Chapter 449 Midora's Request <TOC> Chapter 451 Like the Night's Canter
Translator: SumTLMan
On the other side, Midora left Bogula’s fortress with the burly man. They flew directly into the sky, aiming for Magic Potion Hut on the opposite side of the Mechanical City, which was Midora’s home.
“Master, are you trying to protect that young apprentice?” asked the burly man.
“He has great talent, and he seems to have obtained an extraordinary alchemy inheritance.” Midora pondered: “Alchemy inheritances are already rare, and it shouldn’t end here.”
The burly man nodded, not quite understanding: “If the master doesn’t want the inheritance to end, he can just read his memories directly.”
“His talent is worthy of this inheritance.” Midora wasn’t particularly concerned about Angel’s inheritance: “Moreover, this inheritance is quite different from my alchemy thinking. It would be useless to me. There’s no need to ruin a genius for this.”
The burly man thought about it and agreed. In fact, it was not bad to show some affection. Angel was clearly a potential seed for an “Alchemy Master.” In the future, he might also seek Angel to craft items. If Angel had really obtained the “Mysterious Alchemist,” their favor would be even more valuable.
The burly man gradually understood Midora’s thoughts. However, he still had a doubt in his heart.
“Sabo, you’ve flown past it.” Midora had already landed, looking at the student still flying forward in the air, shaking his head.
The burly man, Sabo, was startled, then laughed sheepishly and landed beside his master.
“What are you thinking about, being so absent-minded?” Midora walked towards Magic Potion Hut.
This Magic Potion Hut was really just a “small” house, a simple wooden house, even simpler than the forest ranger’s cabin in the Bajon Mountains.
From the outside, it was just a wooden house. The chimney sent up wisps of blue smoke, indicating that a fire was burning inside.
The windows were made of glass, and in the night, a faint orange light shone through, looking very cozy.
“I’m thinking about that little apprentice.” Sabo rubbed his temples: “I always feel like I’ve seen him somewhere, but I’ve flipped through many memory boxes and haven’t found one that matches.”
Formal wizards usually have extraordinary memory. If their mental power value is particularly high, some wizards’ memory can even reach “hyperthymesia” level. However, Sabo’s nickname was “Mad Bear.” He focused on the bloodline branch, so his mental power value wasn’t very high, just barely 12 points.
So his memory was more like a box, stored in his mind. Although there were many memory images, finding them was not an easy task.
“Oh? You’ve seen him before?” Midora opened the door and entered Magic Potion Hut. There were no expansion runes in the room, making it a cozy little nest. A plump aunt was making bread with an iron box in front of a table. Seeing Midora returning, she wiped her hands with her apron and greeted him.
“Good evening, Lady Adelia,” Sabo greeted the aunt respectfully. Adelia was Midora’s original wife, and they had been living together since they were apprentices.
“Sabo is here. Try the roast mushroom bread I made,” Adelia said with a smile, taking out a warm slice of bread from the iron box. “Old man, you have one too.”
“Did you meet the alchemist Diavolo had mentioned today? How was it?” Adelia asked.
“Quite good, a very talented child,” Midora said. “I have already invited him to our house.”
“It seems he really caught your eye,” Adelia laughed, then asked Sabo: “Did you see Duoding today? What did he say?”
Sabo nodded: “He stayed in Silent Hill for more than half a year, and he’s coming to see you tomorrow.”
Adelia’s wrinkled face showed a kind smile: “That’s good. I need to prepare some food for that little monkey. He’ll probably cause a ruckus when he comes.”
Although they were laughing, they all knew how much Adelia loved Duoding. It could be said that she completely treated Duoding as her own child.
“Duoding joined only last year. I don’t know what you see in him,” Midora joked with his wife. “Last time he came to my laboratory, I was going to teach him some alchemy basics, but you were worried he’d get tired and had him ‘supervise’ me instead. In the end, I had to give up some Glistening Velvet potions, you spoil him too much.”
“What’s the big deal, it’s just a few Glistening Velvet potions, you’ve been complaining for half a year,” Adelia retorted.
As Adelia retorted, Sabo’s brows furrowed slightly. Duoding joined last year, and when he heard Adelia’s words, a scene flashed through his mind, last year, last year…
Sabo’s eyes suddenly brightened: “I remember now!”
“What do you remember?” Midora and Adelia looked over, not knowing why Sabo suddenly shouted.
“I remember where I’ve seen that apprentice named Angel!” Sabo rummaged through his memory: “In the first half of last year, I took a guardian mission to guard the ship called the Amethyst. I went out to relax. At that time, there were three wizards from different organizations on the Amethyst, recruiting talented individuals from other continents. Angel was brought on board by an apprentice from the White Coral Island Academy.”
“You mean, Angel is a student of the White Coral Island Academy?” Midora recalled the wizard organization, but the White Coral Island Academy didn’t seem to have any famous alchemists.
“No, he didn’t join the White Coral Island Academy,” Sabo’s expression suddenly became very strange, and under Midora’s puzzled gaze, he blurted out: “I think Lord Bogula might take a big fall this time.”
