Chapter 440 The Glimmer of Hope <TOC> Chapter 442 Heading for Sky City
Translator: SumTLMan
As Shadow continued to narrate, everyone’s focus gradually shifted from Isabelle back to the Southern Region, and once again to Angel.
Shadow’s story was too bizarre to be true, involving a “Mysterious Alchemist” and a “Mysterious Soul.” It was even more twisted and incredible than a storybook.
How could a wizard’s apprentice have reached the realm of the mysterious? Although they hadn’t truly ascended to the mysterious, this was just too unbelievable.
How could this be possible?
However, they all used lie detection spells on Shadow, and the conclusion shocked them. Shadow wasn’t lying!
That meant that this apprentice named Angel might have indeed touched the mysterious realm?
In an instant, everyone’s gaze towards Angel turned fervent, like they were looking at a priceless treasure. At such a young age, even if he couldn’t become a formal wizard, his value could rival or even surpass that of a wizard.
Shadow continued to speak from his own perspective, so many things weren’t comprehensive or accurate. However, as a person with eloquent speech, he connected these events using his own logic, making it sound somewhat reasonable.
Moreover, everything he said was from his personal experience and didn’t count as lies when investigated.
For example, when explaining Isabelle’s return, he used vague terms. He said that Isabelle suddenly possessed “Phineas” and might have been injured when returning to the Southern Region. If not for the “Mysterious Soul” that hijacked Angel’s crafting of the “Mysterious Weapon,” she might not have survived.
The real situation was obviously not as he described, but he pieced together this fabricated story using the little he knew, and it somehow convinced everyone.
Upon hearing that Isabelle was still severely injured, those who were concerned exchanged glances, and their worries gradually eased.
Even at the top of Silent Hill, in a dilapidated stone tower, the ruler of Silent Hill: “Eternal Silence Black Crow” Talo, sat at a withered wooden table, and his scarred brows gradually relaxed.
In front of him, a fire blazed, and within the flames appeared the endless images narrated by Shadow.
By the time Shadow finished recounting everything he knew, it was already past midnight.
Not to mention the mood of others, Isabella’s face was full of worry. She basically believed Shadow’s words, so Isabelle had indeed returned to the Southern Region! But she might have been seriously injured.
The thought of this made Isabella’s heart ache.
“I will trust you for now, but if I find out you’re lying, I will execute you for blasphemy, no matter where you are.” After saying this, Isabella returned the head of Naga to Shadow and left Silent Hill at lightning speed.
Upon learning about Isabelle’s situation, she was eager to return home, leaving no time to care for other matters. And if what Shadow said was true, she should thank Angel. However, given her personality, she would never thank an apprentice. She simply ignored Angel, who hadn’t been cursed and didn’t die. Even if the mentor found out, it probably wouldn’t matter much.
In front of everyone, Isabella transformed into a blood bat and left Silent Hill.
After Isabella left, Shadow, exhausted, returned to the mentor’s side: “The old witch finally left. Tonight was quite an ordeal.”
While speaking, Shadow timidly asked Bogula: “Mentor, can she… be saved?”
In Shadow’s hands was the head of Naga, sealed in blood amber, eyes closed as if in a deep slumber.
Bogula glanced at it: “She can be saved, but…”
“But what?” A glimmer of excitement flashed in Shadow’s eyes. Any hope was good. When he made the decision to abandon Naga, it was out of impulse and passion. Now that he had calmed down, it would be tough for him to truly let her go.
“But you currently lack the strength to save her. Work hard to advance, and when you become a full-fledged wizard, you’ll naturally have a way to revive her.”
In truth, Bogula could save Naga, but since he had already handed her over to Shadow, she now belonged to Shadow. Shadow was responsible for all subsequent matters, including strengthening and maintaining her.
Shadow sighed in relief: “As long as she can be saved. As for the issue of strength, I will definitely advance to become a full-fledged wizard.”
“Let’s hope so,” said Bogula, grabbing Angel’s collar and lifting him up: “Let’s go back.”
Shadow glanced at Angel without contradicting Bogula and followed him towards the temporary Wizard’s Tower.
As Bogula left, the mental tendrils of the gathered wizards gradually dispersed. All that remained on the scene were puddles of blood and a solitary large rock—Two-Faced Stone Spirit Taros.
“This kid really didn’t die. I thought the variable source would be Bogula, but it turned out that the variables were increasing one by one. In the end, it pointed to the one thousand-year-old Isabella, allowing him to escape successfully.” “This might be the favor of destiny. If there were a prophetic wizard here, they might have seen some clues.”
“Sigh—” “Sigh—”
“What do we do now? I was almost done with my manuscript, but if he didn’t die, there’s no point.” “No problem, the news Shadow just shared was so explosive! Rewrite it!”
