Chapter 631 Remnants of the Golden Thread <TOC> Chapter 633 The Growth of Each Person
Translator: SumTLMan
Watching Sanders leave, Angel felt a slight unease in his heart. He had an intuition that perhaps the events in Sleepless City would continue to ferment, especially since he had just returned from Hippocrates, seeing the desolate and miserable state of Hippocrates made Angel feel like he was seeing the future of Sleepless City.
What exactly was the purpose of Yorkshire and their group, even now they still hadn’t figured it out. As for how far Sleepless City would go in the end, nobody knew.
Angel shook his head, thinking that these matters actually didn’t concern him. He simply continued to ride the Gondola, slowly heading towards Phantom Island.
The weather on Phantom Island was always sunny. Angel followed the drifting clouds and soon arrived at the boundary of Phantom Island.
Along the way, the Gondola he was riding on frequently attracted people’s attention. At a time when most people’s vehicles were brooms, the Gondola looked quite extravagant. Fortunately, the starry sky curtain concealed the identity of the person riding the Gondola.
Upon arriving at Phantom Island, Angel had yet to enter the island when he saw a graceful figure walking on Sky Bridge connecting Phantom Island.
“Nausica, what are you doing here?” Angel exclaimed with surprise.
Nausica held a pipe in her hand, exhaling faint smoke from her mouth. The swirling smoke blended with the clouds, creating an ethereal and transcendent atmosphere.
She walked up to Angel’s side, bringing a serene and elegant rose scent.
“I’ve been waiting for you to appear near the Falling Cloud Leaf Platform, but I didn’t expect to wait for a whole week.” Nausica flicked her hair, and suddenly her expression became fixed with a hint of strangeness: “How do I feel that your strength seems to have made a big leap in just a week?”
“It’s just your imagination,” Angel changed the subject: “What were you waiting for me for?”
“Weren’t you asking me to help you look into the bloodline issues of the Kulakuka tribe? That’s why I’ve been waiting for you here. If you didn’t come back, I think I would have found a safe place to merge the bloodline.” Although she had been camping outdoors for a week, there was no sign of discomfort on Nausica’s face, but rather a sense of anticipation for the future.
“Merging bloodlines is a risky matter, be sure to make thorough preparations,” Angel earnestly advised.
“This is natural. I haven’t just been waiting for you at the Falling Cloud Leaf Platform these days, but also went to the Cloud Library and rented information on the Nether Demon Bloodline. I have a general understanding of the situation. Coupled with the information Spivey told me, the risk is already very low.”
“That’s good,” Angel said, walking with Nausica towards the center of Phantom Island. “By the way, although I have heard of the rumors about Nether Demons, I have never really seen what it looks like. When you merge with the bloodline, you won’t grow any strange things, right? Like fleshy wings and demon tails or something?”
“Nether Demons look very similar to humans, but they are about twice as big. They have bull horns on their heads and definitely have demon tails,” Nausica shrugged. “As for what physical changes will occur when I merge with the bloodline, I can’t control that. But I don’t care about appearances, whatever it looks like, as long as it can take me further, I can pay any price.”
Nausica’s nature is like this; her dream is to be eternal and immortal. However, Angel knew that she could say this, but when the time came to pay the price, she would have her own limits. For example, she would never cross the line when it came to freedom and her bottom line. But if it’s just a change in appearance, it’s just a small matter to her and she doesn’t care.
Speaking of bloodlines, Angel couldn’t help but think of another close friend – Shalem.
Angel: “Speaking of bloodlines, I remember what David told me that Shalem disappeared before you went to Sky Mechanical City to participate in the Purification Garden. He said he went to…”
Nausica: “Merge with the bloodline.”
“Yes, David said he went to merge with the bloodline… but it’s been almost four months now, and he hasn’t shown up yet. Do you know where he went?”
Nausica shook her head. When it came to Shalem, Nausica’s expression was also slightly worried. The Deep Blue Bloodline was a bottle full of unknowns and dangers, and no one knew what risks would arise. Moreover, Shalem had not appeared for a long time, which made her worry.
Nausica thought for a moment: “I don’t know where he went, but maybe someone knows.”
Angel: “Who?”
In Angel’s surprised eyes, Nausica uttered a name that Angel had never thought of: “Book Ancestor.”
Nausica: “Do you remember what Shalem’s most precious thing is?”
Angel nodded. Anyone who had interacted with Shalem, or even just observed him, would know: “A book, he has a thick-shell book that he carries with him.”
“Yes, that’s the book. I don’t know what he was thinking, but his obsession with the book led him to meet Book Ancestor. Book Ancestor told him that if he wanted to transform the book into a spirit, he must become a Sage’s Body. For this purpose, Shalem was so persistent in pursuing the Deep Blue Bloodline,” Nausica paused: “Since Book Ancestor told him about this, I estimate that Book Ancestor would also know Shalem’s whereabouts.”
