Chapter 355 Blond Hair and Blue Eyes <TOC> Chapter 357 Chance Encounter on a Snowy Night
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Three days later, when the Month of Frozen Soil arrived, Angel successfully constructed the model of the Voice Transmission spell with the help of the holographic tablet.
When other wizard apprentices construct a new trick model, they generally consume 3/4 of the magic in their magic source, mainly because the other apprentices’ ranks are on par with the tricks.
However, when it came to Angel constructing the model, the magic consumed in the end was less than one-thirtieth of his magic source, which showed that his rank far exceeded the level of the trick.
The reason for this situation was, firstly, due to the “Singularity Scattering Meditation Method”, which had virtually no bottleneck and high efficiency; secondly, his cultivation speed had inexplicably accelerated several times within the planar passage. As he could not concentrate on researching tricks during his time in the planar passage, he could only focus on cultivation. The end result was that he had reached his current level, but his actual strength had not yet caught up.
Fortunately, when it came to actual combat, he had other secret weapons, so he was not too anxious at the moment. The issue of tricks could only be solved by spending more time researching them. After all, the tricks he needed to learn now mostly involved understanding and integrating knowledge, which could not be mastered immediately after learning.
After completing his research on the Voice Transmission spell, Angel began to study the “Healing Spell”, another essential trick to learn.
However, just as Angel was about to begin his research, someone knocked on the door again.
As soon as he opened the door, Angel saw an old, pale face.
When the man saw Angel, his eyes were filled with fear, and he stammered, “Lo… Lord Mask… I, I…”
He stammered for a long time without uttering a complete sentence.
“Lord Mask, Tyrell has reflected on his actions over the past few days and knows he was wrong. Please forgive him, sir.” The speaker was an elderly woman with a wrinkled face. Angel remembered her as Caroline, a national treasure-level physician.
As for the trembling old man, it was none other than the previously arrogant Tyrell. Now, after being tormented by terrifying illusions for three days, he was left with nothing but a skeletal, emaciated figure. Even his spirit had been drained by more than half, and he no longer had the arrogance of the past.
“I have already punished those who deserved it. Don’t bother me again,” Angel said, not wanting to waste time on trivial matters, and closed the door without hesitation.
Returning to the living room, Angel didn’t continue his research on the Healing Spell but instead pondered the matter of Tyrell’s visit.
What he contemplated was not Tyrell himself but the fact that these people kept visiting one by one, which annoyed him. Leaving aside Bal and the Magician, it was evident that Leonrique and Tyrell had investigated him secretly and found out his address.
Investigations were fine, as he didn’t intend to conceal his tracks. But these people, who kept bothering him without restraint, irritated him. After all, his place was not a tavern where anyone could come and go as they pleased.
After some thought, Angel called Dushana and asked her not to leave the house for the time being and to teach at home instead. Then, he set up a few illusion nodes around the house, constructing a basic illusionary realm.
This illusory realm did not cause harm to the human body; however, Angel incorporated some of his own ideas into it, causing anyone who stepped into the realm to be affected by the nightmare aura and have their inner fears provoked. As for what the final result would be, Angel didn’t bother to think about it. After all, those who disturbed his thoughts had to pay a price, right?
As night fell, Angel followed the moonlight and traveled along the quiet waterway to the center of Bay Area.
There was a spacious square here, with fan-shaped floor tiles that bore elegant traces. In the center of the square stood a statue of an elderly man, deep in thought over a book. A fountain surrounded the statue.
During the day, the square was crowded with people who played with birds and pigeons, listened to street performers’ music, and enjoyed a leisurely life.
But at this moment, the night was deep and quiet. There wasn’t a single person in the square, except for the howling of the night wind and the continuous gurgling of water from the fountain.
Angel lowered his hat and slowly walked to the end of the square, where there was a multi-towered hall resembling a chapel.
—This was the renowned Central Library in the academic world of Watthelmgrass.
Angel entered, and in the foyer, there were armored guards on duty. However, not a single one of them noticed Angel; they all turned a blind eye.
Passing through a dim corridor reflecting irregularly-shaped stained-glass windows, he arrived at the first floor of the hall. Dozens of bookshelves were neatly arranged here, with each bookshelf marked with a category. However, Angel ignored these books and did not linger, instead continuing to move forward.
According to the information provided by Bal, there was a passage leading to the basement at the end of the first-floor hall, and Angel’s destination—the Ancient Book Vault—was located there.
Along the way, he encountered several groups of night guards, but under the effect of “Boundless Silence,” no one stopped him.
He smoothly arrived at the Ancient Book Vault.
The vault key was divided into three parts, controlled by the library director and the two deputy directors. Others who wanted to enter needed the approval of all three directors.
Angel couldn’t be bothered with such matters, and with his psychic tendrils, he effortlessly unlocked the intricate lock mechanism.
Upon entering the Ancient Book Vault, Angel casually set up an illusion at the door to prevent anyone from noticing the situation inside.
The vault was not large, with only about a dozen bookshelves. Although it was filled with an old musty smell, there was no dust to be seen, indicating that someone had been cleaning it regularly.
Angel did not waste any time and began to browse through the books one by one.
