Chapter 1417 The Distinction Between Souls <TOC> Chapter 1419 A New Mystery
Translator: SumTLMan
Who might the alchemist be? Frost glanced around, scanning each face in his vicinity, but none seemed to fit the bill.
Could it be a witch with a special affinity for souls? Frost’s gaze settled on Isabelle, whose demeanor seemed evasive.
Not her.
Frost then turned his attention to Sanders. Among those present, Sanders was another full-fledged wizard Frost took notice of — his abilities were commendable, and his sharp, piercing eyes, coupled with an air of arrogance, reminded Frost of the prodigies from the Source World.
Sanders met Frost’s gaze unflinchingly. After a few moments of mutual scrutiny, Frost shook his head. It wasn’t Sanders either.
That left only Kimberly.
Indeed, this woman exuded an aura brimming with mechanical intricacies, suggesting she might be an alchemist specializing in machinery.
Frost was somewhat taken aback — how could a mechanical alchemist craft something as harmonious as the Prelude of Reincarnation? Yet, for now, there seemed no other explanation.
Frost looked at Kimberly with an approving expression: a second level true knowledge wizard, capable of touching the mysterious realm — truly remarkable.
But how had she managed? After the failure of creating a Mysterious Object, how was she still unscathed?
Just as Frost was about to pose this question, Kimberly preemptively shook her head, “You’ve got it wrong. While I am an alchemist, I’ve only dabbled in alchemy for a short while and haven’t ventured into the mysterious realm.”
Her denial left Frost puzzled. If not her, then who could it be?
“Who are you referring to as the alchemist?” Frost turned to Isabella, “It isn’t you, is it?”
Isabella coldly turned her head away without responding.
After a moment of silence, Angel slowly raised his hand, “It’s me.”
Frost’s heartbeat skipped a beat, he quickly turned his head, “You? How is that possible?”
Even Frost’s usually calm and polite tone had now become somewhat sharp, reflecting his inner shock.
“It truly was Angel. He was crafting at Black Castle back then, we saw it with our own eyes.” Isabelle sighed softly, adding the information.
With eyes filled with astonishment, Frost looked at Angel, sizing him up once again. Before, he had only noticed Angel’s physical appearance, but he had not paid attention to the alchemical items on him.
A peculiar light shimmered in Frost’s eyes, capturing a plethora of details from Angel.
A hat, a basic alchemical item, but it had an attached purification field, barely passable.
Around his neck, there was a necklace with a common glass bead. It seemed to be an ordinary item, perhaps something that held sentimental value.
His clothing was ordinary, but the bracelet was a spatial tool, and it seemed to have the ability to decrease its wearer’s presence — a fine piece of alchemy that wouldn’t be out of place even in the Source World.
As for weapons, needless to say, it was the Prelude of Reincarnation.
Looking further down, even his shoes were alchemical items, likely designed for enhanced speed and flight — still exquisitely made.
Upon closer inspection, the number of alchemical items on him was quite extensive. Considering the wealth of an apprentice, this could be said to be extremely rich. Moreover, with the spatial bracelet, he must have hidden many more alchemical items.
With so many alchemical items at his disposal, if not for his vast wealth, there would essentially be only one conclusion: Angel is an alchemist.
Frost leans more towards the idea that Angel is an alchemist, as the alchemical creations on him, aside from his hat, are all traditionally enchanted alchemy. Even the Prelude of Reincarnation bears the traces of a magic formation.
It seems highly likely that he crafted the Prelude of Reincarnation.
As Frost came to this judgment, his gaze inadvertently drifted to Angel’s shoulder.
Hmm, did he overlook something?
Interesting, there’s a hidden cloak, and its effect appears to be the rare ability to shield against prophecies?
Moreover, there’s a familiar essence on it.
“Have you been marked by the Time Thief?” Frost queried, his brow furrowing.
Angel nodded, “While crafting a certain item…”
“Crafting that cloak, right?” Frost pointed at Angel’s shoulder.
Angel, surprised by Frost’s sharp eyes, admitted, “Indeed, this cloak is called Blood Night Sanctuary. When I was crafting it, in the Vision Space created by an alchemy omen, I saw a man sitting on a clock who introduced himself as Cassini.”
“It is indeed him.” Frost sighed and advised Angel, “The Time Thief is a highly powerful high-ranking wizard. While he might grant you certain favors, he will also take away your choices. If the right path is taken from you, you might forever wander outside the gate of truth. I sincerely suggest that if you encounter the Time Thief in the future, make your choices wisely and don’t be deceived by him. A single mistake could cost you your entire future.”
Although Frost’s words were directed at Angel, Sanders on the side also took heed, for he too had been marked by the Time Thief.
