Chapter 441 A Rising Reputation <TOC> Chapter 443 Sanctuary Mission
Translator: SumTLMan
What would Bogula do to Angel?
This was a question many wanted to ask, but in reality, Bogula did nothing.
When Angel woke up, it was already the afternoon of the next day. He was lying in a warm and cozy bed, and the first creature he saw when he opened his eyes was a shy fire elemental.
While he was still unconscious, these adorable little elementals had playfully tugged at his hair. But when he woke up, they were startled, released a burst of fire, and hid in the fireplace.
The flames ignited Angel’s hair. He hurriedly extinguished the fire with a water spell, but when the fire was put out, he looked into an ice wall he used as a mirror and found that his golden hair had been burned into a messy and charred mess.
Helplessly, Angel shaved off his hair completely, leaving only a thin layer of stubble.
Shadow entered the room just as Angel was shaving his head.
He paused for a moment, seemingly realizing something, and smirked: “If shaving your head would work… I would have had you dye your hair before taking you to Silent Hill.”
Angel understood what Shadow was implying and replied irritably, “You think I wanted to shave my head? Look for yourself.”
Shadow glanced at the charred strands of hair on the floor, clearly still smelling burnt, and said with sudden comprehension: “I see. These fire elementals were born not long ago, and they are mischievous because they think my Mentor is backing them up. They actually have no ill intentions.”
No ill intentions? If it were an ordinary person who couldn’t find water to put out the fire, they would be burned to a crisp. Angel silently grumbled in his heart, harboring resentment for his golden hair being burned.
“Actually, changing your hairstyle to this isn’t bad.” Shadow approached and looked Angel up and down: “It’s much more spirited than before, less childish, and more heroic.”
Angel didn’t respond to Shadow’s teasing. He busied himself cleaning up the broken hair on the floor with a cleansing spell, then went to the washroom to change his clothes. Only then did he return to the room, refreshed, and looked at Shadow: “Thanks for your help yesterday. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have thought of how to deal with Isabella.”
Shadow was puzzled, and it took him a while to say: “What did I do to help?”
“Weren’t you shaking your head at me, telling me to consider an escape plan from Isabella?” Angel asked doubtfully.
“Did I?” Shadow wondered for a moment. He shook his head to advise Angel not to agree with Mentor Bogula. He knew his Mentor well; Bogula was cruel to his enemies but patient with those he considered “pretty” in his eyes. He would use his personal charm to persuade them to willingly become his puppets.
However, due to his discreet headshake towards Angel, Bogula seemed somewhat angry and decided to force Angel to make a choice using “Isabella’s Bloodline Curse.” Shadow was startled and kept nodding at Angel to quickly agree with Bogula, otherwise, he would definitely die.
But when he shook his head, Angel saw it. But when he kept nodding, Angel ignored it and got lost in his “supercomputing” time.
“Don’t you mean that?” Angel asked with suspicion.
“Of course… I do! Hahaha, that’s right, why else would I shake my head at you?” Shadow wouldn’t be so foolish as to refute; after all, the matter was settled, and there was no point in pursuing the situation at the time. He could even earn a favor by not refuting, which was a great thing.
Angel, seeing Shadow’s attitude, became even more doubtful. Was it really because he had “overthought” it?
However, upon further thought, Angel concluded that since the final result was good, there was no need to dwell on these minor details.
He simply refused to admit that he misunderstood! He must be right, and the error must be with others. As for the claim that Shadow’s headshake did not mean that? How could that be? His headshake must have meant that! You say he doesn’t know it himself? Of course he doesn’t know, it’s a subconscious action, and his subconscious knows that shaking his head could save me!
Seeing Angel deep in thought, Shadow assumed he was still dwelling on the meaning of the headshake and quickly interrupted him, not wanting to miss the opportunity to gain favor. So, he changed the subject to a more practical one: “We’re still in Silent Hill, inside the Wizard Tower where my mentor temporarily resides. Tomorrow morning, we’ll leave Silent Hill and return to Sky Mechanical City.”
Angel nodded: “I understand, then, about Lord Bogula’s attitude…”
“You don’t need to be so cautious in asking; my mentor is not in the Wizard Tower right now. He has been invited to a banquet by Lord Black Crow. He probably won’t be back until very late.” Shadow said.
Before entering Silent Hill, Shadow had briefly introduced some important figures of Silent Hill to Angel, such as the Black Crow he mentioned, who was actually the ruler of Silent Hill, a second-level wizard, “Eternal Silence Black Crow” Lord Talos.
“Don’t worry about my mentor; as long as you don’t actively agree to him, he won’t force you.” Shadow paused, adding silently in his heart: Yesterday was an exception, because Bogula thought he and Angel were communicating privately, so he impulsively chose to use Isabella to force Angel to make a choice.
“But you must be on guard yourself; my mentor can go to great lengths to persuade those he values, using personal charm to convince you to agree to him voluntarily.” Shadow warned earnestly.
Angel was a bit puzzled: “I actually have doubts too; last night, Lord Bogula could have captured me with his power, so why did he still respect my opinion?”