According to the woman who ran the clinic, her grandfather had seen the “snake coiled around the scepter” pattern in a book. Therefore, Angel did not read the books in detail. Instead, he controlled three Magic Hands and, together with his own hands, simultaneously browsed through four books, stopping whenever he saw a similar pattern.
His reading speed was extremely fast, finishing a book in just a few seconds. Moreover, he was browsing four books simultaneously, making his efficiency even higher.
Time slowly passed as he read…
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When those of the Bay Area were sleeping peacefully, the land area of Watthelmgrass was still bustling with activity, especially at Tarot Sea Port. As the busiest inland trading port in the entire Whiskas Royal Court, it was always alive throughout the night.
Sailors unloading goods, merchants picking up merchandise, and a continuous stream of ships arriving at the port. Many of them had arrived at the sea gate in the morning, waiting in line to enter until nighttime.
This bustling scene would continue until the latter part of the Month of Frozen Soil. Then, Tarot Sea Port would experience three months of tranquility, and the crowds would only return after the sea routes reopened in the early part of the Blooming Flowers Month.
“Is it your shift change? How many ships are still coming in today?” The dockmaster spotted a man wearing a black velvet cape and night shift uniform approaching from afar.
The man was a night shift worker who had just come from the sea gate. The sea gate, similar to a land city gate, was responsible for registering the information of incoming personnel and issuing temporary residence permits. However, the sea gate registered ships and was even busier than the city gate. When the city gates were closed, the sea gate operated in day and night shifts, reflecting their high level of busyness.
The night shift worker shook his head, “I can’t even count. Judging by the ships currently in line, we’ll be busy for at least two or three days. I also heard that the Paradise Sea has lifted its ban, so merchant ships from the Wunderkind Empire and the Nightfury Dynasty will be crossing the ocean, leaving us no time to rest.”
The dockmaster patted the night shift worker on the shoulder, “Just two more weeks, and you’ll be able to rest for three months. By then, working at the sea gate will be a job that everyone envies.”
The night shift worker remained noncommittal, “Although I can take three months off, I’d actually prefer working at the city gate; the hours are more stable.”
As they were talking, a commotion suddenly erupted in front of them. Sailors and porters all stopped their work, and some shouted, “The ship is sinking! Hurry and save them!”
The night shift worker turned around and saw the problem, “Oh no, it looks like there’s an issue at the sea gate! I’ll go check it out!”
He immediately dashed towards the sea gate along the shoreline.
Six ships were on duty at the sea gate, all located near the sea gate barrier. When the night shift worker arrived at the barrier, he discovered that the ship in trouble was indeed one of the sea gate duty ships!
A 15-meter-long duty ship had broken in half at its keel and was now sinking into the sea like a “V.”
The part of the ship that had not yet submerged was engulfed in flames. To avoid being burned alive, the surviving night shift workers had no choice but to jump into the water. They struggled in the moonlit sea, their cries for help filling the air.
Sailors on the shore and night shift workers from other duty ships all dove into the icy water, swimming towards those who had fallen overboard.
“What on earth happened? Why did the ship break in half right along the keel?” The night-shift man exclaimed in shock.
Amidst the screams, cries for help, weeping, and rescue efforts, no one noticed a seemingly unremarkable canoe leisurely sailing into Tarot Harbor.
After the canoe was docked, a man wearing black leather boots stepped ashore.
“Rusty skills… It took me one-third of my magic power to cut a ship in half,” the man in leather boots murmured while flexing his shoulders.
As he set foot on land, a sudden cold wind blew around him, extinguishing several oil lamps scattered across the dock.
The man in leather boots held down the fluttering wide-brimmed leather hat on his head, “Oh dear, such enthusiasm, such impatience; you’re truly my little darlings.”
As his words fell, three small shadows swiftly landed on his shoulders.
At the same time, the wind ceased.
The little shadows whispered something into his ear, and the man in leather boots nodded while walking towards the depths of the night.
As he left the harbor area, the small shadows handed over more than ten small gray cloth bags to the man in leather boots. They then let out eerie laughter and disappeared into the darkness.
The man in leather boots looked at the wriggling cloth bags in his palm, the corners of his mouth curling into a chilling smile.
After securing the cloth bags, he headed towards the central district. As he walked into a secluded alley, he suddenly turned his head and looked towards a dark figure.
“Come out. Why have you been following me for so long without showing yourself?”
The man in leather boots stared at the dark figure, and after a while, a tiny shadow hesitantly walked out.
The man in leather boots reached out his hand, “Come here.”
The little shadow hesitated for a moment but eventually jumped onto the man’s palm.
“Tell me, what’s the matter?”
The little shadow cautiously walked to the man’s ear and whispered a few words. The man’s sharp eyebrows raised, “You were seen by someone? Oh dear, this is not good.”
The little shadow bowed guiltily.
“I understand. You can go now.”
After the shadow left, the man in leather boots whispered softly, “Interesting, to think that there would be someone here capable of sensing the Kulakuka race…”
Chapter 355 Blond Hair and Blue Eyes <TOC> Chapter 357 Chance Encounter on a Snowy Night