Chapter 325 Closing the Passage <TOC> Chapter 327 Watcher of the Nightmare Domain
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Regardless, free things always appealed to people the most. Even though he was disgusted at heart, his hands were quick, and he soon donned the plaid coat.
The black and white plaid coat automatically clung to his body when he put it on, allowing for unrestricted movement.
Angel erected an ice wall to examine himself through its reflection. Although he didn’t like the color, the coat looked quite good on him. However, it gave off a villainous “Bizarre Count” vibe from a fairytale.
“It suits you well, but you’re missing a hat,” Sanders said. Soon after, Daedweia stiffened and took out a pure black top hat from his spatial ring, handing it to Angel.
The black top hat had two disks embedded in it, which also bore the same eerie smile as the buttons. One glance at the design revealed that the hat and coat were part of the same set.
Daedweia awkwardly smiled at Sanders, “If it weren’t for Lord Phantom Master’s reminder, I wouldn’t have even noticed that it came with a hat, haha.”
Angel was already speechless about the appearance and design. Since he was already wearing the “Bizarre Count” outfit, adding a hat wouldn’t make much of a difference.
After taking the hat, Angel discovered the hat’s secret: it contained a level three trick called Purification Field.
The Purification Field was an upgraded version of the Purification spell. Within its range, it repelled dust, germs, and maintained a stable temperature. It was the most common and mainstream trick incorporated into clothing.
Just with the Purification Field alone, the hat was more valuable than the coat. No wonder Daedweia didn’t mention it at first and only reluctantly took it out after Sanders’ “reminder.”
“Thank you, Lord Azure Lion. With this equipment, I’ll have a better chance at closing the women’s bathhouse passage,” Angel gratefully smiled at Daedweia.
Daedweia’s gaze was complicated, and after a long pause, he nodded, “As long as Twilight can recover quickly, everything else… let’s just forget about it.”
Angel paused, realizing that Daedweia’s words implied he didn’t intend to pursue the matter of Twilight Auction any further.
“Thank you, I’ll do my best to complete my mission,” Angel bowed his head.
Since Daedweia couldn’t be parasitized, he needed to cooperate with Sanders to divert the attention of the Frog singer and Fox harpist at Twilight Auction House. In the meantime, Sanders and Daedweia began discussing specific strategies.
As the mentors conversed, Angel quietly stored the magic rune parchment in his spatial bracelet and removed a small bag hanging from his waist, placing it in his palm.
On the other side, Toby was observing Angel’s new clothes, circling around him several times, flapping its wings and gesturing to Angel while making a few chirping sounds.
Toby’s intention was clear: he wanted a matching outfit.
Angel stroked Toby’s feathers, “Once we return to the Savage Grottoes, I’ll make one for you when I have time.”
As an alchemist, he couldn’t possibly spend his life refining only a few types of items. He also planned to dabble in tailoring, making a coat for Toby as practice. After all, Toby only cared about the appearance, so ordinary fabric would suffice.
Satisfied with Angel’s response, Toby happily perched on the tip of his hat. In no time, Toby had made a small indentation on the hat’s top, making it more comfortable to squat.
About half an hour later, the conversation on Sanders’ side ended, and the three walked out of the mansion in single file.
As they passed the hall, Angel noticed that several dozen people had gathered there. Some were floating, others sitting or leaning against the wall in contemplation. These were the wizards from the three major families who had recently been freed from parasitic constraints by Sanders. Some hadn’t even changed out of their bright clown costumes yet.
The crowd was silent in the hall, mostly due to the embarrassment caused by the parasitic madness. Upon seeing Sanders emerge, they couldn’t meet his gaze and silently hung their heads.
Daedweia approached the crowd, “We’ll deal with the mist issue shortly. In the meantime, don’t leave. Under the leadership of Hannibal, the Amber Dragonwing family head, study the strategies for dealing with the aftermath. Discuss how to restore Twilight’s prosperity and explain this incident.”
“You’ve all felt that the power and reaction time of the parasites have increased to varying extents, which for most wizards, presents an opportunity. You can use this to explain the mist incident. I hope that when we return, a specific solution will have been proposed.”
None of the wizards in the hall had stepped onto the path of true knowledge. Therefore, once they left the mansion, they would undoubtedly be targeted by parasites, so they had no choice but to wait in the mansion. To alleviate their awkwardness, Daedweia decided to entrust them with the task of “post-incident rebuilding.”
After finishing, the three left the mansion.
Not long after their departure, the hall buzzed with discussions led by Hannibal Barca about regaining customers’ trust. No longer needing to engage in forced conversation, the atmosphere became much livelier once everyone had a common goal.
As the lively discussion ensued, Twilight stood up and whispered, “I feel stuffy. I’m going to the balcony for some fresh air.”
