Chapter 767 Additional Effects <TOC> Chapter 769 Snowlay Garden
Translator: SumTLMan
After pondering for a long time, Angel still couldn’t figure it out, and he even wanted to craft another one to try. However, due to the scarcity of materials and the fact that he was on a continent dominated by mortals, there was no way to replenish the materials, so he eventually had to give up.
At least having this effect was better than having none at all.
Angel returned his attention to the cloak in front of him. The base color was pure black, embroidered with faint dark gold runes, and when the wind blew, a hint of golden lines floated and swirled.
The inner lining was bright red, made from high-quality Fire Rat Fur, which had self-cleaning and temperature-regulating properties.
The golden shoulder clasp was for the right shoulder, adorned with a teardrop-shaped crystal at the end.
The crystal served not only as decoration but also as a treasure with spatial properties, allowing the cloak to be stored in the crystal at any time. At the same time, the power source for the cloak was also located within the crystal.
Although the cloak only had black, dark gold, and bright red colors, these three colors belonged to the noble color scheme, and combined with the golden floating runes, the final appearance was quite pleasing.
It was in line with Angel’s aesthetics, being neither ostentatious nor dull.
Angel was satisfied with the overall cloak. However, its original designer – Nano, would probably be furious, as his final design featured a bright purple inner lining, grass green base, and bright red floating runes.
Such bold and unconventional color combinations were probably only suitable for Nano to wear out in public.
Angel was satisfied with the cloak’s appearance and effect so far. Now, he needed to test the endurance of the Poem of the Void when activated.
Angel took a magic crystal from his bracelet and placed it near the teardrop clasp. The magic crystal naturally merged into the pendant.
As the power source gradually filled up, the teardrop clasp began to flash with a faint golden glow.
After putting on the cloak, Angel activated the “Poem of the Void” magic formation. Simultaneously, the golden glow from the teardrop clasp transformed into countless light ribbons that merged into the cloak.
Under the protection of the Poem of the Void, Angel did not sense any changes in his surroundings or any energy fluctuations. Instead, he felt an inexplicable sense of security.
If it weren’t for the fact that the energy in the magic crystal was constantly declining, he wouldn’t have even noticed that the Poem of the Void was taking effect.
Based on the rate of energy decline in the magic crystal, Angel roughly estimated that one crystal could maintain the effect for about three days when the Poem of the Void was fully activated.
A single magic crystal could sustain the effect for more than 70 hours, which seemed impressive at first glance. However, upon closer inspection, one would realize the enormous cost involved.
As no one knew when a prophecy wizard would prophesy about him, Angel had to wear the cloak long-term for his own safety and the safety of his family, never removing it for a moment.
This meant that he had to replace a magic crystal every three days, and even then, there was a 99% chance that the consumed magic crystals would not have played any actual role.
This cloak is the embodiment of burning through money completely and utterly!
If it were any other apprentice, they probably wouldn’t be able to withstand the speed of such wanton consumption.
Fortunately, Angel had plenty of magic crystals on him, so even maintaining this for an extended period wouldn’t pose a problem. Nevertheless, Angel still felt a pang of heartache…
Since he had already activated the magic formation of Poem of the Void, Angel didn’t plan to turn it off anymore. From this moment on, he would keep the effects of Poem of the Void on at all times.
Thankfully, Poem of the Void was an aura effect, so Angel didn’t have to wear it twenty-four hours a day.
The cloak could be stored in a teardrop clasp and still function. However, the range of the aura would be significantly reduced, only shielding him alone.
“Experiment complete.” Angel stretched lazily, took out his personal notebook, and began recording today’s crafting results.
In particular, Angel made a note of Cassini and the mysterious special effect that appeared on the cloak. These issues would need to be resolved in the future.
When Angel finally put down his pen, he gave the cloak a name.
—Blood Night Sanctuary.
The cloak’s exterior was the color of the night, while the lining was the red of blood. Its effect was to be immune to prophecy spells. Hence, Angel chose this name.
He felt quite pleased with himself in the moment, only realizing how cheesy the name chosen was when he looked back at his notes in the future.
The creation of Blood Night Sanctuary meant that he had no more lingering concerns for the time being. The Rat Ant Underground Society would basically have no chance of finding him through prophecy spells. Allowing the tension in his heart finally be relaxed. Coupled with the sense of security provided by “Poem of the Void,” Angel enjoyed a rare night of peaceful sleep.
His dreams were blank, as comfortable as being back in his mother’s embrace.
Gentle chanting sounds whispered softly in his ears, like heavenly music, driving away all negative and evil intrusions.
The next morning, Angel’s spirits were unprecedentedly high. The cluttered, complex thoughts from before had vanished, and at this moment, he felt as if he had been reborn. Thinking back on the dream he had last night, Angel began to understand why this magic formation was called “Poem of the Void.”
It was still a new day of heavy snowfall.
