Chapter 467 Direct Access Card <TOC> Chapter 469 Totoro's Gift
Translator: SumTLMan
Because of this topic, the atmosphere became silent in an instant.
Nausica was smoking her pipe, the smoke obscuring her expression, making it impossible to know what she was thinking. Coral reattached Gank’s arm and sat on the other side, hugging her knees, the firelight from the campfire casting alternating light and shadow on her face.
After a long while, Nausica suddenly asked, “Will you go?”
Her question was not directed, but Coral knew the question was not meant for her.
“I will go,” Angel replied.
“In that case, I’ll go too. I can’t let you get even further ahead of me,” the smoke cleared, revealing Nausica’s face, her expression unchanged, but her eyes held an unusual determination.
Angel was silent for a moment, weighing his words in his heart, “There’s no need to compare. For extraordinary beings with long lives, being one step ahead or one step behind actually makes no difference.”
“But I don’t want to be a burden to anyone. I also don’t want to be powerless when something unexpected happens to you or Shalem,” Nausica’s expression was determined, “The Twilight matter had a great impact on both me and Shalem. We could only watch from the outside as you were injured or even dying, but we were helpless. That feeling was terrible.”
“Moreover, I’m not trying to compete. I hope that on this long journey, both you and us can go even further.”
Angel respected Nausica’s choice, but he could see that she had not yet broken through to the second-level apprentice, and with such strength entering the Purification Garden, she could only be at the bottom.
He didn’t want Nausica to die in this struggle.
Nausica flicked the hair on her forehead, her eyes misty, “Do you know? Shalem decided to inject the Deep Blue Bloodline on the day I left the Savage Grottoes and arrived at the Sky Mechanical City. I don’t know how he is now, whether he has succeeded or failed… but I’m optimistic. I hope I can get the chance to be purified smoothly, then return to the Savage Grottoes and see that Shalem has also successfully integrated into the bloodline. Everyone has made great progress, and we are all happy.”
Angel understood Nausica’s intentions.
Both she and Shalem are now facing a crisis. The Purification Garden is said to be “nine deaths and one life,” seemingly without any hope for survival; but Shalem’s situation is actually even more terrifying.
The Deep Blue Bloodline, a bloodline that made a brief appearance during the Twilight Auction, has no data or records in the Southern Region Wizarding World. Injecting a bloodline already carries risks, but for bloodlines with recorded data, the risks of fusion can be reduced through various methods, and bloodline wizards even have secret techniques to achieve zero-risk fusion.
However, all these prerequisites are based on having records, data, and cases.
But the Deep Blue Bloodline, it’s entirely a bloodline without any known properties. No one knows how great the fusion risk is, even if it offers a gimmick—’with a chance to mutate into a Sage’s body’. But what is that chance? It’s probably very low, even lower than 10%.
It could be said that in such a situation, Shalem choosing to inject the Deep Blue Bloodline carries a level of danger and ultimate risk far greater than the blood sacrifice at the Purification Garden.
Nausica doesn’t know if Shalem eventually succeeds or fails, but she is willing to speculate based on the best possible outcome. If Shalem succeeds, she also wants to succeed.
On the path of the Wizarding World, everyone can progress together. Perhaps this is what Nausica is thinking at the moment.
In the end, Angel just nods: “I respect your opinion.”
“Thank you for taking the time to tell me,” Nausica says with a smile.
Angel really wants to suggest that Nausica enter his bracelet and wait for the blood sacrifice to end before he releases her. But Angel can’t even guarantee his own survival, let alone look after Nausica. Besides, he understands Nausica’s personality; although she always seems carefree, she is more determined than anyone else, and her pride won’t allow her to depend on others.
So, Angel doesn’t say anything about wanting to help her, but in his heart, he is already planning to complete the mechanical arm before the Purification Garden begins.
He can’t figure out how to get around Nausica’s pride and help her. The only way is through the mechanical arm.
Because the mechanical arm was something Angel had proposed half a year ago. Nausica had agreed at the time, so she had no reason to refuse now.
Thinking of this, Angel speaks again: “I came to find you not only to tell you about the Purification Garden but also to check on the condition of your right arm.”
Angel reaches out and lifts her blood-red cloak, revealing an empty right arm.
“Do you mind if I check it?” Angel asks.
Nausica hesitates for a moment and then nods: “It’s fine, but are you planning on…”
“Creating a mechanical arm for you in the next few days,” Angel says calmly. “It should have been done half a year ago, but some trivial matters delayed it. You don’t mind, do you?”
“I don’t mind, but now, with the opening of the Purification Garden, you don’t have to waste time on me,” Nausica says, sensing Angel’s kindness but not wanting to trouble him.
“Waste time? Not really. I’ve been studying alchemy under Master Midora these past few days, and with his guidance, I can refine alchemy while also perfecting some of my own shortcomings,” Angel says.
The news that Sanders took Angel from the Magic Potion Hut had already spread, so Nausica believes what he says.
