Chapter 787 Bridging the Gap <TOC> Chapter 789 The Small Fishing Village
Translator: SumTLMan
In the heart of Hippocrates lay the colorful dragonfly nests, a tranquil sanctuary undisturbed for over a millennium. On the surface, it seemed harmless enough, as long as outsiders refrained from provocation.
For the consequences of such an act were dreadfully unpredictable and potentially catastrophic!
Jiebo’s current assertion was that the Fairytale World was teetering on the brink of collapse. As dire as things appeared, he suggested they could get even worse.
The others were oblivious, but Angel was keenly aware of the underlying threats. Behind those nests, a perennially active interdimensional passage lurked!
Ignoring the possible link to the Nightmare Plane, with its relentless horde of demonic creatures, the mere existence of the beasts nurtured within the interdimensional passage by the colorful dragonflies was calamitous enough!
Angel recollected his accidental encounter with the interdimensional passageway, where under the guidance of the dragonflies, he met a slew of otherworldly creatures. The most awe-inspiring among them was an indigo-eyed behemoth, its body stretching over a kilometer. Possessing an apparent high intellect, the release of these colossal creatures by the dragonflies would spell an unparalleled catastrophe!
This was the root of Angel’s deep-seated concern and apprehension.
Angel thought the Southern Wizarding World had already witnessed its fair share of disasters, but the human heart and nature could always push the boundaries further. The greater catastrophe had not yet arrived, but its shadow loomed over them like a sword of Damocles, poised to fall at any moment.
Moreover, the catalyst for this impending disaster was a shift in human sentiment.
The third issue was the matter of the Abyss!
Angel had been in the dark about the situation in the Abyss until Jiebo gave a summary, shedding light on the lurking dangers.
Jiebo’s explanation was vague, as he himself didn’t know the precise details. However, he was sure about the ultimate consequence—Lord Mengke’s intention to hunt a descendant of the Abyssal Demon God’s bloodline as a stepping stone to reach the legendary realm!
The implications of hunting a Demon God’s offspring were self-evident.
No wonder Sanders had been urging Angel to accelerate his growth, even subtly hinting at boosting his progression. He also mentioned the calamity of the Demon God several times.
So, this was the reason!
If the hunt succeeded, it would inevitably infuriate the Abyssal Demon God. Regardless of whether Lord Mengke could ascend to the legendary realm, he could wash his hands of the matter. However, the Demon God, left without a target for its wrath, would undoubtedly lash out at the Southern Wizarding World! Then, the inhabitants of the entire Southern Region would bear the brunt of the disaster!
For his personal gain, Lord Mengke was willing to jeopardize the peace of the entire Southern Region!
A feeling of worry was welling up inside Angel, tinged with anger. Yet, if the roles were reversed, if he were in Lord Mengke’s shoes with a path to the legendary realm in sight, he thought he might understand Lord Mengke’s decision.
The reason why the world of wizards knows the catastrophe of the Demon God hangs overhead, yet so many wizards staunchly support Lord Mengke, even including the ruler of the Savage Grottoes—the Silencer Rhine Mute, who gives the green light and tacitly permits members of the Frost Moon Alliance to advocate in the Savage Grottoes, is because they too are seeking a path forward.
The Southern Region hasn’t birthed a legend in a thousand years.
If Lord Mengke could truly advance to become a legend, perhaps this would be the road they might choose in the future. After all, what’s the sacrifice of the peace of a single region? As wizards, they have places to hide, and the catastrophe of the Demon God will inevitably draw the World’s Will, at which point, wouldn’t the Demon God be repelled?
The truly pitiful ones are the innocent common folk, and the wizard apprentices who are unable to reach the core.
Knowing these three things, Angel, since departing from the Ocean Mansion, carries a heavy heart. Gazing at the City of Lost Melodies, which remains prosperous amidst the snowy landscape before his eyes, Angel sighs softly.
Would it still flourish so if the catastrophe of the Demon God truly descended?
Unless luck prevailed and the Demon God didn’t devastate this continent, the answer would surely be negative.
This anxious mood persisted until he returned to the New Rosberg Count’s mansion. Not because he suddenly figured things out and felt better, but purely because, at the entrance of the New Rosberg Count’s mansion, he saw her again—the purple-haired woman from Summer Dew Ridge.
Nite also spotted the woman at the gate. He’d seen the events outside the Ocean Mansion before and knew that this purple-haired woman was also a transcendent. Thus, Nite didn’t know what to do and looked at Angel, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Angel waved at him, indicating him to go first, then he stepped forward.
“I seem to have no entanglements with Summer Dew Ridge. Miss, why do you come to me again and again? Is there something you need?” Angel asked. Yet, through his interactions with Jiebo, he had a rough idea of what Silkvine wanted. Likely, it was about building good relations.
As expected, Silkvine’s response and her actions were both intentionally and unintentionally aimed at drawing him closer.
“As transcendent beings who met by chance in the Feran Continent, why should we be so distant? You can call me Silkvine.” Silkvine smiled enchantingly, leaning in close to Angel’s ear, her breath as sweet as an orchid.