After getting up, Angel took his Gondola directly to a secluded, flat area in a desolate mountain range thousands of miles away from the City of Lost Melodies. He took out various materials and alchemical tools and began the day’s alchemy.
During the alchemy process, an Omen Sign appeared again.
However, this time Angel was already well-versed in handling it and easily overcame the challenge. As the Omen Sign disappeared, a dark, gray feather that seemed not to blend with the world appeared before him.
This was a feather specifically crafted for Toby, called: Dark Feather.
Contrasting with the Snowy Feather, its grade was in the lower-middle rank.
In the past, whether it was the Rat Ant Underground Society or Jiebo, they had discovered Angel’s whereabouts mainly because Toby’s presence was too strong.
Hence, Angel specifically crafted this Dark Feather, which bore the inscription “Boundless Silence,” so that if Toby were to undertake tracking missions in the future, he would be less likely to be discovered.
Toby concealed the Dark Feather among the chest feathers beneath his neck, where its color blended perfectly with its surroundings, and as a result, Toby’s presence gradually diminished.
Had Angel not been constantly watching Toby, he might have inadvertently overlooked him as well.
“Let’s go, it’s time to leave,” Angel called back an excited Toby, who had received a new toy, and once again boarded the Gondola.
Having completed crafting the Dark Feather, Angel intended to leave the City of Lost Melodies.
His original purpose for visiting the city was to find clues about Lucas, but unfortunately, he found nothing after searching for quite some time. With spies from Jiebo lurking around, Angel eventually gave up on meddling with Lucas’s affairs.
Staying in the City of Lost Melodies would be a waste of time since he couldn’t find any talented individuals there. It would be better to head to Moonset City early, take Drew with him, and leave the Feran Continent.
Before leaving, however, Angel planned to make a trip back to the Count of New Rosberg’s residence.
He had promised Nite previously that he would give him the Pale Blue Water before leaving and naturally wouldn’t go back on his word.
The Gondola moved swiftly, and in just a few minutes, they arrived at White Oak Mountain. Angel put away the Gondola and, wearing his flying boots, headed towards the Count of New Rosberg’s residence.
A short while later, Angel arrived at the snow-covered Count’s residence. As he hovered in midair, his Blood Night Sanctuary fluttered loudly in the snowy wind.
Scanning with his mental power, he quickly found Nite in the backyard, chatting and laughing with a young girl.
Angel landed directly next to Nite.
Nite jumped at first but immediately approached Angel and bowed with the young girl.
“Sir, do you have any orders for me?” Nite asked respectfully.
Angel glanced at him, then at the young girl beside him. Both of their faces bore a hint of blush, and there was an unmistakable ambiguity in their eyes.
“It seems I’ve interrupted a tender moment between you two,” Angel said with a smile.
Nite coughed twice, “You’re joking, sir. Sanna and I were just, just…”
Unable to finish his sentence, the plainly dressed girl Sanna spoke up, “Honorable wizard, I am merely a gardener of the Snowlay Garden, and I have no relationship with young master Nite.”
Nite shook his head immediately, “Sanna, I truly have feelings for you…”
Sanna’s expression darkened somewhat, as she was only a servant, and Nite was a young nobleman. Even if they had feelings for each other, it would be difficult for them to be together without being separated by their different social standings.
Angel observed for a moment and quickly understood the clichéd story of the nobleman’s son falling in love with the gardener’s daughter.
“Enough, you two sort out your affairs,” Angel interrupted their affectionate interaction and said to Nite, “I came here to give you this.”
A bottle containing a light blue liquid was handed to Nite.
Upon seeing the bottle, a glimmer of delight flashed in Nite’s eyes as he thanked Angel repeatedly. Angel gestured for him to stop and turned to look at Sanna, “You said you’re the gardener of the Snowlay Garden?”
Sanna nodded.
Angel’s expression became somewhat strange. In Muya’s handwritten scroll, it was clearly recorded that Muya had loved snowlay flowers throughout her life and had always lived in the Snowlay Garden.
Was this Snowlay Garden the same one?
“Where is the Snowlay Garden?” Angel asked.
Before Sanna could answer, Nite replied, “Sir, this is the Snowlay Garden.”
Angel looked around at the garden, which had no buildings, only purple flowers standing proudly amidst the snow. These were snowlay flowers.
Suddenly, Angel’s gaze was fixed on a corner.
There was a well hidden beneath withered grass.
A thought crossed Angel’s mind, and he withdrew his gaze, looking at Nite, “When did your family start settling here?”
Nite hesitated, puzzled by why Angel suddenly took an interest in the New Rosberg Family’s history. Despite his confusion, his response was swift, “For three thousand years, the Anru Dynasty has been plagued by wars, but they have never reached the City of Lost Melodies. Although our territory is thousands of miles away in Winter Province, the direct descendants of our New Rosberg Family have been living here since the Shining Gold Era.”
“So, you’ve been living here for three thousand years?”
Nite nodded, “Yes.”
Chapter 767 Additional Effects <TOC> Chapter 769 Snowlay Garden