Chapter 472 Mealtime Conversations <TOC> Chapter 474 Mechanical Arm
Translator: SumTLMan
When Angel returned to the Sanders mansion, Totoro was already awake. However, he just sat motionless on the bed, seemingly lost in thought.
As Angel walked in, Totoro’s eyes immediately lit up with excitement. He threw off the covers and approached Angel.
“You’re awake?” Angel motioned for Totoro to sit down at the table, and he took a seat on the other side.
Angel called for Babaya to inquire about Totoro’s condition today. Babaya informed Angel that Totoro had actually woken up at dawn but didn’t speak, just sitting on the bed and staring blankly.
Angel nodded. At the moment, Totoro was like a newborn cub: timid and sensitive, feeling secure only with Angel under the “imprint” effect.
After dismissing Babaya back to the main building, he looked at Totoro.
Feeling Angel’s gaze, Totoro immediately broke the silence. “Angel, yesterday I saw…”
Angel stopped him. Since Totoro might be a seer, his expression might need to be more tactful. However, Totoro was currently even somewhat slow in speaking, so expecting him to express himself tactfully was obviously an overestimation.
Angel pondered for a moment and decided to try a question-and-answer approach to see if he could bypass this obstacle.
“I’ll ask, and you’ll answer. Did you see me at the bottom of the sea? Yes or no.”
Totoro wanted to nod and speak, but an inexplicable force suppressed him, preventing him from nodding. Sweat beaded on his anxious, flushed cheeks.
Totoro was just an ordinary person, untrained in any prophetic abilities, so answering rashly was a mistake.
Seeing this, Angel quickly stopped him. “You don’t need to answer me, just tell me with your eyes.”
Totoro’s eyes were incredibly clear. In Angel’s view, none of his thoughts could be hidden. He could clearly read a lot of information from Totoro’s eyes. Perhaps this was one of Angel’s concerns. Were such clean and clear eyes really suitable for a prophetic wizard?
From Totoro’s eyes, Angel read the information he wanted. Totoro had indeed seen Angel at the bottom of the sea.
“I see. Was I in bad shape at the time?” Angel continued to coax gently.
Totoro’s eyes hesitated, showing that he had only seen the scene and could not determine Angel’s specific condition at the time.
“Did my age seem to change?” The answer was negative.
“Was my hair long?” The answer was negative.
“Was I alone?” The answer was negative.
“Was there two people?” The answer was affirmative.
“Was the person beside me male?” The answer was negative.
Angel asked one by one, accompanied by some illusions. After a while, Angel stopped asking questions, but Totoro revealed a smile. He didn’t say a word, just expressed everything with his eyes, and Angel understood his gaze, which gave him a sense of secret joy.
Angel lowered his head to sort out the information obtained from Totoro.
There was a lot of information, and it was messy, so he had to organize his thoughts.
While organizing his thoughts, Angel found that this piece of information seemed to point directly to a place: Purification Garden.
Because when Angel asked if Totoro’s appearance had changed, Totoro expressed “no” with his eyes. Even Angel’s hair had not grown, so it must be something recent. When he asked if there was someone nearby, Totoro expressed “yes” and that it was a woman. Angel expressed the possible women one by one with illusions, and Totoro finally pointed out a girl in red dancing shoes — Cherie.
Cherie was by his side, and it was something recent… so it was very likely to be in the Purification Garden.
He and Cherie were swimming towards a deep pit at the bottom of the sea.
This “deep ravine at the bottom of the sea” was Angel’s own guess, or it might not even be an entrance. In any case, he and Cherie were apparently going somewhere underwater, but Totoro was not sure what they were going to do.
Angel picked up a pen and paper, and roughly sketched out an image. Totoro quietly watched, occasionally making some small noises to remind Angel when he drew a key position incorrectly.
As for some non-critical places, they didn’t need to be bothered.
After the image was drawn, Angel brought the picture to Sanders.
He was still a little confused: was the image Totoro provided really a future image? If it was a future image, he knew it now, so would that change the future? If the future changed, would some terrifying changes occur? Like the butterfly effect, even a small change could have serious consequences.
In response to Angel’s doubts, Sanders laughed: “About the mysteries of time, there are some things you don’t need to understand now. But I can tell you, becoming a wizard is all about changing the future, so you don’t need to worry about these variables when you haven’t reached that level.”
