Chapter 1720 Hot Spring at the Bathhouse <TOC> Chapter 1722 Philosophical Debate Chamber
Translator: SumTLMan
Gloria murmured and complained for a good while before she finally stopped. “Speaking of which,” she began, “recently, within the witches’ circles, your Drama Shadow Box has become quite the rage. Liana mentioned that she had attended a fragrance appreciation gathering. Just a few days ago, they were discussing innovative scents, but now, the main topic has been sidetracked by the Drama Shadow Box you crafted.”
“What does a fragrance appreciation gathering have to do with the Drama Shadow Box?” Angel asked, puzzled.
“There’s no direct connection, but you crafted a performance titled —The Fairy Queen’s Growth Story—. One of the witches from the fragrance gathering got a hold of that Drama Shadow Box. She shared the performance at the gathering, leading to quite the buzz.”
—The Fairy Queen’s Growth Story— tells the story of a flower fairy who was born emitting an unpleasant Scent. It follows her journey in transforming her own aroma and her eventual crowning as the Fairy Queen — an inspirational tale.
This performance has been showcased across various continents in the Southern Region. It’s somewhat reminiscent of —The Ugly Duckling—. The playwright used this motivational story as a means to inspire the common folk not to lose hope. But in reality, it’s also a deceitful tool utilized by those in power to pacify the masses. After all, in this strict hierarchical society, one’s birth predetermines their fate. The so-called channels for upward mobility have essentially been snuffed out. But to gloss over this harsh truth, many such stories have emerged.
Had this drama been sold to someone else, the response might have been average. But it ended up with a witch from the fragrance gathering.
When the witches watched this performance, they weren’t drawn by its inspirational content, for they’re already at the pinnacle. What caught their attention… or rather, what they were smelling — was the scent of the flower fairy within.
To make his alchemical illusionary realm mirror reality, Angel naturally simulated even the fragrances.
In —The Fairy Queen’s Growth Story—, Angel recreated the flower fairy’s scent, which naturally garnered the adoration of the witches at the fragrance gathering.
“Speaking of which, many of them have been asking, what is the scent on the flower fairy in the drama? Where does it come from? Many alchemists who specialize in fragrances have tried to replicate it, but none have succeeded.” Gloria inquired curiously.
Angel responded earnestly, “The scent isn’t real; it’s a product of one’s consciousness…”
Before Angel could finish, Gloria interrupted, “People in the fragrance circle are well-versed in the study of olfaction. You don’t need to explain. I’m just curious about how you managed to simulate that captivating, seductive feminine scent?”
“It was simulated through the illusionary realm,” Angel responded, dodging the main point, which made Gloria even more suspicious.
Trying to change the subject, Angel coughed and said, “By the way, haven’t you been at the mansion lately? How do you know about the fragrance event?”
Raising an eyebrow, Gloria replied, “Don’t forget, we have communication devices and alchemical puppets. Even though I’m physically in the mansion, my consciousness travels the world.”
After a pause, Gloria continued, “You still haven’t answered me. Where did you simulate this scent from? Even if it’s from the illusionary realm, you must have had a reference, right?”
“Or is this a scent from some secret lover of yours…”
Quickly interrupting, Angel retorted, “Don’t make baseless assumptions. It’s just that the origin of this scent is somewhat unique.”
“What’s so special about it?” Gloria leaned in, even more intrigued.
After some contemplation, Angel hesitated but eventually revealed, “As I said at the beginning, the scent in the illusionary realm isn’t real. It’s simulated by an illusion stimulating the five senses. And the scent I simulated has its origin from the Abyss.”
“From the Abyss?”
Angel nodded, “The scent of the Fairy Queen transitions. One part of the aroma originates from a water-element Panaces Succubus, and the other emanates from the proprietor of a mysterious shop in the Abyss.”
——It’s indeed from the Resting Ground of Balalaika.
However, Angel didn’t utter her name. It wasn’t a taboo, but using someone else’s scent as an Easter egg in a drama always had this creepy connotation. Concerned about his image and not wanting rumors to spread, Angel chose to end the topic there.
Observing Angel’s evasive demeanor, Gloria teased with a sly smile, “So, the scent isn’t from a young lover, but a group of female demons. By the way, care to share the taste of the Panaces Succubus?”
Angel returned her query with an icy glare, not bothering to explain further.
“If the scents are from two Abyss demons, then it appears challenging for the alchemists at the fragrance appreciation gathering to recreate them,” Gloria remarked, shrugging. Instead of continuing her jest, she shifted to another topic, “Speaking of which, besides the Drama Shadow Box, there’s another hot topic concerning you.” Stretching languidly, her damp corset slightly slipped, revealing a tantalizing hint of allure. “The Frost Whip, that’s its name, right?”
Angel nodded, “If you’re referring to the weapon crafted for Hilary, then yes, that’s its name.”
“The name is as mundane as ever,” Gloria commented before continuing, “A few days ago, Hilary was testing the power of the long whip at the Bliss Pavilion. Once discovered, the buzz around this custom weapon has been consistently high. Rumor has it that even the Achillea Comprehensive College has held several consecutive classes analyzing the Frost Whip you crafted.”
Angel acknowledged with a nod, indifferent. Having witnessed Hilary testing the Frost Whip, he could roughly guess the subsequent uproar. He was slightly surprised that the topic persisted for so long without subsiding.
Soon, Gloria offered him an explanation, “The Frost Whip is still under investigation. However, another person who commissioned from you has remained remarkably discreet.”
“Onassis?”
Gloria nodded, “The customizations for the top three in the Novastar Competition are eyed by everyone, naturally garnering significant attention. Moreover, there have been multiple alchemy omens around you, drawing attention. With a bit of thought, one can deduce the inside story.”
“Everyone seems to know about the Infinite Battle Tower. Both Onassis and Hilary have received your alchemical creations. Hilary’s has been exposed, but Onassis’s has remained undisclosed, shrouded in secrecy.”
Angel commented, “The revelation of Hilary’s weapon was accidental. I believe she had not intended to expose it. Hence, not being able to get specifics on the matter is understandable.”
“But everyone is quite curious,” Gloria leaned slightly towards Angel, “including me.”
Angel responded, “Are you curious about what I crafted for Onassis?”
“And what you made for Shirley,” Gloria said with a playful smile. After all, these are creations that verge on high-rank, of which even Gloria has only a few. Naturally, she was curious.
Angel pondered for a moment, “As for what I made for Shirley, you’ll find out soon enough. Regarding Onassis… I don’t mind sharing.”
“What I crafted for him wasn’t a weapon, but rather… a Philosophical Debate Chamber.”
Chapter 1720 Hot Spring at the Bathhouse <TOC> Chapter 1722 Philosophical Debate Chamber