In the Southern Region, wizards generally welcomed the Time Thief with joy. His presence was rarely opposed; in fact, it was often celebrated. However, from the very beginning, Sanders held reservations about the Time Thief, echoing sentiments he had once shared with Angel. Now, hearing Frost, a potentially powerful wizard, express similar reservations, Sanders’s caution and resistance toward the Time Thief was only further affirmed.
After stating his piece, Frost chose not to elaborate further. The Time Thief was incredibly powerful, and discussing him too much might draw his attention.
While Frost felt a pang of emotion about Angel being marked by the Time Thief, he also understood that the Time Thief never branded someone without potential. The fact that Angel was marked implied that his potential was truly vast.
“Did you truly craft the ‘Prelude of Reincarnation’?” While Frost already had an inclination, he wanted to confirm the truth from Angel using a truth-discerning spell.
Angel nodded once more, “Yes.”
It’s true! Angel was speaking the truth!
Frost remained silent for a while, processing this revelation, before eventually asking, “Then why aren’t you affected?”
Angel, puzzled by Frost’s query, responded, “Why would there be a problem?”
Seeing the genuine confusion in Angel’s eyes, Frost sighed internally. This young man had no idea of the significance of the Mysterious Object, nor the Consequences of Failing in its creation. Had he really attempted to craft it so recklessly?
No wonder Isabelle had said earlier that even if this young man succeeded, he couldn’t preserve the Mysterious Object.
Such a naive lad!
Nevertheless, naive or not, he certainly was a lucky one.
With a hint of resignation, Frost explained to Angel, “Setting aside the Mysterious Objects naturally formed, when it comes to crafting such Mysterious Items, the realm and level involved are completely different dimensions compared to what ordinary alchemists touch upon. There are many secrets within, even touching upon certain profound truths.”
“To successfully craft such a Mysterious Object, it’s incredibly, incredibly, incredibly difficult.”
Frost emphasized the word “incredibly” three times, underscoring the challenge of creating such Mysterious Objects.
“As for how to craft these Mysterious Items or touch upon their mysterious domains, I’m not an alchemist, so I can’t provide a concrete answer… or perhaps, you’re more aware than I am,” Frost paused for a moment before adding, “But once you decide to take the step of crafting such a Mysterious Item, there’s no turning back. There are only two outcomes: success or failure.”
“Without considering the benefits, if you succeed in crafting, you won’t face any repercussions. Of course, it’s not entirely so, sometimes one might be backfired upon by the Mysterious Object itself, but right after the crafting, you are indeed safe.”
“But if your crafting fails, disaster will strike, and you might even vanish… or perish.” The alchemist Frost had once followed met such a fate, disappearing on the spot. No one knows whether they are alive or dead, or where they might have gone. Perhaps they’re eternally trapped within some Mysterious Omen, oblivious to their fate.
“So, I’m curious. Since the ‘Prelude of Reincarnation’ was crafted by you, why haven’t you faced any mishaps?” Frost briefly described the potential consequences of a failed crafting attempt, setting aside the mystery of how Angel, a mere apprentice, could touch upon such the mysterious realm. He simply wanted to know: how did Angel survive?
After hearing Frost’s words, Angel felt a jolt of shock, not realizing that crafting the ‘Prelude of Reincarnation’ was fraught with such peril.
Yet, upon reflection, it seemed he hadn’t suffered any disaster as Frost had described. Why was that?
Seeing the puzzled expression on Angel’s face, Frost already knew the answer. This fortunate greenhorn was blessed with luck, so much so that even he himself wasn’t aware of where that luck stemmed from.
“How about this? If it’s no trouble, would you be willing to share with me the process of your alchemy?”
When Angel was crafting the Prelude of Reincarnation, the Omen Signs he triggered were incredibly powerful. Almost everyone in Black Castle witnessed it, so it wasn’t much of a secret. He pondered for a moment and nodded, “Sure.”
He too was curious about the reason.
Instead of pressing Angel for an answer, Frost turned to Isabelle and said in a calm and courteous tone, “I might stay in Black Castle for a while longer. I hope that’s alright. Of course, I’ll still honor our previous agreement.”
Isabelle hesitated. Did Frost intend to reside temporarily in Black Castle?
Frost continued, “I’m a wizard who believes in Equivalent Exchange. During my stay in Black Castle, if you can afford the price, I’m open to any deals with you.”
A deal? Isabelle didn’t react much, but Sanders on the side seemed to have some thoughts. He furrowed his brows and sank deep into contemplation.
In the end, Isabelle agreed. She didn’t feel she had much choice given that she hadn’t yet fully grasped Frost’s capabilities. Faced with such a formidable wizard, the best she could do was avoid offending him.
After Isabelle’s consent, Frost turned to Angel and remarked, “It seems our conversation can continue. How about I conjure up a magical cottage and we discuss matters inside? Once there, I’ll prepare delicacies from various worlds as a token of hospitality.”
Chapter 1417 The Distinction Between Souls <TOC> Chapter 1419 A New Mystery