Chapter 1997 Issue a Mission <TOC> Chapter 1999 Perception
Translator: SumTLMan
The character of the small tea party town is entirely a reflection of Liana’s personal style.
From the rose fragrance to the rose decorations, and even the occasional showers of rose petals, everything emphasizes Liana’s unique traits.
This makes sense, after all, as Liana is the organizer of this tea party. It’s perfectly fine for her to choose “roses” as the theme to construct this small tea party town since she’s the host.
However, relocating this rose town to the Wilderness of Dreams might be inappropriate.
It’s not that the Wilderness of Dreams can’t reflect Liana’s personal style, but adhering too strictly to personal experience, in Angel’s view, naturally limits the overall scope.
After all, Angel’s plan is to use this tea party as a starting point to gradually unveil the Wilderness of Dreams to the Wizarding World of the Southern Region.
In essence, the primary purpose of this tea party is to set the stage for the Wilderness of Dreams.
Once the scope is limited, unveiling the Wilderness of Dreams will inevitably become more complicated.
Therefore, if one were to literally transplant this small tea town to the Wilderness of Dreams, Angel internally resists the idea.
So, if not a direct relocation, how should it be designed to reflect both the grand scope and still honor Liana’s dignity?
Angel, sitting on a bench in a fountain garden paved with gravel, begins to ponder this question deeply.
However, as time passes, Angel spends most of the day thinking but still can’t come up with a perfect solution.
“Never mind, I’ll stop thinking about it for now and see when the time comes… At worst, after the design is completed, we can let Liana add some of her personal elements.”
Angel glanced at the time; half an hour had passed, and he figured that Babaya and Kudou must have finished tidying up. With that thought, Angel stood up, ready to leave the place.
As Angel was exiting the Fountain Garden, a burly man happened to be walking towards him from a distance.
They passed by each other without the man showing any reaction, while Angel turned to look at the man’s retreating figure.
Angel’s attention wasn’t due to sensing anything peculiar; rather, he was familiar with this person.
“Baruba…” Angel whispered the man’s name to himself.
Baruba was a peer who had entered the Savage Grottoes with Angel. His physical strength was naturally immense. He had been the true victor in the Nine Cabin Blood Duels, with no other gifted individual daring to challenge him, not even Hookedick.
Had nothing unexpected happened, Baruba would have risen to become a bloodline branch wizard apprentice, possibly even surpassing Nausica.
However, Baruba’s bloodline was both his making and his binding.
The wizard inheritance strictly prohibited passing on to beings from other worlds. Unfortunately, Baruba’s body contained half the blood of an otherworldly barbarian tribe. While half-breeds weren’t restricted, gaining the wizards’ recognition for such a mixed blood like Baruba was exceedingly difficult.
Baruba had a very tough time in the Savage Grottoes, almost becoming a substitute puppet.
Fortunately, after Liana took David as her disciple, Baruba became an employee at the Promi Alchemy Shop. His predicament improved slightly.
“I remember the alchemy shop’s doors in the underground market were closed. So, has Baruba also been conscripted to help build Tea Party Town?” Angel wondered.
Just as he was speculating, Baruba suddenly stopped in the distance, pulling out a piece of parchment from his pocket. After examining it several times, Baruba took out a scroll and placed it in his palm.
With a flicker of brown light, the scroll began to continuously release the elemental power of the earth from its side.
When the forces of the earth converged to a certain extent, Baruba began to intervene, transforming the intangible forces into tangible ones.
A thunderous sound was heard as the ground rapidly swelled under Baruba’s control, swiftly constructing the framework of a building based on grey stone.
In the blink of an eye, the framework solidified, and the semblance of a small chapel began to emerge.
Angel observed that Baruba was using the scroll to manipulate the earth’s forces to construct the building. Throughout his journey, Angel had witnessed similar scenes multiple times.
However, after constructing the tangible form, others would stop.
They were content with just outlining the basic structure. The remaining intricate details, fine carvings, and landscape designs were left to others.
It wasn’t that they couldn’t do it, but manipulating the earth’s forces for such delicate work was not easy.
However, Angel noticed that after Baruba constructed the outline of the chapel, he didn’t stop but continued to refine it delicately.
In just a few minutes, the rough outline was sculpted into a detailed form. At this point, it was actually sufficient; many mundane towns’ chapels were made this way.
But Baruba did not cease; he continued with subtle operations. The plain walls began to reveal beautiful thorn vine patterns, and layers of vibrant roses slowly bloomed under his hands.
Angel watched as a beautiful pure white chapel materialized out of nothing before his eyes.
After completing the chapel, Baruba even took out a scroll and drew a stained glass window.
Once the colorful window was perfectly affixed to the chapel, Baruba carefully inspected it and then nodded in satisfaction.
“The Rose Chapel is complete, and I’ve earned 1000 contribution points,” Baruba’s eyes twinkled with joy as 1000 contribution points could be converted into 10 complete magic crystals. And 10 magic crystals roughly equate to a third of his monthly salary.
He was elated to have earned 10 magic crystals in less than 20 minutes.
Unfortunately, such construction tasks are rare, and due to the tea party, they appeared more frequently, but were still scarce and highly sought after.
Baruba quickly secured the scroll, planning to return to the Mission Hall to hand over the task and possibly wait for another building assignment.
As Baruba was about to leave, a male voice reached his ears, “Your craftsmanship on this chapel is commendable, the patterns and decorations are seamlessly integrated, indicating your profound artistic foundation.”
Turning around, Baruba saw a red-haired, golden-eyed man standing next to him, his gaze fixed on the chapel in the distance.
When did he appear? Baruba was startled, having not sensed anyone approaching.
Facing this unknown and seemingly powerful stranger, Baruba didn’t intend to argue, he humbly replied, “I don’t understand art. I just built it according to the design plans. The real artist is the creator of those designs.”
He gestured to the design plans he had yet to put away.
“Even so, being able to perfectly replicate the design, down to the smallest detail, is a testament to your exceptional skill,” the stranger praised.
“Thank you for the compliment, but it might just be an exaggeration. I must go now to hand over my task,” Baruba, unsure of the red-haired man’s intentions, decided not to probe further. After all, securing more tasks was his priority.
However, just then, another voice reached his ears.
“I have some Construction Tasks here, are you interested?”