Chapter 688 Six Bullets <TOC> Chapter 690 Substitute Puppet
Translator: SumTLMan
After Angel returned to his bedroom, he recorded the test data of the Prelude of Reincarnation and Sanders’ final conclusions in his notebook. He then wrote about some insights and experiences he had during the testing of the Prelude of Reincarnation.
Although he hadn’t thought about publishing the matter of the Prelude of Reincarnation yet, he still needed to draw conclusions. After all, memories can last forever, but insights often vanish in an instant.
The testing of the Prelude of Reincarnation ultimately ended with an answer that was neither good nor bad.
Putting away his notebook, Angel took out the one Sanders gave him, which recorded the basic tricks and theories of the major schools of illusion.
Sanders earnestly advised him to first determine a main school. Angel had his own ideas about this, but before deciding on his main school, he decided to dabble in all of the schools and then compare and choose.
Angel had already learned illusion spells from most of the schools, and he was particularly interested in and made quick progress with some, such as the formation school. Others, like the auditory illusion school, he felt required more innate talent, which he did not possess.
He had practiced many of the mainstream schools as well.
Now, only the “Mirage,” “True Illusion,” and “Transformation” schools remained for him to explore.
With the matter of the Prelude of Reincarnation temporarily settled, he planned to ask Sanders for advice on some problems he encountered during his studies before Sanders left.
Since time was tight and Sanders would be leaving soon, Angel could only dabble in one school during this period. So, he had to decide on the priority order for learning.
Mirage, a school that complements nature by controlling temperature, environment, and weather changes, was one of the two schools of illusion with “World Illusions.” True Illusion was a school that walked between reality and deception. Transformation was a school that specialized in changing and perceiving details.
Of the three, Mirage was the most difficult to enter, but once one advanced in their studies, the choice of school didn’t matter much, as long as they had time to master them all, depending on their understanding.
After pondering for a moment, Angel ultimately decided to prioritize learning the Transformation School.
Although Mirage was difficult to enter, Angel had once received some related heritage in the Purification Garden through Eudes’ Mirage Pearl, so he felt that self-study shouldn’t be a problem.
As for True Illusion, Angel heard that Sumesh was a true wizard of the True Illusion school, and he would return to the Savage Grottoes soon. Although Sumesh might not give him guidance, there was still a chance. If Sumesh offered him some advice on account of Sanders, it would make entering the True Illusion school much easier.
So, having ruled out Mirage and True Illusion, Angel decided to put Transformation at the top of his learning list before Sanders left.
After deciding on the school of magic to study, Angel began to deeply read and learn about transformation-related spells.
The introductory spell of transformation is called “Illusion Transformation”, which is a second-level spell, and its main effect is actually to change one’s appearance, allowing one to transform into other people or creatures.
Angel could achieve the same effect with basic illusion spells and nightmare spells, so it seemed that the Illusion Transformation Spell might not be very useful. On the contrary, the Illusion Transformation Spell is the crux of the entire Transformation School.
The core of the Illusion Transformation Spell is not transformation, but rather the convergence of illusion nodes to avoid being seen through by other wizards. Therefore, illusion wizards prefer to call the Illusion Transformation Spell — Basic Convergence Spell.
It can be said that most of the spells and spells in the Transformation School revolve around how to converge, hide or even discard illusion nodes.
This spell was very useful to Angel. As long as he learned it, with the weakening presence of Boundless Silence in the front and the Illusion Transformation Spell to change his appearance, his safety would be greatly improved.
For the next period, Angel was immersed in the Illusion Transformation Spell.
The hands on the clock on the wall slowly moved, and in the blink of an eye, it was evening.
As Angel was engrossed in his studies, suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
“Master Pat, Miss Flora’s disciple said he wants to see you. He is now in the second-floor reception room. Do you need to decline?” When the door opened, Butler Goode was standing at the entrance.
Flora’s disciple? Spivey?
A puzzled look appeared on Angel’s face, “What does he want with me?”
Goode shook his head, “I don’t know, but Miss Flora just left, and he was left behind.”
Angel thought for a moment and nodded to Goode, “Alright, I’ll change my clothes and head over.”
A short while later, Angel arrived at the second-floor reception room, lifted the curtain, and saw a handsome young man sitting on the sofa with one leg crossed over the other. A string of red vine berries dangled between his long, fair fingers, swaying as he leisurely savored them.
It was Spivey.
Compared to when they were in the Sleepless City, Spivey had clearly accepted his new identity, and judging by his attire, he seemed quite comfortable.