“But there’s no gimmick. Isabella was severely injured, and the mysterious alchemist didn’t really appear.” “Make up a gimmicky title then!”
“You make a good point!” “Shall we come up with a topic first?”
“I’ve thought of a title: —Shocking! A Thousand-Year-Old Expert Returns to the Southern Region, the Wizarding World May Be Reshuffled!—” “I’ve also thought of one: —Shocking! Mysterious Alchemist Turned into a Puppet, the Reason is…—”
“We’ve got the titles, but which magazine should we submit to?” “—Voice of the Wizards— or —Wizarding World Secrets—?”
“One is a decade-old publication, and the other is a century-old one. By the time they publish it, the news will be outdated!” “Why not submit it to —Sky of Truth—, a monthly magazine?”
“We can do that, but it is the official monthly publication of Sky Mechanical City. Will it provoke Bogula?” “Let him be provoked, let him die.”
“Well then…” “… let’s happily decide!”
Taros, with a smile, half youthful, half ancient, closed his eyes slowly under a faint halo.
Meanwhile, at the other end, after Bogula took Angel away, at the top of the stone tower in Silent Hill, a sudden cry of crows was heard.
Talos, the ruler of Silent Hill, sat by the fire. Behind him was a row of iron racks, each filled with crows. They stood still, their amber eyes emitting a cold light.
“Come in,” an ancient voice emerged from Talos’s mouth.
As he spoke, a gust of wind blew open the window outside the tower, and several mental tendrils fell behind Talos.
“Lord Talos, should we respond to what Diavolo said?” A voice imitated with mental energy echoed in the narrow room.
Talos didn’t turn around, snorting softly from his nose: “Respond? How to respond? Instead, why don’t you give me your opinions?”
After a moment of silence, the mental tendrils began to argue: “Take advantage of her weakness and claim her life!” The first to speak was a radical.
“I agree, after all, I don’t want to experience the fear of being controlled by that person again.” The speaker was obviously an ancient being with a long life.
“But Isabelle’s death has no benefit to us, and we are not the rulers of the Fairytale World, so it’s not our concern.”
“But Black Castle is closest to our Silent Hill, and we can’t guarantee that Isabelle won’t target us once she regains her strength.”
After a back and forth, nobody could out-argue the other. Following a cry of a crow, everyone fell silent and looked at Talos.
“For now, let’s put this matter aside,” Talos’s voice was extremely desolate, but his silhouette did not appear as frail as it sounded.
“But…” someone interjected with disagreement.
“How can any of you be certain that what Diavolo said is true?” Talos said indifferently: “In Diavolo’s conversation with Isabella, there were thirteen instances of uncertain terms. Excluding the sentences with these uncertain terms, the only conclusions we can draw about Isabelle are that she was indeed injured and that she has indeed returned.”
“How severe her injuries are, how she got injured, what her next plan is, what her attitude towards Fairytale Town is after her return, and whether she will leave the Southern Territory again… None of these questions have been resolved. On what basis do you think we can eliminate Isabelle?”
“Furthermore, even if Isabelle is indeed severely injured, would Isabella let her mentor die? Although Black Castle has declined, it still has some hidden cards. If we go against Isabelle, it would be equivalent to declaring war on Black Castle. After all, we belong to the same alliance, and doing so would not be beneficial to our development.” Talos seemed to be opposing the idea, but then he hesitated: “However, we don’t have to act ourselves. We can let others test the waters.”
“Orola, I heard that you have a good relationship with the newly-risen ‘Bird of Paradise,’ Luna De Misa?” Talos asked.
A soft female voice responded: “Decades ago, Luna De Misa and I had been invited to the Man Trap Plane for a fragrance tasting.”
“I heard that the Incense Moon Federation has produced a unique fragrance this time, and I happened to obtain a bottle. Perhaps you can find the Bird of Paradise and catch up on old times.” As he spoke, a small, exquisitely packaged bottle appeared beside Orola.
“I understand, hehe, it has indeed been a long time since we last met. It’s time for a reunion.” Orola said with a soft laugh.
“Let’s disperse.” Talos took the initiative to dismiss the gathering.
Everyone agreed, but a dissenting voice rang out: “Lord Talos, we can put Isabelle’s matter aside for now, but what about that mysterious alchemist…”
“Yes, although he hasn’t advanced to a Mysterious Alchemist yet, his potential is limitless. How about… we cut him off?”
Talos gave a slight smile and suddenly stood up from his chair.
As his body moved, a blazing flame was revealed behind him, within which a scene appeared – the frozen moment before Angel had fainted.
“As for him,” Talos said with a sudden low chuckle: “I just received some interesting news from Taros. We don’t need to worry about him for now. He is not someone Silent Hill can retain. I am, however, quite looking forward to what Bogula will do to him.”
Chapter 440 The Glimmer of Hope <TOC> Chapter 442 Heading for Sky City