“However, knowing this doesn’t help, as Book Ancestor hasn’t appeared for a long time,” Nausica sighed.
Angel was also somewhat disappointed. Book Ancestor’s character was the most peculiar among the three Great Ancestral Spirits. He usually stayed in the Cloud Library, unseen by anyone and inaccessible. Although Angel had met Book Ancestor, he had never seen him again in the library after that encounter.
Angel sighed: “There’s nothing we can do. It’s his choice, and we must respect it. I just hope he’s safe.”
The disappearance of Shalem left both of them feeling somber.
After a long while, Angel broke the silence, this time turning the topic to the Kulakuka tribe.
Although he had briefly mentioned the Kulakuka tribe’s situation when he was in Mechanical City, some details were not clear. Angel decided to explain it again, including Sanders’ previous suggestions about the Kulakuka tribe.
After listening, Nausica did not immediately express her opinion, as she had not yet truly met the Kulakuka tribe. Any comments now would be of no use.
“I didn’t expect that Lord Sanders would allow you to settle the Kulakuka tribe in his mansion,” Nausica said with a look of astonishment.
To Angel, Sanders’ image was entirely different from how others perceived him.
Accompanied by the constant roars of the phantom beasts in the forest, they arrived at the center of Phantom Island.
It was Nausica’s first time visiting Sanders’ mansion. Even though she knew Sanders was not there, she felt very constrained. From the moment she entered the estate, she tensed up and spoke much less.
Goode, the butler, came forward at this time: “Young Master Pat.”
Angel nodded, indicating Goode to take Nausica to the greenhouse to check on the Kulakuka tribe’s situation. He then returned to his bedroom to change into a loose, comfortable wizard’s robe. Although his gentleman’s attire didn’t show any dirt, Angel felt somewhat repulsed after wearing it for so many days.
Feeling refreshed, Angel walked out of the bedroom towards the greenhouse. However, before he could leave the front door, he smelled an enticing aroma that awakened his long-dormant appetite.
In a daze, Angel followed the scent to the kitchen.
At the entrance of the kitchen, Angel encountered another guest who was attracted by the aroma: Wimbledon.
Even though he was wearing the unique attire of a dark shadow servant, his short stature revealed his identity. He sniffed continuously through the gap in the kitchen, looking very content, as if just smelling the scent was like enjoying a delicious meal.
Before Angel could approach, another dark shadow servant came over, scolded Wimbledon for a few words, and then pulled him away.
As this dark shadow servant passed by Angel, he paused for a moment and whispered to Angel: “Greetings, young master Pat.”
Angel, listening to the familiar voice, asked in confusion: “You are… 233?”
“Yes.”
Number 233, when Angel had been left unconscious by Parasite Mother, had transformed into Angel and participated in the remaining Sky Tower competitions on his behalf, so Angel was very familiar with his voice.
“233, who is inside?” Angel pointed at the kitchen.
Before 233 could answer, Wimbledon blurted out: “I know! It’s Lady Gloria!”
233 knocked on Wimbledon’s head: “You’re not showing proper respect; this is not your place to speak.”
Although he was scolding Wimbledon, 233’s tone was clearly indulgent. Angel didn’t expect that Wimbledon was living a carefree life here.
After saying goodbye to 233, Angel came to the kitchen entrance again. As Wimbledon said, he could hear Gloria’s voice inside.
However, it wasn’t pleasant words. Gloria was talking to someone, and her speech was filled with obscenities and curses.
Angel, puzzled, pushed the kitchen door open slightly. As a result, he immediately caught Gloria’s attention: “Angel, you’re back?”
Angel smiled awkwardly, pushed the kitchen door wide open, and walked in.
As soon as he approached, Angel found out who Gloria had been scolding just now… It was also a group of dark shadow servants, but their robes were not black, they were white.
Angel knew their identity, as the chef responsible for the meals here.
“Where’s your mentor? Didn’t they come back with you?” Gloria asked Angel while dealing with the ingredients in her hands.
“Lord Wallace called Mentor to Sleepless City again,” Angel briefly explained the situation in Sleepless City.
Gloria pouted, not commenting on the matter, but kept complaining about Sanders’ waste in her mouth.
Angel listened carefully and realized that Sanders was eating extremely precious ingredients, which Angel was aware of. However, there were no gourmet wizards here, and these ingredients were simply prepared and served.
Gloria’s anger was directed at the chefs who had no idea how to cook these ingredients, messing everything up, and turning the originally excellent ingredients into something subpar.
Angel had experienced it before… Last time Angel had dinner here, they never stayed to eat again, because the ingredients were too shocking and almost raw.
“If it weren’t for their wastefulness, I wouldn’t bother coming to cook,” Gloria paused: “Since you’re back, I’ll save a portion for you in the kitchen. Remember to come and eat later.”
Angel’s eyes lit up, nodding vigorously, fearing that Gloria would change her mind the next second.
Chapter 631 Remnants of the Golden Thread <TOC> Chapter 633 The Growth of Each Person