of Angel’s left ear.
Chapter 1365 Fortune or Misfortune? <TOC> Chapter 1367 A Misunderstanding