Chapter 689 Illusion Transformation Spells <TOC> Chapter 691 Trivial Matters
Translator: SumTLMan
Promi Alchemy Shop.
There was no need for deliveries today, and the alchemy shop was already quite deserted. As evening approached, there were even fewer visitors.
David decided to leave the counter and went to the experimental table where the metal materials were placed. He held a meteorite in one hand and a star iron in the other, preparing to improve the material of the katana before closing the shop as night fell. He wanted to add cold materials to see if he could give the katana a frost effect.
The crafting spell was much slower than enchanting, but it was more stable and had a higher probability of producing material special effects. The limit was also higher than enchanting.
David slowly melted the materials, and his crafting gestures changed from time to time. It seemed as if there were invisible threads guiding the various materials to dance in the flames, full of mysterious implications.
Time slowly passed, and when a streak of starlight flashed across the streamlined blade, David’s eyes lit up.
“It’s done!”
David looked at the dazzling starlit katana in his hand, his face full of joy. He gently slashed at a distant trial stone, and a burst of intense cold erupted.
A scratch appeared on the trial stone, but it was only a shallow scratch. Judging from the depth of the mark, the sharpness had not yet reached the entry-level standard.
However, it was worth mentioning that a layer of frosty cold air enveloped the area near the scratch. This meant that, as David had hoped, the weapon now possessed a cold attribute.
“Now that it can attach special effects, the next step is to officially advance!” David calculated triumphantly in his heart.
But the next second, his smile froze.
The katana suddenly fell apart in his hands, shattering into pieces of rotten iron that fell to the ground and stirred up waves of cold air.
David was dumbfounded for quite a while before he reluctantly accepted the reality, “Ah, another failure.”
David crouched down, wanting to see what had gone wrong with the broken pieces of rotten iron. Why did they suddenly fall apart?
“What exactly is going on?” David put on his goggles and adjusted the thick lenses to make them into convex lenses. He carefully observed the patterns on the broken iron, “There’s no problem, could it be that the materials clashed?”
While David was muttering to himself, a faint voice suddenly sounded from the front desk.
“There’s no clash between the materials, but the cold attribute is indeed a bit too strong.”
The sudden voice made David abruptly raise his head. He saw Angel, dressed in black gentleman attire, unknowingly appear in the shop. He was now sitting at a table in the center of the shop, looking at the broken iron debris under David’s feet.
“Angel, how did you suddenly come?” David’s expression was first joyful, and then he suddenly thought of the broken copper and iron on the ground and became somewhat embarrassed: “I made a fool of myself. I was just experimenting, but somehow it shattered…”
Angel glanced at the frosty white vapor still rising from the debris on the ground and said to David, “Meteorite, star iron, and winter cold sand. The three cold materials can complement each other when fused together, but the coldness is too strong, and the main material is too sparse, which is why it broke apart.”
David was puzzled, “So you’re saying that the coldness is too strong, and I added too much cold material, so I need to reduce it?”
Angel: “You can choose that, but the effect may be greatly reduced, and whether the final result will have a frost effect is questionable.”
“How should I solve it then? Change the main material? All three cold auxiliary materials are unranked, and my main material is also unranked, so they should be well-matched.”
“The solution is simple: extend the heating time. It will solidify some of the coldness and make the main material more compact.”
The solution Angel gave made David a little confused, “Is it that simple?”
“It’s that simple.”
David carefully recalled the previous crafting situation and realized that he indeed didn’t heat it for long enough, only following the standard heating time for a normal blade. He mentally simulated the situation with extended heating and felt that this method should be feasible.
Thinking about this, David showed gratitude to Angel.
“So that’s it. A small mistake like this caused everything afterward to collapse… Hey, how did you know I used these materials and didn’t heat them enough? Did you enter the shop when I started crafting? Why didn’t you let me know?” David asked curiously.
Angel shook his head, “I just arrived.”
“Just arrived, then how did you discover my crafting flaw…” As David was speaking, he suddenly remembered something and looked into Angel’s eyes.
His blue eyes were as clear as the sky.
“You have residual energy in your eyes. Did you learn the Eye of Nalda?!” David asked in amazement.
Seeing Angel nod, David rubbed his temples, “No wonder you saw through it at a glance… But the Eye of Nalda requires so much accumulated foundation, and you actually learned it?! I started so many years earlier than you, and I probably don’t even have one-tenth of your foundation. I feel like I’ve been living a dog’s life all these years!”
David felt somewhat disheartened; every time he faced Angel, he felt like a fool.
David picked up the debris on the ground with a heavy heart, adjusting his mood as he cleaned. Once the ground was clean and tidy, he regained his composure, took off his goggles, and sat across from Angel.
