Chapter 560 Bloodline Tracing <TOC> Chapter 562 Don't Overthink
Translator: SumTLMan
A man wearing a pair of shiny black leather boots stood before Angel. As Angel looked up, he saw a familiar handsome face.
“Mentor?”
It was Sanders.
Angel couldn’t understand why Sanders suddenly appeared in front of him. Was it to celebrate him crafting an entry-level item?
It shouldn’t be. With Sanders’ taste, he probably wouldn’t care about such things.
Angel curiously looked at Sanders, but saw that his expression had a hint of doubt, constantly staring at the blood-red crown.
Sanders: “This thing looks familiar?”
Familiar? Angel was puzzled. This crown was crafted at the request of the red-haired woman. How could Sanders be familiar with it?
After a while, Sanders frowned and asked: “Who asked you to craft this item?”
A few days ago, when Angel was in seclusion, he had told Sanders that he was going to craft an item for someone. However, he only briefly mentioned it, and Sanders didn’t ask for details.
But why would Sanders ask about it now? And why did he barge into Angel’s quiet room to ask? Angel looked down at the crown still emitting a bloody red glow, doubt flashing in his eyes. Was there any hidden secret to this crown that was unknown to others?
Angel thought about it and briefly explained the matter, and then took out the scroll with the crown’s design and handed it to Sanders.
After reading the scroll, Sanders’ frown deepened, and he muttered to himself: “Could that woman be Eureka of the Tainted Blood?”
“But Eureka left the continent two years ago, and she shouldn’t have returned so soon. Moreover, she has red hair; maybe she’s from Storm Valley? That doesn’t seem right either.”
Angel couldn’t understand Sanders’ muttering.
“Mentor, is there any secret about this crown?” Angel asked curiously.
Sanders hesitated for a moment and said: “This crown’s appearance is very similar to a lost treasure.”
“A lost treasure?” Angel was full of doubts. “Whose treasure? Was someone asking me to make a counterfeit?”
Although he didn’t know what the lost treasure was, the first thing that came to his mind was that someone asked him to make a counterfeit to confuse others. In the end, he might even be blamed.
With this thought, Angel didn’t know how to deal with this crown.
The originally gorgeous crown suddenly became a hot potato.
Regarding this lost treasure, Sanders did not elaborate, but simply said to Angel: “Whether to trade or not, it’s up to you. Since that person dares to trade in Mechanical City, he should not do anything to you.”
“Mentor means I can hand over this crown?”
Sanders nodded: “There are many counterfeits of this item on the market, one more won’t matter. Moreover, even if she’s a rising star in Storm Valley, she wouldn’t dare to confront me.”
However, even though Sanders said he would back Angel up, there was still a caveat.
“But, it’s better not to get involved in this matter any further. This involves the disputes between two major wizard organizations and the change of power in a kingdom controlled by wizards. After handing it over, don’t pay attention to this matter anymore, and don’t agree to any subsequent conditions they propose.” Having said that, Sanders prepared to leave.
Angel nodded blankly, and before Sanders left, he couldn’t help but ask: “What’s the name of this treasure?”
But Sanders had already disappeared from the quiet room.
Just when Angel thought he wouldn’t get an answer, a faint voice came to his ear: “Scarlet Sovereignty.”
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Angel left the Blooming Manor with the crown.
On the way to deliver it, Angel was still thinking about the “Scarlet Sovereignty” mentioned by Sanders.
To be honest, Angel was not unfamiliar with this term. Because not long ago, he had heard the name mentioned in Black Castle.
An image of a naked figure appeared in Angel’s mind, but there was no sense of sensuality, only sadness and deathly silence.
She was a mortal woman he had met in Black Castle, drained of blood for a “bath.” She tried to seduce Angel into healing her, but then died in madness and intense pain. As soon as she died, she became an ghost.
The “Prelude of Reincarnation” crafted by Angel, the first white light bullet, ultimately struck her.
She did not reveal her name, but only said that she was the thirteenth daughter of King Guman, who was slandered as a criminal and sold as a slave because of the loss of Scarlet Sovereignty.
From her words before her death, it could be known that Scarlet Sovereignty was not stolen by her; she was just an innocent person slandered by the elder princess.
When Angel first heard the term Scarlet Sovereignty, he didn’t think too much about it. But now, thinking about the “lost treasure” and the “change of power in a kingdom controlled by wizards” mentioned by Sanders, Angel couldn’t help but imagine the story behind this item.
As he thought more, the memory fragments that had been forgotten in Angel’s mind were gradually unearthed.
He remembered another thing.
In fact, before he encountered the woman in Black Castle, he had already heard of the existence of Scarlet Sovereignty.
The one who told him about the “Scarlet Sovereignty” was none other than one of the three great ancestral spirits of the Savage Grottoes: Mirror Lady.
