Chapter 310 Desolate Road and Bustling Town <TOC> Chapter 312 The Desolate Path
Translator: SumTLMan
At the time of deciding to create a composite spacial item, he had finished reading —Enchanting Compendium—Beginner’s Edition—, but the magic runes inside did not satisfy his needs, as passive effects could sometimes be monotonous. Later, he shifted his attention to the magic arrays in —Enchanting Compendium—Advanced Edition—.
What additional effect would be best for a spacial item? Angel had to make a choice before commencing the refinement process.
Offensive effects? No, embedding a constant attack magic array would be less effective than directly refining a weapon.
Defensive effects? Angel considered this option but eventually dismissed it, as once someone broke through the defense, the spacial item would be damaged, possibly leading to instability in the originally stable space. Therefore, it was better to refine separate defensive items.
He studied a plethora of magic arrays; some were too complex with numerous magic runes, making it difficult to succeed even with utmost care, while others were not suitable.
It was not until he read about “Boundless Silence” that his eyes lit up.
“Boundless Silence,” like “Prelude of Death,” was a magic array composed of six magic runes. Its properties were detailed in —Enchanting Compendium—Advanced Edition—.
—”Concealment and Obscurity.”
Concealment referred to hiding and masking.
Objects with the “Boundless Silence” effect could conceal their appearance, essentially becoming invisible. This alone made Angel’s internal balance tilt, as the spacial item would inevitably contain his most precious possessions. Concealing its exterior aligned with his preference for low-profile actions.
Moreover, “Boundless Silence” not only concealed the appearance but also masked the aura. Even formal wizards would struggle to detect objects with hidden auras, ensuring the secrecy and safety of the spacial item.
In addition to “Concealment,” “Boundless Silence” also had the “Obscurity” effect. Although “Obscurity” was included in “Concealment,” “Concealment” was considered a semi-passive effect, requiring minimal energy to maintain for a long time. In contrast, the “Obscurity” effect required the user to actively infuse energy, with its strength determined by the amount of energy infused.
Under the “Obscurity” effect, the user’s presence would be significantly weakened. When energy infusion reached its peak and the magic array was fully activated, the user would enter a hidden state, remaining undetectable as long as they maintained absolute silence.
Essentially, the “Boundless Silence” magic array was an auxiliary effect. For Angel, who disliked ostentation and favored a low profile, “Boundless Silence” could maximize the security of his spacial item and reduce his presence, preventing him from drawing attention.
Regrettably, this weakening of presence did not hinder the exchange of information between himself and the outside world. If someone deliberately tried to track him, he might be able to deceive the human eye by concealing his status. However, if they traced his pheromones or used prophetic magic to predict his location, he would still be exposed in the sunlight.
Returning to the point, Angel contemplated the effects of the “Boundless Silence” magical array, which were “Concealment and Obscurity.” How, then, should he “break through” the strange scene before him?
At that moment, a colorful carriage with dazzling multicolored lights suddenly appeared on the bustling street.
Five horses pulled the massive carriage, which had a stage on top. Men and women wearing extravagant costumes and velvet-feathered masks performed for the crowd on both sides of the street.
As they danced enthusiastically, they tossed feathers and flowers.
The bystanders cheered and eagerly picked up the fallen feathers and flowers, as if possessing them would bring the greatest happiness.
While Angel stared in amazement, the door to a nearby bakery suddenly opened with a creak, and a kind old woman came out with freshly baked bread. The delicious aroma made Angel’s stomach rumble. The old woman, seemingly hearing his hunger, approached him with a smile, holding the bread.
With each step she took, Angel felt increasingly uneasy.
Even… his scalp tingled.
Angel abruptly dodged and dashed to the other end of the street. The old woman said to a beggar, “So it was your stomach growling. I thought… never mind. Here, eat this. Don’t go hungry.”
Angel remembered the beggar, who was squatting behind where he had been standing.
Not until the old woman handed the bread to the beggar did Angel’s tingling sensation ease slightly.
“Could it be that my intuition is warning me not to accept anything from the townspeople?”
As Angel pondered, a milky-white calla lily, still adorned with glistening dewdrops, suddenly fell from the sky, landed on his shoulder, and rolled down his arm into his palm.
Angel realized that the flower in his hand had fallen from the stage on the moving carriage. He frowned, “That’s not right. I got something from them, but I don’t feel uneasy at all…”
As he contemplated, a sudden intense unease welled up from deep within his heart. Lifting his head slightly, he immediately noticed something strange.
When someone picked up a flower or a feather, others would look at them enviously. At that moment, he had accidentally picked up a calla lily, and the people in front of him were slowly turning their heads to see who had caught the flower.
It was at the moment they turned their heads that Angel’s sense of unease peaked!
“I get it now. My intuition isn’t telling me not to accept things from the townspeople. Rather… I shouldn’t be noticed by the townspeople!” Angel suddenly understood!