“But, wouldn’t that be too troublesome?”
“Crafting anything is crafting, might as well craft something meaningful.” Angel laughed.
Nausica hesitated for a moment, then nodded, “Thank you.”
Angel checked Nausica’s broken arm’s muscles and nerves. She was indeed a worthy apprentice, even though her arm had been broken for more than half a year, there wasn’t a sign of atrophy inside. Both activity and sensitivity were at an extremely high level.
After making sure there were no problems, Angel prepared to leave.
Before he left, he glanced at Giant Gank.
“Is it because of him that the Extreme Sect came to trouble you?” Angel looked at Coral.
Coral was originally thinking about the Purification Garden matter. Hearing Angel’s words, it took her a while to respond: “Yes, Saladin is like a dog with a keen sense of smell. A few days ago, when we had just arrived in the Sky Mechanical City, he followed the scent and found us. Fortunately, Master Sanders was still there to protect us as a guardian wizard, otherwise, there would have been a fight.”
“We’ve been hiding in the Woodrow Bar these days. Today, we went out for a bit and were caught by him.” Coral was angered when talking about this, her upward-pointing goat-horn braids swinging, “Gank has already been registered, and the registration system was set up by the Extreme Sect themselves, yet they don’t recognize it.”
Angel showed a curious expression: “Registration? Can you explain in detail?”
Not thinking much about Angel’s curiosity, Coral explained: “Gank was rewarded to me by the shaman grandmother of my original tribe after she learned that I had entered the Savage Grottoes. She wanted Gank to protect my safety. She used to be a wizard, and Gank was a foreign barbarian she had signed a contract with back then.”
“As for registration,” Coral asked Gank to stand up, lifted the mask on Gank’s face, revealing a frightening face with sharp lower fangs. Coral pointed at a leaf-shaped emblem on the top of Gank’s head: “This is the registration. Different creatures from other worlds entering the Wizarding World would have different emblems. Gank comes from the Forest Island Plane, so its emblem is shaped like a leaf.”
Angel asked in confusion: “Who created this emblem?”
“Of course, it was created by the people of the Extreme Sect. They designed a corresponding set of emblems for any plane that they have conquered, to show which other world they came from.” Coral sighed: “It’s just like a slave mark. Although it allows free access to the Wizarding World, they cannot leave their guarantor on their own.”
As she spoke, Coral took out a piece of parchment from her waist pouch. The parchment had the leaf emblem of the Forest Island Plane and a blood seal.
“This blood seal represents Gank. Gank can only move around with the guarantor who possesses this parchment.”
“So if a plane hasn’t been conquered, wouldn’t there be no emblem?” Angel asked, confused.
“Yes. Planes that have not been conquered by the Wizarding World have no emblems. Even if a wizard brings a creature from another world, they are considered smugglers.”
After hearing this, Angel had a newfound understanding. He originally thought registration was just a matter of paperwork, but there were many more aspects to it. As Coral said, this registration was like a slave mark.
He originally planned to take this path to save his mentor Jon. However, it seemed that this plan could not be carried out now. Not to mention that Earth was definitely not within the scope of the Wizarding World’s exploration, the mark itself made Angel feel extremely disgusted. Furthermore, now that Saladin refused to acknowledge the registration, he could not ensure Jon’s complete safety if he chose this path.
After asking about the “registration,” Angel seemed to casually say, “I heard that when beings from other worlds enter the Wizarding World, they will be repelled by the Great Will, resulting in a decrease in strength and weak, disease-prone bodies… I don’t see Gank suffering from such a situation, though?”
“There is a decrease in strength, but as for the weak, disease-prone bodies… for barbarians, that wouldn’t happen. After all, their physical strength is undeniable, and unless they are ordinary people, extraordinary beings rarely experience such a condition.”
Angel nodded, feigning sudden realization, and muttered softly, “No wonder Baruba isn’t affected… he has barbarian blood in him too…”
His mutterings were, of course, deliberately spoken for them to hear.
After asking about Gank’s situation, Angel did not linger any longer and bid them farewell and left.
When he returned to the Woodrow Bar from the Bliss Pavilion, everyone present looked at him. The two who had been trapped by his nightmare aura were lying in the middle of the venue, and a man in a brown plaid tailcoat was examining something next to them.
From others’ words, Angel learned that the man in the tailcoat was the owner of the Woodrow Bar, a formal wizard.
The man glanced at Angel, a flash of light in his eyes: “I wondered who it was; it turns out to be the esteemed disciple of that gentleman.”
Angel respectfully bowed to him, and the man waved his hand: “That’s enough; I understand everything that happened here. It was their own fault, and you have nothing to do with it.”
After saying that, he stepped aside, allowing Angel to leave.
After leaving, Angel still wore a look of sudden realization. Apparently, the man recognized his identity, and perhaps this was a rare benefit of his newfound fame?
Chapter 467 Direct Access Card <TOC> Chapter 469 Totoro's Gift