Chapter 755 Helen's Transformation <TOC> Chapter 757 The City of Lost Melodies
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In the Marcel District.
“Angel lives here?” Silkvine looked at the old, weather-stained building, “Not picky at all.”
“Silkvine… ” Seeing her cold gaze, Helen swallowed the word “miss” and said, “You wait here, I’ll go upstairs and talk to Angel.”
“Go ahead, I’ll wait for you here.” Silkvine didn’t feel offended by being asked to wait, after all, Angel was a well-known alchemist. Not only her, even Lady Pei would probably treat him with respect.
Helen ran upstairs, but not long after, she came back downstairs to the street garden, frowning.
“What, from your expression, he doesn’t want to see me?” Silkvine raised an eyebrow.
Helen shook her head: “No, when I went upstairs, I found that Sir Pat has already left. There’s no one in the room, I only found this note in the living room.”
Silkvine took the note, on it were neat and elegant words.
‘Regrettably, I couldn’t find a suitable talent in Moonset City. So, I plan to visit other cities. I won’t say goodbye to you, may we meet again if fate allows. Stay well. —Pat.’
A simple paragraph, without addressing anyone, but it was obviously left for Alvin and Helen.
“I didn’t expect him to leave just like that?” Silkvine shook her head in regret after reading it, “It seems every organization has a similar experience with Guide Missions, working hard and taking risks!”
“What a pity we didn’t get to meet him. That could have been a future great alchemist! Sigh… Once the opportunity is missed, it won’t be easy to meet again next time.” Silkvine sighed secretly in her heart.
Helen, holding the note, smiled at the corner of her mouth.
Such carefree abandon, truly enviable. However, I should be like this in the future too, right?
…
Although Angel left a note saying he was going to other cities, he hadn’t actually left yet. Instead, he went to White Shell Shipping Company near the port.
Bismarck, upon seeing him, touched his bald head with a complicated expression.
He had already learned about Angel’s identity from Mentor: a future alchemy master, a holder of the Research Institute’s access card. Moreover, Mentor revealed that not long ago, at the Ancient River Beach auction, one of Angel’s leisurely music boxes sold for two hundred thousand magic crystals.
With two hundred thousand magic crystals, he could be piled up to the level of a formal wizard. And that was just the price of one casually crafted alchemy piece by the other party.
Bismarck looked at Angel as if he was a magic crystal vein, wanting to win his favor immediately.
However, thinking back to the day he took the initiative to attack Angel, he hesitated.
A few days ago, it was Mentor who ordered him to apologize, so he had to do it. But now, if he bows his head to the other party, wouldn’t he lose his self-esteem?
“Ah, Sir Angel, how did you end up here?” Bismarck stepped forward, diligently pulling out a seat and placing his treasured Greenrose Royal tea set on the table, eager to please.
Dignity? Self-respect? What were those?
Angel looked at Bismarck, speechless. He remembered Bismarck being quite aloof just a few days ago, didn’t he?
“By the way, I have a small bag of magic algae powder that I got from Sky Auction. When you’re drinking tea, pour this in. Take a sip, and it’s more intoxicating and comfortable than visiting Bliss Pavilion.” Bismarck took out a small bag of blue powder, placing it on the table and boasting, though his expression showed pain.
Angel had heard of magic algae powder, a special algae powder extracted from the Magic Trench that stimulated the brain and released large amounts of pleasure-inducing hormones. Though not harmful to the body, it could be addictive with excessive use.
Angel pushed the bag of magic algae powder back: “No need, I came to you this time because I have some questions.”
“No problem, I’ll tell you everything I know,” Bismarck agreed quickly, barely stopping himself from bowing and scraping.
Without further ado, Angel got to the point: “Do you know someone called the Basket Witch?”
“The Basket Witch?” Bismarck pondered before shaking his head: “I’ve never heard of her. What, does this person have a grudge against you, Sir? Do you want me to help you deal with it?”
Angel waved his hand: “No grudge, just inquiring. Since you don’t know, I’ll take my leave.”
As Angel turned to leave, Bismarck felt his plan to curry favor today was not yet complete. He quickly came up with a new idea, “Sir Angel, don’t go yet. I may not know, but what about my mentor? How about I help you contact him?”
Angel hesitated for a moment: “Won’t it disturb Lord Sabo?”
“No, no, my mentor has plenty of time on his hands! I bet he’s probably in the Infinite Battle Tower right now, slacking off!” Bismarck sold out his mentor without hesitation. After all, they were separated by countless miles, and Sabo’s anger couldn’t reach him.
Angel didn’t doubt him: “In that case, I’ll trouble you. I’ll provide the magic crystal needed for the contact.”
Bismarck really wanted to say “no need, he can pay for it,” but it was too difficult to obtain magic crystals in this remote mortal continent… So, saving some was better than nothing.