However, Mirror Lady mentioned Scarlet Sovereignty because she was flipping through the —Contemporary Handsome Wizards Pictorial—. When she opened the page about Suis, she mentioned Scarlet Sovereignty.
She said that there was a wizard called “Tainted Blood Shadow” who stole Scarlet Sovereignty. Then Suis took the commission from King Guman and went to hunt down this Tainted Blood Shadow.
When talking about Suis leaving the Prosperous Continent and going to another land, Mirror Lady showed a sad expression.
When Angel connected these events, he suddenly felt a little uneasy.
Because he had once faced Suis… not in the Prosperous Continent, but in Vichy Harbor of the Old Land Continent.
At that time, he and Morrow were on the pier, preparing to board the Bohemia to go to the Prosperous Continent. Suis happened to be on the Bohemia, disembarking and entering the Old Land Continent.
It was just an insignificant encounter. However, thinking about Mirror Lady’s words, Angel realized that Suis came to the Old Land Continent to chase the person who stole Scarlet Sovereignty.
This made Angel feel uneasy for no reason, after all, his family was on the Old Land Continent.
However, the Old Land Continent was also vast, with many countries and a population of hundreds of millions.
The two wizards shouldn’t just happen to affect his own family, right?
Angel suppressed this hidden worry and arrived at Secret Bronze Street in the main city.
Then he found a small shop called “Storm”.
When he entered the shop, there was only an old man with a brown beard wrapped in a blue robe.
“Welcome, what can I help you with? We have the finest storm stones here, just transported from the Storm Valley.” The old man smiled at Angel.
Angel took a quick look and found that this shop specialized in selling storm stones.
Storm stones are a type of mineral that has been formed by the constant blowing of storms, carrying the energy of raging wind. They can be used for alchemy and as an auxiliary for wind spells. It is a common consumable material, and most wizards carry some.
Angel had storm stones in his bracelet, but they were not bought, but found in Black Castle.
His purpose for entering this shop was not to buy storm stones, but because the address left by the redhead was here.
“Having a good relationship with Storm Valley and being able to bring the purest storm stones, it seems that the shopkeeper has a good relationship with Storm Valley, huh?” Angel casually asked.
The old man laughed: “Don’t you know, sir, that the Storm Shop is run by the Storm Valley?”
“I see.” A faint light flashed in Angel’s eyes, confirming that the person who asked him to craft the counterfeit Scarlet King Crown indeed came from Storm Valley, as Sanders had said: “It’s my first time here, so I’m not familiar with the details.”
“No problem, which quality of storm rock do you plan to buy? I can recommend some for you.” The old man’s eyes narrowed into crescent shapes as he walked out from behind the counter and approached Angel.
“I don’t need storm rock for now. I’m here to find someone.”
“Find someone?” A sharp light flashed in the old man’s eyes: “Who are you looking for, sir?”
Angel took a tattered scroll from his bracelet and slowly unfolded it in front of the old man. Just as he flipped to a splash of bright red, the old man quickly reached out, took the scroll away, and stopped Angel from continuing to flip.
At the same time, he glanced cautiously outside the shop, making sure there were no magical eyes lingering before whispering: “So it’s Mr. Pat. Miss Eliza is currently downstairs testing a new spell. Please follow me.”
Besides knowing her name was Eliza, what Angel cared more about was… testing a spell? Was she a formal witch?
Apprentices use tricks. Only formal witches use what are called spells.
Angel remembered that the red-haired woman seemed to be an apprentice at the time. Was she hiding her true strength?
As he grew curious, the old man had already led him to the entrance of the basement of the “Storm” Shop.
The door was not closed, but the old man stopped first: “Mr. Pat, please wait a moment.”
Angel understood his meaning because the energy inside the door was extremely violent, a definite wizard-level energy fluctuation. Stepping in with his current strength would undoubtedly lead to death.
The energy fluctuation took quite a while to subside, and then a woman’s voice came from inside the door: “Come in.”
The old man stayed in place, indicating that Angel should go in alone.
Hearing that familiar voice, Angel knew in his heart that it must be the woman who asked him to craft the crown.
Angel walked in without looking at the chaotic training ground, his gaze directly fixed on the center of the training ground, where a woman in a tight, midriff-baring leather outfit stood.
Her neat red short hair and the strange smiling mask all proved her identity.
Unexpectedly, the person who asked him to craft the counterfeit Scarlet King Crown was indeed a formal witch!
As he had talked with Gloria, Angel always thought that his strength was just enough to help an apprentice with crafting. He never imagined that a formal witch would actually come to him for crafting.
“Mr. Pat, we meet again.”
Chapter 560 Bloodline Tracing <TOC> Chapter 562 Don't Overthink