Chapter 2343 Capital of Art <TOC> Chapter 2345 Fullness
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Angel looked deeply at Fritz, his interest piqued by the man’s research.
However, Angel didn’t immediately speak to Fritz but instead approached Dangros.
Dangros seemed still lost in his own world, showing no reaction even as Angel drew near.
Observing Dangros’ addict-like demeanor, Angel couldn’t help but wonder to himself if it really was something addictive.
Angel summoned a pale blue Magic Hand, lifting Dangros from the ground.
Since Dangros was smeared with that fiery red liquid, the Magic Hand naturally came into contact with it upon touching Dangros.
The Magic Hand cast by Angel, being more sensitive to energy than Angel’s normal hands, detected a certain energy contained within the fiery red liquid.
Feeling the burning tingling sensation on the Magic Hand, Angel murmured, “This is… Quenching Fluid.”
Fritz, who was standing by and obviously recognized Angel, spoke with a slightly trembling voice, respectfully saying, “Yes, Dangros likes quenching fluid, so I, I helped apply it on him.”
Quenching fluid is a special kind of accelerant, typically carried by alchemy apprentices who lack the skill in controlling the temperature of flames compared to true alchemists and thus resort to using quenching fluid.
Seeing Angel silent, Fritz worriedly said, “My lord, is the quenching fluid bad for Dangros? I, I…”
Angel carefully observed Dangros.
Quenching fluid only serves to increase the temperature of flames, and since Dangros is a creature of fire, the quenching fluid shouldn’t harm it. At least, Angel didn’t feel anything wrong with Dangros for the time being. The only difference from before was its body temperature, which seemed higher than usual. Even without actively releasing flames, Dangros could ignite dry wood with the heat it emitted.
But that shouldn’t really affect anything, right?
Angel asked, “Did Dangros seek out Eniya to release you, just so you could apply quenching fluid on it?”
Fritz nodded, “Yes.”
Angel pondered for a moment, then said, “Then it should be fine.”
Although Dangros could occasionally be absent-minded, it wasn’t foolish. Since it actively sought Fritz, the quenching fluid likely wouldn’t affect it negatively and might even have a beneficial effect.
It just seemed that the effect was a bit off… Angel looked at Dangros, clearly “intoxicated,” and couldn’t help but shake his head and sigh.
Upon encountering Dangros still immersed in his reverie, Angel did not awaken him but instead turned his attention to Fritz, who appeared somewhat restrained and uneasy.
“I’ve heard from Drew that Dangros set ablaze a large portion of the palace and even burned down Cypress Street. Tell me, I want to know the specifics.”
Fritz, naturally not daring to refuse, recounted the situation in detail.
…
Half an hour later, Angel left the garden enclosed by high walls. In his hand, he held a thin scroll.
The scroll documented the potion formula for “Boiling Blood Red Water.”
Eniya had been by Angel’s side the whole time until they left the high-walled courtyard, then she curiously asked, “Is Fritz’s formula useful?”
Angel shrugged: “I don’t know.”
Eniya was taken aback. She saw Angel flipping through Fritz’s notebook and finally taking this formula with him, thinking it must be useful, only for Angel to answer… he didn’t know?
Seeing Eniya’s expression, wanting to ask but too embarrassed to do so, Angel gently laughed and said, “I indeed don’t know if this formula is of any use, but compared to the other formulas in Fritz’s notebook, this one has the highest probability of success.”
His reason for taking this formula was not out of covetousness but rather because it was awkward to refuse at the moment.
After discussing Dangros’ matter, Fritz took the initiative to seek advice from Angel on alchemy. Angel could see Fritz’s dedication to alchemy and eventually nodded in agreement.
Then Fritz handed over his notebook, hoping to get some guidance from Angel.
Angel flipped through the notebook, which was filled with Fritz’s wildly imaginative potion formulas. To Angel, many of the ideas were bold, but practically infeasible. This is a common flaw among those who haven’t systematically studied the essence of alchemy.
When putting down the notebook, Angel saw Fritz’s eyes filled with pride, a bit of modesty, and a dash of hope. He remained silent for two seconds.
Fritz, driven by passion, had devoted his life to the little hobby of potion-making. Angel really couldn’t bring himself to directly crush his spirits.
He also didn’t want to lie, so he started discussing “Boiling Blood Red Water,” offering his suggestions. At least some of the thoughts behind this potion were correct, and it had a certain chance of success. Moreover, Angel also quite agreed with Fritz’s idea about the Rockborn Liquid Gel.