“I appreciate it.” Bismarck shamelessly led Angel to the rooftop.
Meanwhile, in the Infinite Battle Tower on the 355th floor of Sky Mechanical City, Sabo was panting as he faced his opponent… a man dressed exactly like him.
It was also him, or rather, his projection.
The Infinite Battle Tower he was fighting in was different from the one open to apprentices for combat training in the outside world. This was the true Infinite Battle Tower, only open to official wizards of Sky Mechanical City.
The Infinite Battle Tower, transformed from one of the two strategic mysterious artifacts of Sky Mechanical City, the “Endless Corridor,” was said to have tens of thousands of floors. However, it has only been conquered to around 2,000 floors thus far.
Even thousands of years ago, when the legendary beings still existed in the Southern Region, the Endless Corridor was only ever conquered up to about 10,000 floors.
Rumor has it that the domain of the Endless Corridor could lead straight from the apprentice level to the miraculous.
However, it’s merely a rumor. The Southern Region currently lacks any legends, let alone miracles.
Returning to the present, Sabo has been on this floor for a long time, unable to rely on external forces. His chances of winning against a projection that has perfectly mastered his bloodline power are not high.
Nevertheless, Sabo is in excellent condition today. He has managed to turn several dangerous situations around and has launched two counterattacks from entirely unconventional ideas and angles. Although he is panting heavily, the projection opposite him isn’t faring much better.
“As long as I land one more hit, I can advance to the next floor!” Sabo concentrates his mental energy while encouraging himself.
The two of them go back and forth, sweat and blood dripping all over the floor, filled with the robust masculinity of the scene.
“Great opportunity!” Sabo had let his thoughts run wild just now, allowing his body to make a move autonomously, which happened to catch a weak spot in the projection.
Now the projection’s back is facing him, and as long as he constructs the bloodline spell model correctly, it will undoubtedly be defeated with a single strike!
But just as he was about to finish constructing the model, the blue earring on his ear suddenly glowed. Before Sabo could react, an annoying voice rang in his ear.
“Mentor, where are you? What are you doing? Are you free?”
Three consecutive annoying sounds!
Accompanying this voice was the projection’s energy-filled fist turning around.
No, I can’t handle this! Without any hesitation, Sabo shouted: “I surrender!”
Sabo understood that if he hadn’t surrendered, he would have been knocked to the ground by now. Even if he didn’t die, he would be severely injured!
As he spoke, the projection’s fist paused and eventually turned into specks of light, slowly disappearing before him.
“I was so close to success…” With a face as black as coal, Sabo muttered a name through gritted teeth: “Bis…marck!”
Angel looked puzzled as Bismarck continued to call out, but there was no image on the screen.
Bismarck frowned, “Could it be that Mentor is taking a bath or doing something indescribable?”
Angel: “…” Who would portray their own Mentor like that?
Coincidentally, as Bismarck spoke, the screen behind him lit up. Seeing Sabo’s face darkened with anger, Angel silently backed away, closed the door, and left.
In no time at all, a high-pitched scolding erupted from within the room.
Even standing outside the door, Angel could sense the anger emanating from the room… Ah, the fury originating from the distant Sky Mechanical City.
After a long while, Bismarck opened the door, his eyes devoid of emotion, and spoke in a mechanical tone, “Come in, Mentor is looking for you.”
Angel looked at Sabo on the screen, whose expression seemed to have softened considerably from before.
“Angel, I’ve already spoken with Merayesha a few days ago, and he’s aware of the situation. I’m not sure why he’s still insistent on going to the Feran Continent, but it’s no longer your concern,” Sabo said.
Angel expressed gratitude, “Thank you, Lord Sabo.”
“No problem.” Sabo dismissed it with a wave, “By the way, Bismarck mentioned you had something to discuss with me?”
Angel nodded, inquiring, “It’s not a big issue, but I was wondering if you’ve ever heard of the Basket Witch?”
Upon hearing the name “Basket Witch,” Sabo’s brows furrowed.
“Why are you suddenly asking about her? Have you gotten entangled with her in any way?”
“No, not entangled. I just heard the name because of an incident and wanted to know who she is.”
Angel didn’t mention the details, and Sabo didn’t ask. Instead, he advised, “She’s not someone to be trifled with. It’s best if you stay away from her.”
As Angel left the White Shell Shipping Branch, he had already learned the identity of the Basket Witch from Sabo.
The Basket Witch was, in fact, the actual owner of the Summer Dew Ridge, the Summer Dew Witch.
According to Sabo, Summer Dew was a True Knowledge Wizard. She was of Karabit descent and extremely passionate about biological modification. She was called the Basket Witch because she spent most of her time sitting atop a basket-like creature that she had personally modified.
Chapter 755 Helen's Transformation <TOC> Chapter 757 The City of Lost Melodies