Carrying the fragrance of Salomon, it wafted over to Angel.
Without a moment’s hesitation, Angel activated his purification field to fend off the scent. Who knows if this fragrance has any special effect? It’s better to err on the side of caution.
Silkvine’s expression stiffened, seeing her enchanting move had no effect on Angel. She immediately switched tactics, subtly retreating a few steps, widening the gap between them.
“As I’ve mentioned before, I’ve long admired Sir Pat’s alchemical spells. I, too, have studied alchemy for a while, albeit leaning towards biological alchemy. Why don’t we find a place to exchange experiences?” Silkvine leaned on the gate, smoking as she arched an eyebrow at Angel.
Biological alchemy? That’s essentially life transformation. Angel recalled the information he’d received earlier. The Basket Witch was a Karabit, her wizard apprentices knew some life transformation spells, which seemed to make sense.
“No need for a discussion. Although I have a slight interest in biological alchemy, I’m about to leave this place soon. I wouldn’t want to bother, we can talk another time if there’s a chance.”
Angel saw the persistent look on Silkvine’s face, sighed softly, and said, “Silkvine, right? I’ve heard your name from Helen. She’s a fine talent, her character and principles, very suited for the world of wizards. If you’re determined to bring her into the Wizarding World, I hope you’ll cultivate her well. I see a promising future in her.”
With that, Angel turned and left.
Silkvine was taken aback, it took her a moment to realize.
“Could it be that what he means is…” Angel had suddenly mentioned Helen, was he implying that he saw a bright future for Helen, and hence, wouldn’t mind getting closer if Helen was involved?
Maybe that’s it? Silkvine watched as Angel walked away, her eyes slowly lighting up with realization.
On the other side, Angel, back at the New Rosberg Count’s residence, didn’t let Silkvine’s words bother him. Instead, he sat at his desk for a long while, then took out his notebook, began to record some things.
The catastrophe of the Demon God was likely to occur, and how to protect his older brother and mentor, Jon, was what he was jotting down in his notebook.
There were many methods, each with their pros and cons. The most fundamental method would be if he could advance to a full-fledged wizard before the catastrophe of the Demon God occurred. Then, sheltering a loved one would naturally be simple.
But what if he couldn’t advance to a wizard before then? This was what Angel had to contemplate.
In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the Month of Recovery.
A week had passed since he escaped from the small island. He hadn’t gained anything significant in the City of Lost Melodies, and due to the oppression from the Leviathan, he was seriously injured, and his internal injuries still hadn’t fully recovered.
Exhausted both physically and mentally, and with the time of his meeting with Drew fast approaching, Angel decided to leave.
Without notifying anyone, Angel took the Gondola and flew towards Moonset City.
The only one who knew of Angel’s departure was White, who had been keeping a watch outside the New Rosberg Count’s residence.
Not long after Angel left, White arrived at the Ocean Mansion and informed Jiebo.
“Angel has already left? That’s about right, it’s about time for him to leave.” Jiebo didn’t think much of it, but due to his routine task, he passed the news of Angel’s departure to Sirius.
Before long, a reply from Sirius arrived.
However, the connection to Jiebo wasn’t established through the messages relayed by the unicorn abyssal whale, but rather via a long-distance telescope, a product of Sky Mechanical City.
With a slight twinge of regret, Jiebo invested two magic crystals, only then did the screen reflect the current state of Sirius, situated at the other end of the Devil’s Sea, much like a mirror of water.
“You just mentioned that Angel has already departed ne? Then why are you still in the City of Lost Melodies ne?” Sirius’s voice resonated.
“Lord Sirius, as I’ve already probed Angel before, I am certain that he could not possibly be the one who escaped from the mysterious space.”
Mentioning the mouse from the mysterious space, Sirius’s countenance took on a touch of solemnity. “Ne? Could you elaborate on your reasoning ne?”
Jiebo silently cursed: Sirius was feigning ignorance.
However, on the surface, he maintained a respectful demeanor and explained, “A few days ago, I tested Angel, and he acted quite normally, with no signs of abnormality. Furthermore, as I mentioned previously, he crafted an alchemical masterpiece of at least intermediate peak grade in White Oak Mountain. You should understand, Lord, that every alchemist takes great pride in their creations. He wouldn’t have had the time to leave.”
The preparation process for many alchemists before crafting their desired masterpiece often spans months, years, or even decades. Even after successful crafting, while the Eye of Nalda could appraise the piece, there are many aspects that require personal experimentation and a great deal of time spent conducting data tests on the alchemical piece.
After the testing process, it’s commonplace to pen an alchemy journal specifically for that creation. This journal serves multiple purposes, from serving as a memento, identifying and rectifying any shortcomings, to being used as teaching material for future disciples, or even being auctioned or traded.
The time spent on this sequence of tasks is substantial. It’s highly improbable that there would be any leftover time to be concerned with other matters.
Chapter 787 Bridging the Gap <TOC> Chapter 789 The Small Fishing Village