After slightly praising the “Boiling Blood Red Water,” Fritz felt affirmed and happily handed the scroll to Angel.
Observing Fritz’s enthusiastic expression, Angel remained silent for a few seconds but ultimately accepted it.
Out of goodwill, before leaving, Angel couldn’t help but tap Fritz, giving him the opportunity to visit the Wizard Market to check out —The Foundation of Potion Studies—.” It’s uncertain, however, whether Fritz would take the advice to heart.
From Angel’s perspective on Fritz, Fritz did possess some talent; what he lacked was opportunity. If he could grasp the basics once more, perhaps relying on the “Boiling Blood Red Water,” he might be able to turn the tides against all odds… Of course, that’s an ideal scenario.
After hearing Angel’s words and recalling the previous conversation between Angel and Fritz, Eniya immediately understood the situation.
Eniya softly said, “My lord is indeed as gentle as Freud described.”
Angel raised an eyebrow, offering no comment.
Not long after leaving the high wall, Angel saw a group of guards dressed in fireproof cloth running towards the east.
Eniya said, “The palace over there probably has a fire rekindling. Alas, the weather has been quite dry these past few days, so it’s unavoidable.”
Angel stopped in his tracks, looking up at the clear night sky. “Dry air? I feel like the air is quite moist; it might even rain soon.”
Eniya looked skeptically at the sky and then at Angel. In her feeling, the air was so dry that her lips were nearly chapped, and yet this was considered moist?
While Eniya was puzzled, Angel stopped and said, “This is where we part ways; I’ll take Dangros and leave first.”
As his words fell, Angel smiled slightly, a faint light flickered under his feet, and his figure soared upwards, disappearing into the night sky.
Eniya bowed her head respectfully as she saw off Angel.
After Angel’s figure vanished, Eniya raised her head to look at the cloudless night sky, murmuring to herself, “How could it possibly rain in this weather…”
Eniya shook her head and turned to walk towards the high wall. However, she hadn’t taken many steps before she felt the sky darken, and the shadows illuminated by the moonlight on the ground began to fade gradually.
Looking up in confusion, she noticed that the clear night sky had disappeared, replaced by layers of dark clouds covering the stars and moon. The clouds churned continuously, as if a giant blower was operating wildly inside them.
Seconds later, amid the surprised cheers of the surrounding guards, Eniya felt a slight weight on her head, and her hair tips became moist.
A long-awaited heavy rain quietly fell.
…
Minutes later, Angel landed outside Star Lake Castle.
The pouring rain beat against the surface of Star Lake, continuously creating large ripples.
Walking along the lakeshore, Angel made his way to the castle. Upon entering the main gate, the protective purification field around him automatically dissipated.
Upon entering, the first sight that greeted Angel was Freud coming to meet him.
“Did you stay at the cavern?” Angel casually inquired.
Freud, with a smile, responded, “There’s no need to go to the cavern for now.”
Angel paused for a moment, casting a puzzled glance at Freud, then his gaze slowly wandered and finally settled on a corner of the hall.
A little girl in a blood-red long dress was floating above the dining table, her dark brown waterfall of hair growing longer and longer… until it surpassed the height of the little girl. These strands of hair, as if alive, twisted and turned into a nimble hand, directly knocking over the dessert in front of a maid at the table.
The maid let out a cry of dismay, angrily looking up at the little girl: “If you keep this up, I’m going to get angry!”
“Then get angry and see.” The little girl didn’t care in the slightest, even provocatively said.
“But, damn it!” The maid stood up: “I was celebrating for you, I specifically asked the chef to make this cake, and you don’t appreciate it!”
“Celebrating for me?” The little girl rolled her eyes: “Just you eating, eating, eating, while I watch from the side, is this your idea of celebrating for me?”
The maid’s expression flashed with embarrassment, hesitated for a moment, and said: “You can’t eat, can you? I, I was eating on your behalf.”
“I’ve never heard of celebrating by proxy before.”
The maid: “……, Regardless, you shouldn’t have knocked over the cake, the chef worked so hard on it.”
The little girl snorted coldly, completely disregarding the maid’s protest, continuing to manipulate her hair-turned-hand, constantly knocking over various foods on the table, infuriating the maid to the point of tears.
Angel, witnessing this scene, seemed to understand Freud’s implication: “Sunny succeeded as well?”