Each time, he only became alert when others were about to focus their attention on him. Just like the previous woman who took the bread, she heard his stomach rumble, turned her head towards him, and walked towards him… Huh, why didn’t she notice him then? Angel suddenly had a new doubt.
Angel thought of another possibility. When he entered this anomaly, he was holding a spatial bracelet with the effect of “Boundless Silence.”
Thus, he was also blessed with the effect of “Boundless Silence,” and he was actually “distanced” from the crowd, with his presence weakened.
The woman who took the bread heard his stomach growl, so she looked over. But in reality, she didn’t notice him at that time. His presence was infinitely weakened, and in the end, the woman thought it was the beggar behind him whose stomach was rumbling.
Now, as he held the calla lily, the flower had already destroyed his presence. As long as those people looked at the calla lily in his hand, they would inevitably notice him, and then… he would fail this test of the anomaly.
Understanding this, Angel threw the calla lily to the ground with lightning speed and retreated into the shadows of the building.
Sure enough, as he discarded the calla lily, the tingling sensation in his scalp vanished.
Angel vaguely understood that in this cheerful and laughing town, he must not attract anyone’s attention.
Although he understood the rules, Angel was worried about how to leave the anomaly.
“Forget it, let’s keep moving forward.” Angel noticed that the town was lively, but there was only one street, which also meant there was only one path.
This time, Angel carefully walked the road out of town without attracting anyone’s attention.
…
In the outside world, Angel’s eyes were still closed, and the “ring” in his hand was still glowing.
When the light dimmed slightly, one could see that this “ring” was actually an ancient bracelet. When the cold condensation spell ended, the bracelet began to emit a strange aura…
Angel was located in Laboratory No. 13 in another dimension, in the remote corner of the undulating mountain range southwest of the Flowing Source.
When Angel moved in, the Iron Armor Granny told him that there were no people within a hundred miles, and he could experiment without worry. Even if he caused any anomalies, the uneven terrain of the mountains would prevent people a hundred miles away from noticing this place.
This was true; there were indeed no other people within a hundred miles. However, “other people” did not include her.
Ten miles away from Laboratory No. 13 in another dimension, in a quiet mountain hollow, the majestic figure of Iron Armor Fortress stood silently.
Iron Armor Granny sat on the third-floor balcony of the fortress, leaning against a soft chair, smelling the clusters of evening mist flowers that resembled clouds and smoke planted on the balcony. She held an exquisite tea tray in one hand and a matching teacup in the other. The rose tea in the cup was still emitting wisps of white steam.
Taking a delicate sip of floral tea, Iron Armor Granny gazed at the azure sky, “Ah, another dull day. Why don’t the youngsters like it here? It’s so boring for these old bones of mine. They could at least come in and keep me company over tea.”
In Granny’s eyes, shadows seemed to float by – wizards who once had permanent laboratories at the Flowing Source. Unfortunately, they were no longer here.
As Iron Armor Granny reminisced, a gust of mountain wind blew from the distance, causing the iron shell of Iron Armor Fortress to clink.
The gusts of wind were like cascading waves, each higher and stronger than the last.
Towards the end, the mist enveloping the mountain hollow was blown apart, the miasma at the foot of the mountain was dispersed, and the evening mist flowers on the balcony were blown into the air. Purple, red, yellow, and white blossoms danced in the sky like dandelion seeds, drifting with the wind to distant places.
Even the silver threads coiled up in Iron Armor Granny’s hair were blown into disarray.
Iron Armor Granny let out an “oh” and placed her teacup on the saucer. With her other hand, she gathered her disheveled strands and looked southeast, right at the location of Laboratory No. 13.
That’s where the mountain winds originated.
“Ah, is that Angel? Hehe, such a talented youngster. He’s only been here a few days and has already created an intermediate-level alchemy item.” Iron Armor Granny stood up, her eyes sparkling with excitement: “Interesting, let’s see what this omen represents…”
Above Laboratory No. 13, clouds piled up and the sky was as blue as can be. Other than the continuous mountain winds, there seemed to be nothing unusual to the naked eye, let alone any omen. However, Iron Armor Granny was examining the scene very carefully.
After a while, Granny squinted her eyes: “A peculiar fluctuation, a concealed omen turning into a mountain wind, trying to blend into the forest… It appears to be a concealment-type item.”
“This youngster is quite clever, knowing when to keep a low profile. Sadly, mountain winds in the forest are common, but experienced hunters can easily detect the abnormality.” Iron Armor Granny sighed: “However, with Sanders doting on you, I suppose no hunter would dare target you, right?”
“Speaking of which, it’s strange how Sanders suddenly changed. Could it be Wallace’s influence?” Iron Armor Granny’s gaze left the omen and she began to ponder other matters.
Chapter 310 Desolate Road and Bustling Town <TOC> Chapter 312 The Desolate Path