Hannibal Barca gave her a deep look and sneered, “Be careful not to get lost in the thick fog outside.”
Twilight stepped onto the balcony and watched the three people walking towards the mist. Her eyes darkened as she stared at the young man in the black and white checkered coat, her lips curling up into a cold smile.
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Outside the mansion, in the mist.
As the three were about to part ways, Angel approached Daedweia and handed him a bag clenched in his palm.
Daedweia glanced at the unremarkable bag and could sense the contents without looking. He knew what was inside.
Sanders stopped and asked, “When you were loading the magic rune scrolls earlier, I noticed that you had crafted a spatial item?”
Angel nodded, “If it weren’t for the guidance of my mentor, I wouldn’t have been able to collect so many Crystal Wall Microbes.”
Sanders smiled without speaking, his gaze towards Angel growing more fervent. When he was constructing his magic garden, he had collected many Crystal Wall Microbes as well. He had been worried about whether to sell them directly or not, but Angel had given him a pleasant surprise.
Crystal Wall Microbes were indeed expensive, but spatial items were even more valuable, sometimes even ten or a hundred times more so.
Since Angel could craft spatial items, there was no need to waste the Crystal Wall Microbes. With this thought, Sanders’ lips revealed a profound smile.
Daedweia understood Sanders’ mood as well. He was envious! Twilight had Crystal Wall Microbes too, but no alchemist who could craft spatial items!
Unfortunately, Angel’s relationship with Twilight was somewhat distant. Otherwise… Daedweia squinted his eyes: being distant didn’t matter, they could gradually mend their relationship. A genius alchemist shouldn’t be killed over minor mistakes, as that wouldn’t help Twilight prosper.
Daedweia secretly decided that after this matter, he would discuss with Twilight about letting go of their hatred temporarily. After all, with Sanders as his backing, it wouldn’t be easy to harm Angel.
Although the little lioness had died in the fog incident, her soul was later retrieved by Sanders from the auction house’s interior. While her strength was slightly diminished, it wasn’t impossible to recover.
Regular auctions weren’t as grand as the major ones. If the daily turnover exceeded ten thousand, it would already be a blessing. Therefore, although the auction had been paused for a few days, the overall loss wasn’t as significant as imagined.
With acceptable losses, Daedweia naturally began to consider long-term matters. Angel’s current alchemy skills were already impressive, and the items he made could even be the finale at auctions. For Twilight, the benefits of being on good terms with Angel were far more significant than alienating him.
The wizarding world itself judged people by their interests, so Daedweia’s change of heart was normal. He still didn’t like Angel, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t cooperate with him.
As Daedweia pondered, Angel opened the bag and said, “Here are five spatial necklaces, categorized by color. I’ve named them Ink Butterfly Heart, Gray Butterfly Heart, White Butterfly Heart, Orange Butterfly Heart, and Pink Butterfly Heart.”
“Except for the Ink Butterfly Heart, which has an internal space of only 3 cubic meters, the other four Butterfly Hearts have reached 5 cubic meters each.”
Angel said, handing the bag to Daedweia, “The combined value of these five spatial necklaces should be 100,000 magic crystals. Consider it repaying the debt I owed to Twilight.”
Daedweia took the bag, using his mental power to sense its contents. Indeed, as Angel had stated, there was no discrepancy in the data.
The total value of these five spatial necklaces had already surpassed 100,000 magic crystals. Daedweia thought for a moment and took out the “Ink Butterfly Heart” to return to Angel.
“The value of these four spatial necklaces is enough. You can take this necklace back.”
Without saying much, Angel took back the Ink Butterfly Heart and prepared to head to the female bathhouse alone.
Sanders suddenly approached him, patting Angel’s shoulder, “I initially thought you’d sell the items Gloria gave you, but I didn’t expect you to gather 100,000 in just half a month.”
Angel remained expressionless, but his eyes revealed a hint of pride.
“So, don’t forget my 150,000 magic crystals for the next half-month.” Sanders said, waving to Daedweia and walking into the mist as Angel was momentarily dumbfounded.
By the time Angel came to his senses, they had already walked far away.
Angel’s face showed bitterness, originally planning to stall for some time. Sighing, he figured there would be no time to rest next month.
Feeling a pang of melancholy, Angel turned and walked alone towards the female bathhouse.
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Returning to the female bathhouse without any obstruction, Angel headed straight to the depths of the lair. The Colorful Dragonflies once again acted as escorts, following Angel and praising Shava.
Following Sanders’ reminder, Angel ignored the Colorful Dragonflies and climbed to the top of the lair, waiting for Sanders’ message.
With nothing else to do, Angel decided to observe the misty passage directly in front of him.
Chapter 325 Closing the Passage <TOC> Chapter 327 Watcher of the Nightmare Domain