Chapter 592 Professor Angelo <TOC> Chapter 594 Morrow's Task
Translator: SumTLMan
About two hours later, Herolin in the water curtain suddenly perked up her ears and then said to everyone: “I have received a message that Professor Angelo is on his way.”
Angelo’s arrival meant that the strings could be plucked. From the results obtained after plucking, the next steps could be deduced.
Before long, footsteps were heard outside the magic hut.
With a “creak,” the door was pushed open. Two people walked in one after the other, the one in front being a middle-aged man with short gray hair. His hair was neatly combed, his face clean and serious, and he wore gold-rimmed glasses. His attire was as strict and orderly as his appearance. It is worth mentioning that he held a small wooden board with a stack of parchment clamped on it, like a teaching plan.
The person walking behind him was a wizard’s apprentice wrapped in a black cloak, a bit skinny. Everyone glanced at him and then ignored him.
“Professor Angelo, can the information we have now support the final plucking?” Douglas approached.
Angelo, the gray-haired man with glasses, first bowed to Sanders sitting on one side, and then said to Douglas: “Lord Radiant, the information we have now is too little. It’s quite impossible to fully pluck the Strings of the World.”
“What does Professor Angelo mean?”
Angelo put down the wooden board in his hand, casually flipping through several sheets of parchment filled with dense formulas: “The results of our speculation might deviate from the truth, but I’ve tried my best, and I can’t analyze anything else. Unless…”
“Unless what?” Douglas leaned in.
“Unless someone can come out from the outer city, even a magical pet would do, I can get more data to conduct the next phase of analysis,” said Angelo.
“If someone could come out, they would have done so long ago. Why wait until now? And, as long as they come out, wouldn’t we know what’s going on inside? Why do we need to predict?” A sarcastic voice came from outside the door.
Immediately after, an old man dressed in a dark robe, with wrinkled skin, a white beard reaching his chest, entered.
“Lord Quete.” Everyone else paid their respects, and Angelo also stood up.
Only Sanders and Douglas remained still. Sanders had the greatest strength in the room, and in the strength-oriented wizard world, power meant seniority.
Douglas remained still because he and Quete were both part of the three pillars of Sleepless City. Both had reached the level of second-class wizards, so they didn’t need to pay respects.
“Quete, do you have any insights?” Douglas looked at Quete.
“No.” Quete shook his head, but his gaze inadvertently moved to Sanders.
He had been to the Nightmare Plane before, so he could sense the aura of the Nightmare Plane in that dark realm. He guessed that there might be a Nightmare Plane passage, but he wasn’t sure because, according to past experience, the Nightmare Plane passage could not last this long.
If one were to discuss who understands the Nightmare Plane the most, it would undoubtedly be Sanders. Not to mention his Nightmare Illusion Spell, the aura of the Nightmare Plane that occasionally swirls around him makes it impossible for Sanders to be uninvolved with the Nightmare Plane. Therefore, the only thing he can be certain of now is that Sanders must know some inside information.
Unfortunately, despite his many attempts and private inquiries, Sanders is unwilling to talk.
Because of some personal reasons, he doesn’t want to make his suspicions public. So, when faced with Douglas’s inquiry, he can only pretend not to hear.
Douglas didn’t expect Quete to have any insights, so his current hope was with Angelo. “So, Professor Angelo, what can you deduce at this point?”
Angelo quickly flipped through the parchment on the wooden board, with various formulas and data reflecting on his glasses. Finally, he said: “I can play the strings once, calculating a general direction without a specific standard.”
Douglas contemplated for a moment: “Then… can you predict whether the outer city’s situation will improve or worsen in the future?”
Angelo pondered for a while and said: “This is a judgment of a general direction, but the standards of good and bad vary from person to person. If judged by the String of the World, it may be based on the progress of the world. What is good for us may not necessarily be good for the world. So, it’s best to add a premise.”
“Can we use the overall interests of Sleepless City as the premise?”
“Do you mean to ask if the Dark Domain is good or bad for the overall interests of Sleepless City?” Angelo thought for a moment and nodded: “It’s possible.”
With that, Angelo directly cast the unique prophecy spell: “String Plucking Spell,” in front of everyone.
His wooden board transformed into countless illusions amid a dazzling magical power, and the parchment with formulas and algorithms turned into dust, blending into the illusions.
Among the arranged illusions, everyone felt a strange and immense aura, as if everything in the world was included within it.
At this moment, arcs of light appeared out of thin air, flashing between Angelo’s fingers.
Angelo’s fingers constantly curled, intercepting some arcs while letting others pass, allowing them to disappear into unknown spaces.
