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Translator: SumTLMan
Apart from this, there is another more important feature. This was conceived by Angel and after discussing with Midora, they finally decided on this form of attack.
However, Angel currently has no way to test it and can only wait for Nausica to try it out.
Angel picked up the Mechanical Arm, ready to head to Champagne Road. As soon as he stepped out of the room, he saw No. 1 standing outside the door, speaking in a mechanical voice: “Master Pat, Lord Sabo is waiting for you in the living room.”
“Sabo?” Angel knew this person as Midora’s disciple. When he first met him at Bogula’s fortress, Angel felt a sense of familiarity but couldn’t recall where it came from.
After sifting through his memories for a long time, he finally remembered this person’s identity.
When he set sail for the vast continent, he boarded the ship called “Bohemia.” The wizard who was in charge of the Bohemia at the time was Sabo, nicknamed “Mad Bear.” However, Angel had never seen him on the Bohemia and only caught a glimpse of his back when Sabo went to Cloud Whale.
Later, when he went to Gloria’s Barbie Restaurant, they did meet. But because he was still an ordinary person at that time, he was very cautious when facing wizard apprentices, let alone official wizards. So he never really looked closely, which is why his memory was somewhat vague.
Although he didn’t know what Sabo wanted with him, it must have something to do with Master Midora.
“I know, I’ll be there right away.” Angel walked while changing his wizard’s robe for more formal attire before entering the living room.
Sabo, who had no idea how long he had been waiting, was sitting in the living room drinking an unknown beverage. His imposing figure occupied more than half of the sofa.
“Lord Sabo.” Angel greeted respectfully.
Upon seeing Angel arrive, Sabo showed him a friendly smile.
“No need to be so formal. Master Midora has spoken highly of you. If you hadn’t already joined the Phantom Master’s lineage, he even openly said that he wanted to accept you as a closed-door disciple,” Sabo said with a smile: “I am here this time on behalf of Master Midora.”
Angel was originally waiting quietly for Sabo to finish, but his tone suddenly changed.
“I heard that you were helping your friend craft a Mechanical Arm. Has the Mechanical Arm been completed?”
Angel nodded and took out the Mechanical Arm from his bracelet to show it.
“No need to give it to me; I wouldn’t understand it anyway.” Sabo gestured for Angel to put the Mechanical Arm away and then said: “Since it’s done, I suppose you are planning to go to your friend’s place now?”
“Yes, the Purification Garden will open soon. The sooner I give it to her, the sooner she can adapt,” Angel replied.
“Actually, Master Midora asked me to come over and asked if you could bring the Mechanical Arm to him first, as he is very curious about the finished product,” Sabo paused: “Of course, I will also invite your friend to the Magic Potion Hut afterwards, as we need her to conduct the tests.”
Midora’s request was not unreasonable, and Angel naturally did not dare to disobey. After all, Midora had put effort into the creation of the Mechanical Arm.
With that in mind, Angel agreed and informed Sabo of Nausica’s whereabouts. He then turned and headed for the Magic Potion Hut.
Upon arriving at the Magic Potion Hut, Angel unexpectedly found that neither Duoding nor Adelia were there, only Midora was at home.
For some reason, as soon as Angel stepped into the Magic Potion Hut, he felt uneasy all over. This feeling was very similar to when he first left the Living Soul Garden and came to the Middle World, being stared at by the giant eye of Cersabiras outside the dome.
However, Cersabiras’ gaze was full of malice, making Angel’s legs tremble and cold sweat break out. This time, although the feeling was very similar, Angel did not sense any malice, but of course, it was not comfortable either.
This feeling was like a heavy weight hanging on his heart.
After entering the Magic Potion Hut, Angel became restrained due to the prickly feeling.
Fortunately, when Midora discussed alchemy with him, some perspectives inspired Angel, allowing him to delve into his thoughts and gradually ignore the external sensations.
Midora and Angel discussed many aspects of Mechanical Alchemy, and Angel also shared his thoughts. In the end, the conversation naturally turned to the Mechanical Arm. Angel handed the finished product to Midora, who wasn’t too surprised by Angel’s crafting speed.
—The speed of enchantment alchemy has always been faster than that of concoction alchemy.
As for the final result of the Mechanical Arm, Midora didn’t comment, but Angel saw a hint of satisfaction in his eyes.
Just being able to make a master-level alchemist nod with satisfaction was enough for Angel to feel proud.
Angel briefly explained some of the doubts he encountered during the crafting process and the minor modifications he made, and Midora provided his opinions. However, Angel noticed a strange thing. Although Midora was expressing his own views, Angel felt that Midora’s views had changed significantly from the beginning, as if he had become a different person.
