Translator: SumTLMan
Diavolo caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that the black-haired woman beside him had become silent, not knowing whether she was dead or alive.
“You probably didn’t expect to die here, did you?” Diavolo had a sense of sorrow for the enemy’s misfortune: “Angel, we were killed by you today…”
Dying was one thing, but what made Diavolo feel wronged was that Angel did not intentionally kill him. An unintentional involvement might not even trigger the contract, which meant that his death today would be in vain.
Diavolo’s breath grew weaker and weaker, and in his perception, there seemed to be a black hole on his forehead. As long as his soul passed through this black hole, he would die… He was desperately resisting, refusing to bow to the black hole.
Just as Diavolo thought he was going to die, a light barrier suddenly enveloped him.
With the intervention of the light barrier, all external storms and high pressures were blocked, and Diavolo slumped to the ground. The black-haired woman beside him also fell from the wall to the ground.
Diavolo gasped for breath: “Huff… huff… great, we’re saved.”
Diavolo spread his limbs wide, not caring that the ground was full of blood, and lay down directly, allowing his body to slowly recover from the high pressure.
When he felt a little better, he slowly got up and wanted to check on the black-haired woman. Since he didn’t die, he had to consider how to leave Black Castle, and the black-haired woman was their only hope.
But before he could crawl over, a faint fragrance of wine came from the sky.
Diavolo turned his head and saw a group of black-and-white butterflies fluttering towards him, forming a graceful female illusion in front of him.
“Lady Butterfly.” Diavolo hurriedly stood up and bowed. Seeing this great figure appear, he basically understood that the protective light barrier must have come from this person in front of him: “Thank you for saving us.”
“If it weren’t for the unwarranted disaster, I wouldn’t want to save you.” Felicia’s expression was cold, and her eyes glanced at Diavolo lightly: “However, what I didn’t expect is that you guys are quite good at stirring up trouble.”
Diavolo’s expression was slightly awkward: “It’s not my fault… It has nothing to do with me, he decided to craft it himself.”
Faced with the pressure of the wizard, Diavolo didn’t hesitate to sell out his teammate.
Felicia sneered: “Tell me, who is the one causing this storm? Which alchemy master does this apprentice belong to, Cicero? Or Midora?”
Diavolo’s expression froze, and he stammered: “His name is Angel, but I don’t know his identity.”
How could Felicia possibly believe that? Daring to break into Black Castle to save Diavolo must have a deep connection with him. She waved her sleeve, and a black-and-white patterned butterfly fluttered and danced, flapping its wings and landing on Diavolo’s shoulder.
As the butterfly landed, Diavolo’s entire body became fixed. Except for his eyeballs still rolling, the rest of him had entered a rigid state.
“His name.” “He said it’s Angel.”
“His identity.” “I don’t know; he said he comes from the Savage Grottoes, and he didn’t reveal any other information.”
“Who is his mentor?” “I don’t know either.”
Felicia frowned. She was communicating directly with Diavolo’s mind using a spell, so his answers should not be lies. However, the information Diavolo provided was too strange; the Savage Grottoes? It was indeed a powerful wizard organization, but did they have any formidable alchemists?
Felicia pondered for a moment. Could it be ‘Rose Crown’ Liana? But it wasn’t right either, as Liana wasn’t an alchemy master, and if she remembered correctly, Liana’s primary focus in alchemy was potion studies, specifically a rare branch called aroma crafting.
But besides Liana, she couldn’t think of any other alchemists in the Savage Grottoes.
However, speaking of the Savage Grottoes, she also thought of another person… ‘Phantom Master’ Sanders Iguro. This young man’s illusions were also exceptional. Could he be Sanders’ apprentice?
Felicia shook her head. If Sanders had taken a new apprentice, especially an alchemy prodigy with extraordinary talent, given Sanders’ reputation, gossip magazines and word of mouth should have spread throughout the Southern Region. She had never heard of the name “Angel” and had not seen it in journals and magazines, so it should have nothing to do with Sanders.
Originally, Felicia wanted to learn about the man’s identity, so she could be prepared if his mentor came looking for him. But she didn’t expect that this apprentice named Angel was a nobody.
What a pity.
Felicia somewhat regretted closing the teleportation formation. If she had known this guy had a unique skill and was unrelated to the Puppet Master, she would have forcibly kept him in the Candy House.
But now, he had played a terrible hand.
Felicia looked at the place where the black-gray aura was gathering, her face showing a hint of regret. Crafting tools to counter undead here was indeed an unspeakable move.
Just when Felicia thought Angel would inevitably fail to survive this Omen Sign and meet his demise, the clusters of black-gray aura suddenly began to flow and slowly contract.