With every intercepted arc, a drop of sweat seeped from Angelo’s clean forehead. In no time, his face was covered in sweat, and his glasses fogged up with a layer of white mist.
When all the illusions disappeared, nearly a hundred arcs of light remained between Angelo’s fingers.
He took a deep breath and looked at Douglas with exhausted eyes: “The string plucking is complete, and I’ll start calculating now. Give me some time.”
Angelo took out another parchment and placed it on the wooden board. He took a quill pen, dipped it in blood ink, and began to write various unknown formulas while integrating the light arcs around his fingers into the parchment.
This process took a long time.
At first, Angel watched with great interest, wanting to know what Angelo could come up with, but soon felt his eyes becoming blurry and somewhat drowsy.
Sanders turned around and saw Angel, who kept nodding off but couldn’t help but look at Angelo’s wooden board.
Sanders chuckled and mentally communicated with Angel: “You better not look. Your realm is not high enough, and you won’t be able to see much. If you force yourself to remember, it might even harm your mental strength.”
Hearing Sanders say this, Angel naturally looked away: “Mentor, was that just the string plucking spell?”
Sanders nodded: “Yes, the three mainstream divisions of the prophecy wizards are the River of Destiny, the Wheel of Time, and the Strings of the World. String plucking is the spell to use the Strings of the World for one’s own benefit.”
“In addition to these three divisions, there are some smaller factions such as ‘Star Coordinate Axis’, ‘Bell of Inquiry’, ‘Silent Deities’… and so on. If you’re interested in divination, you can check out the —Doctrine of the Crown Star—, which is circulated every fifty years in the Shining Plane. Each issue will revise the factions.”
Angel had always thought that divination was either astrology or fortune-telling. He hadn’t expected that there would be so many divisions and factions in the divination field.
Indeed, the deeper he delved into the understanding of the Wizarding World, the more knowledge he gained, and the more he felt his own inadequacy.
Truth, repeatedly mentioned by wizards, is not sought for the power it can bring, but because the pursuit of truth requires acknowledging one’s own insignificance. Only by knowing how small and poor one is can one revere everything in this world.
…
Angelo was still calculating, while the other wizards in the magic hut whispered to each other. Some were talking about the Dark Domain outside the city, while others were gossiping about unrelated matters.
Angel leaned against the window with Toby, staring blankly at the distant outer city. Angel prayed that Nausica wouldn’t be inside, while Toby worried about Gloria’s safety.
As they were both worried, footsteps suddenly came from behind.
Angel turned around and saw a person with a stooped body, completely covered in a black cloak, approaching.
Angel remembered him; he was the apprentice wizard who had entered the hut with Angelo. However, as soon as he entered, he deliberately stayed out of sight of all the wizards and silently became an invisible man.
But why was he suddenly coming over now?
Angel looked at him. Could it be that he also intended to learn from those wizards and communicate with him?
Just as Angel was randomly guessing, an old voice suddenly came from the black cloak: “Angel, long time no see…”
Angel raised his head abruptly, looking at the other party with a puzzled expression.
From his tone, not only did he know Angel’s name, but he also seemed to know him. However, when Angel tried to recall, he couldn’t remember anyone with a similar voice in his memory.
Seeing Angel’s puzzled look, the man in the cloak gave a bitter smile, gently pulling down his hood.
Looking at the old, emaciated face before him, Angel was taken aback.
The face under the cloak was indeed familiar, but it was also somewhat different.
Freckles of old age filled both cheeks, the face emaciated to an unimaginable degree. High cheekbones, even through that thin layer of skin, one could vaguely see the white bones beneath.
Just two years ago, when Angel first saw him, although he was already quite old, he appeared very spirited.
In just two short years, the other party was still a third-level wizard apprentice, why had he become like this?
Angel hesitated for a moment and whispered: “Sir Morrow?”
The person in front of him was indeed Morrow. It was because of meeting Morrow that Angel was able to step into the world of wizards.
He also came from the Old Land Continent, his family being the backbone of the Goldfinch Empire – the Mengen family. There was a world of difference between them and the Pat family where Angel belonged; one was at the border and the other in the capital, with no connection.
However, because of the tea “Morning Dew After Rain,” Morrow was brought to the Pat Manor.
With the help of Morrow, Angel decided to embark on the path of wizards. At the same time, the Healing Ice Coffin scroll on Mentor Jon came from Morrow’s hands.
It could be said that without Morrow’s introduction, it would be almost impossible for Angel to step into the world of wizards in this life. In his heart, he was filled with gratitude towards Morrow.
However, he never expected to meet Morrow here and under such circumstances.
Chapter 592 Professor Angelo <TOC> Chapter 594 Morrow's Task