“You mean… Angel’s master is extraordinary?”
Sabo nodded, revealing the answer: “If nothing unexpected happened along the way, Angel should have joined the Phantom Master’s school.”
Phantom Master Sanders!
Upon hearing this name, both Midora and Adelia were stunned. This was someone they couldn’t afford to mess with. If Angel truly became his disciple, Bogula might really fall.
“Are you sure?”
Sabo nodded, briefly describing the situation at the time.
For a moment, the Magic Potion Hut fell silent.
After a while, Adelia broke the silence: “If it’s really the Phantom Master, he shouldn’t stand up for his disciple, right? Think about what happened to the Blood Witch.”
Midora shook her head: “It’s different. Not to mention the value of Angel as an alchemist, just the fact that Bogula has caught his ‘weakness’ makes him unstable.”
“You’re right. That Bogula brat, I don’t know what got into him, being so obsessed with blond hair and blue eyes.” Adelia sighed: “But there’s still hope, there should be a chance to make amends. Weren’t you going to invite him to our house? Let him stay with us to prevent Bogula from going crazy.”
Sabo agreed with Lady Adelia. He hadn’t forgotten the feeling of helplessness when facing Sanders on the Cloud Whale. With just a glance, he almost fell to his knees. If Sanders really wanted to take advantage of the situation, Bogula could easily kick the iron plate.
Midora frowned and pondered: “I don’t know if it can be remedied. I went to the Crystal Hall today and heard some news… Yesterday, Sanders had already arrived at Sky Mechanical City.”
“Sabo, go find Bogula and talk to him. I’ll bring Angel to the Magic Potion Hut.” After giving the order, Midora immediately left.
Adelia added from behind: “Remember to bring the map with you.”
…
This night was destined to be an uneasy one.
In the main city area of Sky Mechanical City, slightly to the right of the center, there was a deep, secluded street. Although it appeared dark and uninviting, with fewer signs than the commercial district, it was actually a famous entertainment district.
There was a wide variety of food, drink, and leisure options available. Among them, there were two or three Bliss Pavilions catering to different preferences, and even more exotic establishments could be found along this street, known as “Benz’s Modified Weir.”
A chubby boy, panting heavily, ran into Benz’s Modified Weir. Sweating profusely, he entered a small building.
Judging from his attire and physical condition, there was no doubt that he was an ordinary mortal. Of course, the mortals living in Sky Mechanical City mostly had extraordinary relatives. This boy was no exception. His name was Pride, and both his father and twin brother were wizard apprentices.
With the help of his father and brother, Pride’s current job was actually related to the extraordinary, and the workplace was right inside this small building.
As soon as he entered the building, he saw a bustling scene.
Paper pulp filled the air, appearing chaotic, but none of it fell to the ground. It seemed to have a consciousness of its own, each finding its proper place.
Pride had a table to his right, and although there were chairs, the master wasn’t sitting there; instead, he was chatting and drinking at the bar. However, the pen on his table was moving freely, composing beautifully-worded manuscripts.
Pride knew this was a method of mental power application, and he had seen similar scenes in his father’s study.
It was impossible not to be envious. However, his mental power value was only 9, not meeting the standard for gifted individuals.
Nevertheless, Pride didn’t give up. He learned from his father and brother about a potion called the Cold Night Potion, which could add 2 points of mental power. With the Cold Night Potion, he could become a gifted individual.
Although the Cold Night Potion was expensive, the savings from his father and brother, plus the money he earned himself, had already covered more than half of the cost. If the exclusive event he was hosting today continued to sell well, he might soon be able to find a potion master with the help of the bonus!
With this thought, Pride’s heart settled.
To his left was a table with a bespectacled, busty girl who was also an ordinary person. Her name was Joline, Pride’s dream goddess during midnight reverie, but she had always been aloof towards him.
Joline was now reviewing manuscripts that flew in from various places. There were three rounds of review, and she was one of the first-round reviewers.
That’s right, Pride worked at a magazine company. A monthly magazine company serving formal wizards, called —Sky of Truth—.
This year marked the 555th anniversary of the founding of —Sky of Truth—, with this month’s issue being the 6666th edition.
It was a memorable issue.
Both for the magazine company and for Pride.
For the magazine company, this was a bold attempt, as it was the first time they used an ordinary person to lead the publication.
For Pride, it was an opportunity to leap over the dragon’s gate because he was the person in charge of this issue of —Sky of Truth—.
“Pride, the sample issue is out, and I don’t think it’ll be worse than the last one,” Joline said with a smile, handing over a large booklet.
Pride, along with her, had been selecting manuscripts for three days without sleep. For an ordinary person, Pride had reached his limit.
“I trust you.” Pride didn’t look at the sample issue, and teasingly flirted with his dream goddess: “As long as it’s not worse than the last issue, freeing up time for the extraordinary, Mr. Fonsman promised that he would continue to let me be the editor in the future, and then we…”
Joline giggled: “You’re so glib. You better take a look at the sample first.”
Chapter 449 Midora's Request <TOC> Chapter 451 Like the Night's Canter