“Moreover, for me, your appearance might also be a variable. Should I refuse you just because this is a variable?”
“In short, treat the so-called future as a variable, its expressive power is actually infinite. The Totoro you mentioned, maybe he only saw one of the variables, and it might not be the result, but just part of the process to reach the result. Maybe you won’t experience this in the future and still get the same result. So, you don’t have to think too much.”
Sanders briefly explained the future paradox that prophecy wizards often argue about, then turned his attention to the picture.
Looking at this painting with a strong style, Sanders first admired it, this way of painting was obviously in line with his taste, having once been a noble.
With an appreciative mood, after taking this painting into his eyes, Sanders said: “Your guess might be true, this scene may indeed be about the Purification Garden, but I have never been to the Purification Garden, and I don’t know if there’s an ocean inside. However, the meaning expressed in this painting is not important. Without cause and effect, a simple scene can’t lead to any conclusions.”
“But you can keep these pieces of information in mind, and whether you are willing to follow the guidance of the painting when you really reach the ocean floor is your own decision.”
After returning the painting to Angel, Sanders joked: “In this half-year, you have not only grown yourself, but also brought two talented people with you.”
Sanders was referring to Babaya and Totoro.
Pausing, Sanders said: “I remember that Wallace is the one leading the guidance mission this year. He cried and made a fuss in front of Lord Rhine for half a day because he didn’t want to go. If you can gather five talented people to give to him, I guess he will thank you.”
Angel could only smile helplessly at this. Whether he could gather five talented people was another story. And even if he really managed to gather five, if he gave them to Wallace, and Wallace organized some kind of bloodbath, it would be a waste.
After Sanders’ recounting, Angel let go of Totoro’s “prophecy scene.” The prophecy might only be one of many processes, and whether a good result can be achieved in the end depends on how they choose.
Having let go of the prophecy matter, Angel returned to his bedroom in the following time and began preparing the materials for crafting a mechanical arm for Nausica.
He had many materials on hand, and he had also replenished a lot of materials in the underground Ice Cavern of Black Castle. However, after discussing with Midora, the storage capacity of some newly designed materials was not enough, so he had to go out and buy them.
While buying materials, he also took the time to visit a potion shop. However, when he mentioned the witch’s soup, the shopkeeper rolled his eyes and pointed to the round-mouthed potion bottle sign on the wall, saying to Angel: “Don’t you see that I am from the Vandervall School? Are you looking for trouble by buying witch’s soup here?”
Angel smiled awkwardly, about to explain, but was kicked out by the shopkeeper.
Angel sighed, even though Midora had emphasized several times, he still underestimated the disputes between different schools of potion making.
If everyone had the same “innovative” and inclusive attitude as Master Midora, the disputes between schools would probably come to an end.
Angel searched for a long time and finally found the witch’s soup in a mysterious-looking shop with a cauldron emitting billowing white smoke at the door.
As Midora had said, the Ceylan witch’s soup was a must-have potion for bloodline side, 10 magic crystals per bowl.
This price was not too expensive for most apprentices. If they did some tasks well, they could gather the price of three bottles in a month. For Angel, it was even less of a problem. He spent thousands of magic crystals and bought 100 bowls at once.
He certainly wasn’t wasting time; Angel’s mastery of Gravity Line power was still unrefined, and many operational techniques required hands-on testing. He estimated that perhaps 100 cups wouldn’t even be enough for half a month of training.
Once everything that needed to be purchased was bought, Angel began a brief period of seclusion.
He started crafting a mechanical arm for Nausica. For this arm, Angel did not plan to inscribe magic energy formations. He did not currently have time to learn new magic energy formations, and the magic energy formations he knew were of little use on a mechanical arm.
However, although he did not inscribe magic energy formations, the final performance was not inferior to magic energy formations.
Spending a full three days, Angel crafted all the components of the mechanical arm, eventually connecting them into a delicate arm with a metallic texture.
It was controlled by myoelectric signals, and it might take some time to adapt at first to achieve synchronization. But as time goes on, this synchronization process can be reduced to almost nothing.
Moreover, it could simulate muscle memory, achieving instant feedback.
In addition, Angel installed conduits inside that could channel magic power. The conduits also contained magic runes that catalyzed magic power. Each fingertip could be used as a barrel, capable of being loaded with individual ammunition or acting as a valve for magic power release, offering dual benefits.
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