“Your reputation has been on the rise recently; many apprentices have come to me looking for you, hoping to have weapons custom-made by you. Some official wizards even sent their apprentices to me, inquiring whether they could have you craft an alchemical illusion realm.” David paused, “However, I brushed them off, saying I couldn’t contact you, and for those who wanted an alchemical illusion realm, I told them about the Ancient River Beach auction.”
“In that case, I don’t think my alchemical illusion realm will go unsold.” Angel stroked his chin, recalling his recent conversation with Spivey about the Ancient River Beach, worried that it might not sell.
David: “It definitely won’t go unsold. I estimate the final auction price will be quite shocking. After all, Lady Gloria created her spells using your alchemical illusion realm.”
“The spells created by Lady Gloria have little to do with my alchemical illusion realm.” Angel briefly explained.
David nodded, “I thought so. But that’s the rumor among the apprentices. It’s hard to believe that a wizard could create spells just like that; otherwise, wouldn’t it be possible to mass-produce true knowledge wizards? If that were the case, you probably wouldn’t be sitting here with me; you’d have been treated like a treasure and captured by now.”
Angel just smiled and didn’t respond. David’s words hit the nail on the head; while the Mysterious Object’s effects weren’t as good as he described, if someone discovered its secret, Angel would likely be captured.
“Why do you have time to come to me when you’re in the limelight right now?” David asked curiously. “You can send me a message if you need something, and I’ll come to you. By coming here, you might attract attention.”
Angel showed off the bracelet on his hand, “With this, not many people will notice me.”
“I came to ask you about something.”
David looked at Angel, waiting for him to speak.
“Have you heard of substitute puppets?” Angel’s voice carried a hint of unusual emotion.
David pondered for a moment and nodded, “I know about them. They are disposable alchemical puppets, made through a special kind of biological alchemy using living creatures. It sounds cruel, but the subjects used for alchemy are usually criminals, so it doesn’t make much of a difference.”
“Why did you suddenly think to ask about this? Is the matter you’re asking me about related to substitute puppets?”
Angel shook his head, “No, I just want to know where in our Savage Grottoes those people who were turned into substitute puppets are kept, and where the injections of their bloodlines take place?”
“I don’t know what you mean, but if you’re referring to a place specifically for injecting those ‘sinners’ with a one-time bloodline, there shouldn’t be one.” David looked at Angel perplexedly, not knowing what Angel wanted to do.
“No such concentrated place?”
“Definitely not. Think about it, why would you need a designated place for such a trivial matter?” David said.
Seeing Angel’s expression slowly sinking, David curiously asked, “Why are you suddenly concerned about this?”
Angel was silent for a while before finally saying, “A… friend of mine was taken there.”
“Your friend? A sinner?”
“Sinner?” A figure flashed through Angel’s mind: “Perhaps so. Being unable to choose one’s birth is a sin.”
David didn’t understand Angel’s meaning, but he didn’t choose to ask further. Instead, he offered some advice: “Is he a good friend of yours?”
Angel sighed softly, “He once helped me with some things. Although I’ve already repaid the favor, now that he’s about to be crafted into a substitute puppet, I’m still a bit worried. I just want to see if there’s any room for leniency.”
Someone who helped you? David pondered for a while, as if recalling someone.
“You mean… Baruba?”
“You know him too?”
“I don’t, but I’ve talked to Shalem before, and we mentioned Baruba. He said that Baruba once saved your life from an assassin,” David said.
“That’s right. That’s who I’m talking about.”
In fact, Angel knew from the beginning that Baruba would eventually be crafted into a substitute puppet. He had also lamented Baruba’s tragic fate, but their relationship was neither close nor distant. Since repaying Baruba’s favor, he hadn’t paid further attention to Baruba’s affairs.
However, when Spivey suddenly told him that Flora hoped he could personally help her craft Baruba into a substitute puppet, Angel’s mood suddenly became a bit gloomy.
To Spivey, Flora, and others, this was just a trivial matter, but it left Angel extremely conflicted.
It was probably a feeling of empathy for another’s misfortune.
Baruba was just a half-blood of an otherworldly barbarian and native human race, while Jon was a genuine otherworlder. Baruba’s fate might be Jon’s future fate.
With such a mood, Angel’s emotions had been somewhat low since Spivey left.
Moreover, Angel had only known the outcome of Baruba, but when it came to handling this outcome himself, he realized that he was somewhat hesitant. Especially since Baruba had once saved him.
Even if the favor had been repaid, it was difficult to forget the gratitude.
After much deliberation, Angel decided to go find Baruba. He didn’t know what he would do when he found Baruba, but rather than letting his heart continue to feel uneasy, it was better to face him directly.
Chapter 689 Illusion Transformation Spells <TOC> Chapter 691 Trivial Matters