It’s worth mentioning that Spivey was now a first-level apprentice, progressing much faster than Angel initially did.
Upon entering, Angel nodded to him and sat down opposite him, “You were looking for me?”
Spivey swallowed the red vine berries in his hand and nodded nonchalantly, “It’s Flora who wants to see you, I’m just the messenger.”
Angel frowned, “Miss Flora is your mentor, calling her by her name seems a bit inappropriate.”
Spivey casually waved his hand, “Why so serious? She’s not even here. Rules are not meant to be followed so strictly. Just relax.”
Angel frowned but did not comment on Spivey’s attitude. What he insisted on was not the rules, but a kind of wisdom for an apprentice to survive. For a wizard, one must hold absolute respect; otherwise, if the wizard is angered and kills you, there is nowhere to complain.
Spivey seemed to have adapted to the identity of an apprentice, but clearly had not yet found the way to survive as an apprentice.
“What does Miss Flora want with me?” Angel went straight to the point.
Spivey pouted, “We can talk about that later. First, can you clear up my confusion? What’s the deal with the alchemical illusion that allowed Gloria to create a spell?”
Angel: “What does it have to do with you?”
Spivey squinted his eyes and spread his hands on the back of the sofa, “Are you unwilling to answer me, or is there something unspeakable going on?”
Angel’s expression remained unchanged, indifferently saying, “Did Miss Flora ask you to inquire?”
“No, just my personal curiosity.” Spivey grinned, his mouth forming an upward curve.
“Then why should I explain to you?” Angel asked back, “Or are you commanding me as Grak?”
Spivey’s expression changed in an instant. Angel’s words were obviously a reminder not to forget his current identity.
Spivey glared at Angel for a long time, and just when Angel thought he was going to vent his anger, Spivey suddenly laughed, and it was a very flattering laugh.
“Brother Pat, can’t you just clear up my doubts?”
The tone of the sentence was extremely coquettish, especially when calling Angel’s name, the deliberately elongated ending made his goosebumps rise.
Now Angel somewhat understood why the people of Twilight’s Edge despised Grak, even calling him Little Demon, because this guy was utterly shameless.
Such a thick-skinned wizard was indeed a rare sight.
Seeing that Angel remained silent, Spivey widened his eyes and looked at him innocently, “Please tell me, I’m just curious. I promise I won’t tell anyone else.”
Angel rolled his eyes internally, his face still cold, “If you really want to know, go to the Ancient River Beach auction during the Month of Cold. I will have a work of alchemical illusion for auction there.”
Spivey hesitated for a moment, his expression changing to a pitiful one, “We are both from the Phantom Master lineage. Why be so distant?”
As for Spivey’s various pleading and acting pitiful afterwards, Angel didn’t respond at all.
Spivey twitched the corner of his mouth: “I’m sure your alchemy illusion formation has something fishy about it, and it’s definitely not like the rumors from the outside world.”
Angel quietly looked at him, as if he were looking at a fool.
Spivey: “Fine, I’ll buy it! The Ancient River Beach, right? Once I’ve bought it, as the consignor, I’ll have some questions, and you won’t refuse to answer them, will you?”
Angel: “We’ll talk about it after you’ve bought it.”
Angel said this, but in his heart, he thought: By the time you buy it and return to the Savage Grottoes, I’ll probably be gone…
Seeing that Angel was impervious, Spivey finally gave up asking and listlessly revealed his purpose.
“There’s no big deal with Flora looking for you. She just wanted me to tell you that when you have time, help her out…”
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After Spivey left, Angel sat on the sofa in silence for a while.
His expression was slightly gloomy.
Not until Butler Goode, brought in a cup of sap from the Milk Fruit Tree did Angel come back to his senses.
“I don’t want to drink it now, give it to Wimbledon.” Angel declined and then got up and walked outside.
Goode paused briefly, as this was the first time Angel had refused. He looked back at the direction Angel was leaving and noticed he wasn’t returning to the bedroom but walking out towards the outside of Phantom Island.
“That’s a bit strange,” Goode muttered softly.
“Grandpa, what’s strange?” Wimbledon’s voice came from the side. Looking back, Wimbledon had somehow come to his side.
Goode turned his head and slapped him hard on the head: “How many times have I told you? Your head has no memory. You can’t call me like that here.”
Wimbledon pouted, “Alright, grandpa… Butler Goode, what were you just mumbling about? What’s strange and not strange?”
Goode handed the sap in his hand to Wimbledon: “It’s nothing, you take this and drink it. It’s a reward from the young master.”