After all, Midora was primarily an expert in potion studies, and his approach to metal and stone studies was more fixed and inclined towards Mechanical Alchemy. Angel had already labeled him with a personal style in his mind when they interacted a few days ago.
But today, while talking with Midora, Angel felt as if he was conversing with a master of metal and stone studies. The height, depth, and breadth of the conversation made Angel feel like a small stream facing an entire ocean, unable to fathom its depths. Moreover, no matter how tricky the perspectives Angel raised, the other party could always respond in the simplest and most convenient way.
This made Angel somewhat doubtful. Was the person in front of him really Midora?
Angel, though doubtful, didn’t think too much about it. After all, his level was limited, and even if he had some achievements in enchanting and alchemy, he was still just a frog in a well in the grand scheme of the alchemy world. How could a frog in a well talk about the ocean?
It was a matter of perspective, and he secretly thought that perhaps Midora had held back when talking to him a few days ago.
This pleasant exchange continued from the Mechanical Arm to the concept of “mecha.” Angel’s “mecha” concept was derived from Earth’s military technology, but it was only the general framework, and he detailed it from the point of view of an alchemist.
Time passed slowly, and when he had almost finished explaining his concept, Midora revealed a slightly mysterious and satisfied smile.
Angel didn’t quite catch Midora’s expression, and at the same time, the door of the Magic Potion Hut was pushed open. Sabo entered with Nausica.
Nausica’s eyes were initially filled with vigilance and restraint, but when she saw Angel smiling and greeting her, her eyes gradually relaxed. Then, at Sabo’s gesture, she walked up to Angel.
Sabo greeted and then turned to leave.
Because Sabo left so quickly, Angel didn’t notice that when he faced “Midora,” his eyes didn’t show the usual playfulness and affection, but rather a touch of awkwardness and reverence.
“Since the test subject has arrived, shall we begin the test?” Midora didn’t even look at Nausica, focusing entirely on Angel.
Angel nodded, feeling a bit uncomfortable with Midora referring to her as a “test subject.”
Nausica, on the other hand, didn’t give it much thought. Her gaze was fixed on the metallic Mechanical Arm on the table, her eyes filled with amazement.
She was utterly captivated, unconsciously touching the arm before her. She had initially thought that the final product would be a giant, mechanical-looking arm. To her surprise, the arm was as slender and well-proportioned as her left arm, without any disharmony.
The entire Mechanical Arm was streamlined, delicate but not weak. It was full of a silver metallic texture, with a faint glow at every joint and pivot. The engraved magic runes only added to its elegance.
At the wrist, there was a delicate butterfly tattoo. It complemented the “single butterfly” at Nausica’s waist, and the graceful carving style was clearly from the same lineage.
“Is this for me?” Nausica asked with a surprised and delighted expression.
Angel nodded. Since the Mechanical Arm relied on electromyographic signals for control, it had to be aligned with the meridians at each cross-section. For the first time wearing it, Angel personally operated it and explained the points to be aware of for Nausica.
Upon completing the outfitting, Nausica cautiously clenched her fist. Although there was some initial stiffness, it was an expected situation at the beginning of the adaptation process. With more use, the stiffness would gradually decrease, and eventually, it would disappear completely.
Angel opened a small opening, three centimeters below the elbow, revealing a loading slot: “This is where the magic crystals are loaded to activate the various magic runes on the arm. However, you can also use your own magic power as an energy source instead.”
“I recommend that during the initial adaptation process, it’s better not to load the magic crystals. Instead, you should personally experience the magic consumption required by the magic runes to have a better understanding and avoid making mistakes when actually applying them.”
“These are densely arranged magic conduits that can be used as meridians, and their magic output is almost identical to that of your left hand.”
“This is a catalytic magic rune that can amplify the effects of magic…”
“This is…”
Angel explained the functions of each part of the Mechanical Arm one by one. Among them, the most special feature was the magic gun barrel on the fingers, which could be used as both a magic conduit and for loading bullets.
“I will give you the blueprint for the bullets later. You can inscribe magic runes on them and also add special effects through alchemical processes. I can craft the bullets for you in the future, but if I’m not around, you can give the blueprint to other alchemists to help you craft them,” said Angel, and finally, his gaze moved to the center of the palm.
In the center of the silver-textured palm, there were a series of fine, whirlpool-like magic runes. This was the area where Angel had put a lot of thought into the design—
The Spiral Magic Rune.