“No one knows the specific reason, but this is probably one of Mentor’s obsessions besides his passion for blond hair and blue eyes.” Shadow raised his eyebrows: “Don’t you think such a person is cool?”
“I don’t think it’s that cool, but I feel very lucky that at least I won’t face death so quickly again,” Angel said with a smile. “As for persuading me with personal charm? Unfortunately, I’m not interested in men, so I don’t think there should be any problem.”
“Personal charm doesn’t necessarily mean love. Although Mentor often uses this trick on young girls.” After a brief pause, Shadow patted Angel’s shoulder: “Don’t think too much about it. When we get to Sky Mechanical City tomorrow, I’ll find a way to help you escape. You want to go back to the Savage Grottoes, right? Once Mentor starts crafting puppets, he won’t have time for anything else, and that’s the perfect time to escape.”
“But…” Angel’s face showed a trace of worry.
Shadow thought Angel was worried about his safety and felt touched: “You don’t have to worry about me. Mentor won’t do anything to me, at most scolding me a few times. Besides, I plan to leave for Sky Mechanical City with you. I won’t go back without being promoted to an official wizard.”
Shadow seemed determined to advance to an official wizard, not settling for pleasure but continuing to travel.
“How about I go with you to the Savage Grottoes? I’ve always heard that there’s a famous play in the Shadow Demon Castle called the Feast Dance Charm.” Shadow said seriously: “I think I should check it out. Maybe I can find an opportunity to advance.”
Feast Dance Charm? A group of white, tender bodies rubbing against each other, could he see the chance of advancement?
Angel: “Actually, I wanted to say that after going to Sky Mechanical City this time, I don’t plan on leaving so soon.”
As he spoke, Angel took out a card from his bracelet and handed it to Shadow.
“You don’t plan to leave? Then you really need to watch out for Mentor’s tricks. If he can’t succeed in a long time, he might resort to dirty tricks.” Shadow took the card from Angel.
“Dirty tricks? What dirty tricks?”
“Like using potions to control you.” Shadow shrugged: “That’s just one example. I heard from Lord Midora that Mentor once met a particularly loyal woman, and he simply turned the raw rice into cooked rice. In the end, the woman willingly became a puppet.”
After listening, Angel felt a chill on his back.
Shadow was just trying to scare Angel. When he carefully looked at the card in his hand… “Sky Tower information card? Yours?”
Angel nodded, hiding his personal information on the card because his reputation was somewhat embarrassing.
“Your intention in showing me this card is…” Shadow frowned: “You’re not planning to participate in the Purification Garden, are you?”
…
Savage Grottoes, underground market, Promi Alchemy Shop.
Wearing safety goggles and adorned with various mechanical elements, a serious-faced young man with freckles was busily working on the task at hand. Sparks of fire burst from his hands as he gradually melted various materials into the flames.
Before his eyes, a weapon prototype resembling a “katana” slowly took form in his hands.
Finally, a flash of brilliance.
The katana emitted a dazzling cold light, indicating the weapon was complete!
The young man removed his safety goggles, cooled the katana with a chilling spell, and released his mental energy to sense the cold aura emanating from the blade. After a moment, his eyes lit up.
“Master! I succeeded!” He handed the katana to the middle-aged man sitting at the small table behind the counter, occasionally sipping tea. “It has a sharp effect!”
The middle-aged man took the katana, his eyes narrowing into slits on his plump face. He pressed his index and middle fingers together, and a white light appeared, pressing onto the blade from the scabbard to the tip. As his fingers slid along, the white light and the cold light on the blade trembled together, emitting a metallic sound.
Only when he withdrew his fingers did he nod in approval: “Not bad. Your crafting technique has improved significantly. This katana now possesses a hint of sharpness.”
The young man’s face beamed with joy.
However, at this moment, the middle-aged man added a caveat.
“But, compared to Angel’s works, it still lacks a touch of awe-inspiring aura.” The middle-aged man revealed a look of regret.
The young man didn’t seem to mind: “Of course, Angel is the pioneer of this type of blade.”
Although he recalled that Angel once denied being the original creator of the katana, to the young man, even if Angel was not the founder, the fact that he introduced this weapon design to the Wizarding World made him the pioneer!
“Alas… Angel’s alchemy talent is unmatched in the Savage Grottoes.” The middle-aged man sighed slightly: “I wonder where he is now?”
When it came to Angel’s whereabouts, both the middle-aged man and the freckle-faced young man fell silent.
Half a year ago, Angel suddenly vanished from the Savage Grottoes, as if evaporating from the face of the earth. They couldn’t find him no matter how hard they searched and didn’t dare to ask Sanders. All they could do was comfort themselves by saying that Angel had probably gone on a journey.
But given Angel’s personality, he wouldn’t leave without a word if he were truly traveling. Even if he didn’t say goodbye to them, he should have informed Nausica and Shalem, as they lived close by and were very close friends.
As he was thinking about Nausica and Shalem, the two of them arrived at the Promi Alchemy Shop together.
“Master Promi, good afternoon.” Nausica’s voice reached the ears of the two people inside the shop.
“David, your expression seems a bit off. What are you thinking about?”
Chapter 441 A Rising Reputation <TOC> Chapter 443 Sanctuary Mission