Felicia’s real body was still at the entrance of Black Castle; she looked up at the sky. The oppressive aura above her head was getting stronger and stronger, almost reaching a peak. Under such circumstances, why did the source of the aura start to fade? Felicia had a thought.
Could it be that this young apprentice could actually survive such an Omen Sign?
It seemed a bit impossible. Considering the intensity of the external Omen Sign, she probably wouldn’t have absolute confidence in surviving it even with her own strength. How could he, as an apprentice, survive it?
Felicia couldn’t figure it out, but the facts were already before her.
The black aura enveloping Angel significantly diminished, becoming thinner and weaker. Most importantly, the Soul Cloud in the sky visibly shrank at a rapid pace.
Although the Soul Cloud was shrinking, its aura became more oppressive, to the extent that even Felicia could not bear to look at it directly.
Felicia watched as the Soul Cloud in the sky eventually shrank into a single, deep and Mysterious Soul.
This Mysterious Soul was about three meters tall, its appearance unclear, with large horns on its head, a curvaceous and seductive figure, raven-black wings on its back, and holding an indiscernible black trident.
Just a silhouette, it looked like a female demon from the abyss.
Upon the appearance of this strange soul, it let out a powerful cry, suppressing all the ghosts within thousands of miles in the Black Forest. They wailed, but unlike their previous mournful sobs, this time they were all frightened to tears, as this was a powerful being, showcasing its status on a level far above theirs.
Upon seeing this strange soul, Felicia’s heartbeat suddenly quickened.
If judged solely on power, this mysterious deep-colored soul might not be as strong as her. However, the reason her heartbeat quickened was not due to the strange soul’s power but the faint fluctuations emanating from it…
These fluctuations carried the power of the World’s Will.
If she was not mistaken, this force also had another name: Mystery.
This was a mysterious world, mysterious power, and Mysterious Soul!
Felicia turned her gaze to Angel’s alchemy area, her eyes burning with anticipation. Could she be witnessing the birth of a Mysterious Object today?!
If it were truly a Mysterious Object, she must obtain it at any cost!
Each Mysterious Object possessed a unique rune. Some runes could even bypass fundamental laws, demonstrating the terror of Mysterious Objects.
In the entire Candy House, there was only one Mysterious Object – the “Butterfly Spirit” in her possession. If she were to obtain another Mysterious Object, the protection power of the organization’s gourmet wizards would be even stronger!
Felicia’s heart was set, and if a Mysterious Object could truly be born, she would not only take the Mysterious Object but also the person who crafted it. An apprentice alchemist capable of crafting Mysterious Objects that many master alchemists could not create was reason enough for her to make a forceful abduction decision.
As Felicia’s heart pounded with anticipation.
Suddenly, a clear male voice emerged from the black aura.
“Craft, complete!”
These three syllables, like a magical spell, caused the powerful Mysterious Soul in the sky to let out a scream and begin to disintegrate into debris. All the mysterious energy quickly descended into the ninth level underground Black Castle.
Mysterious power began to slowly gather around Angel.
At the same time, the dark clouds around him slowly dissipated, revealing his figure. Angel held a silver, streamlined strange weapon in one hand, his eyes filled with colorful light. His fingers moved like playing a musical instrument, with an incredibly rhythmic motion, and all the mysterious power fell into the silver weapon under his command.
“Indeed, he didn’t die! He really survived the Omen Sign?! Moreover, the Mysterious Object is about to emerge!” Felicia’s eyes burst with joy, and she didn’t want to ponder how Angel had survived the Omen Sign. All her attention was focused on the silver weapon.
Felicia didn’t lower her voice, so Diavolo, who was nearby, also heard. He first appeared confused, then his eyes flashed with astonishment. This astonishment slowly spread until, in the end, he even opened his mouth wide, with a dumbfounded expression on his face, akin to a comedic actor in a mime performance.
“Mysterious Object? Angel? You must be kidding!” Diavolo felt like he was in a small boat amidst a storm, experiencing ups and downs, falling into an abyss from tranquility, being saved by Felicia, and then shocked into mid-air by Angel crafting the Mysterious Object.
This emotional journey made him feel as if he were in a dream. Or perhaps he was already dead, and all of this was an illusion?
As the mysterious power poured in, the silver weapon became even more radiant, and its grade soared.
Just when everyone thought the Mysterious Object was about to be born, a gentle feminine voice suddenly came from an unknown place, reaching everyone’s ears.
“Taking from my Black Castle without permission, the accumulation of thousands of years… Even if it is a languishing treasure, it is not yours to use to establish your fame as a Mysterious Alchemist. Do you not think it’s inappropriate?”