The little girl floating above the dining table was indeed Sunny.
Angel remembered, when he left the cavern to go to Saint Seim City, Sunny had not yet awakened. Unexpectedly, in just a few hours, Sunny had also emerged.
Freud nodded: “Just before, Sunny entered the final step. I was so nervous at the time, afraid that Sunny wouldn’t make it, but thankfully, Sunny pulled through.”
Now that Sunny had successfully grasped the art of Soul Trickery, Freud naturally had no reason to stay in the cavern.
Angel: “This is indeed good news, and Sunny’s control over the soul power is not bad either.”
As Angel and Freud conversed, they walked into the hall. However, even as they entered, the dispute between the little girl and the maid at the dining table did not cease.
Freud walked over to the maid, knocked on her forehead with displeasure: “Come out now.”
The maid pouted, huffed twice, and with a roll of her eyes, fainted to the ground. As the maid fainted, a cute little boy’s soul emerged from the top of her head, this soul was Alda.
Upon the knight’s assistance, the maid was escorted back to her quarters, while Freud, accompanied by the two youngsters, settled themselves neatly on a nearby couch.
Alda expressed his dissatisfaction, “It was clearly Sunny’s fault, yet you don’t blame her. Instead, you summon me. It took me a great effort to find someone who agreed to be possessed… Mr. Tyson, you’re biased.”
Feigning deafness to Alda’s complaint, it was Sunny who, on the side, couldn’t help but giggle, “Who else but you can enjoy food now?”
Internally, Freud commended Sunny for her wit, yet he maintained an impartial facade, “Stay here for the time being, especially you, Sunny. You’ve just learned the art of Soul Trickery and need some time to digest it. Also, stop bullying Alda. If I catch you at it again, you’ll join Raphaella in performing at the square for a fortnight!”
After ensuring the youngsters were settled, Freud approached the window where Angel stood, gazing at the drizzling rain outside.
“My lord, why haven’t I seen Dangros?”
Angel, still looking out, replied softly, “It should be arriving soon.”
No sooner had he spoken than a loud bang announced the door being thrust open.
A figure, a drenched pale, severed hand, appeared at the threshold. Shivering, it stepped inside, dispersing the moisture from its body.
“Dangros?” Freud exclaimed in surprise, “What are you doing outside?”
Dangros staggered in, shivering occasionally, “I… I don’t know how I ended up on the flower bed outside. Wasn’t I in the Ruby Garden…”
“Who knows?” Angel interjected, “Didn’t you come back on your own?”
Freud, puzzled by the situation, glanced between Dangros and Angel, trying to grasp the current state of affairs.
“Did I walk back here on my own?” Dangros murmured to himself.
Angel nodded, “Probably. Otherwise, why would you be here? Can’t you remember?”
Dangros mused, “Is that so? I remember being in the Ruby Garden, enjoying the comfortable quenching fluid. What happened after that… I seem to have forgotten.”
“Perhaps you grew tired of Saint Seim City and decided to return?” Angel offered an excuse for Dangros.
Dangros paused, then instinctively nodded, “Indeed, I grew somewhat weary. I wanted to…”
“Wanted what?” Freud inquired, curious.
Dangros hastily corrected himself, “Nothing, Mr. Pat is right. Aside from the quenching fluid, there’s nothing appealing in Saint Seim City. I decided to return on my own. I just didn’t expect to get caught in the rain. I despise the rain.”
As he spoke, Dangros unconsciously moved closer to Angel.
Before it could approach, a Magic Hand blocked its way.
“I heard from Drew that you’ve made quite a stir in Saint Seim City…”
Dangros stopped dead in its tracks, looking up to see Angel with a serious expression.
“I, I actually… It wasn’t my fault…”
Angel paid no heed to Dangros’s words, instead, the Magic Hand lifted Dangros and threw him into a nearby fireplace. “Do you think you’re completely blameless? Reflect on your actions here for a while.”
With that, Angel turned and walked away to sit down.
Freud said, “My lord, about Dangros…”
Angel replied, “Leave him be, let him come to his senses first.”
Whether it was throwing Dangros out into the flower bed to be drenched in the rain or into the fireplace, it was all part of Angel’s method to make him sober up. Although the incident in Saint Seim City was more Fritz’s fault, Dangros was not entirely blameless either. It was with this educational intent that Angel made such a decision.
Sage Magu would surely understand his painstaking efforts, right?