Chapter 915 The Geometric Lock <TOC> Chapter 917 Speculations
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In the outskirts of Grud Town, Angel descended onto a ridge. Before long, the flamboyantly red-haired Suis appeared on the mountain path.
“My thanks for your warning, Lord,” Angel bowed his head respectfully.
“Omen Signs from alchemy are always striking; your future endeavors should be at sea. An alchemist capable of causing an Omen Sign can easily attract unwanted attention. I presume you would prefer Pat Manor to stay under the radar, yes?” Suis’s voice was cool and husky.
Angel nodded in agreement. He was aware that the Omen Signs of his alchemy could draw attention, but he thought that at most Suis and Eureka might notice – which he was indifferent to. What he didn’t expect, however, was the appearance of guides from other wizarding organizations on Old Land Continent.
If these guides were to focus on him, the small Old Land Continent could easily lead them to Grud Town following the trace. By then, the anomalies at Pat Manor might very well be discovered by them.
Therefore, Angel was indeed grateful for Suis’s warning.
“Lord Suis, it’s been a while since any guides have appeared on Old Land Continent. The last one was also from here, merely visiting family on the way. Why have they suddenly started appearing again?” Angel asked curiously.
There was a hint of confusion in Suis’s voice as well. “I don’t know, perhaps there’s something fishy going on. However, it doesn’t concern us.”
With that, Suis turned and began to descend the mountain path. He chose to walk instead of flying back, clearly with something more to discuss with Angel. After a moment of thought, Angel followed.
“The alchemy Omen Sign I sensed earlier had an elusive wave. Did you craft an item of the concealment type?” Suis asked casually as he walked.
“Yes,” Angel responded selectively, “I crafted a small item to mask the fluctuations of the Dream Conch.”
Suis swallowed hard, reminding himself of the last time he had been drawn in by the mysterious fluctuations of the Dream Conch. So, was the device Angel crafted primarily to counter individuals of his ilk?
Yet, more astonishing than the frustration of being targeted, Suis was surprised that Angel would go to the lengths of crafting a mid-rank item just for such a minor issue, a mere trifle in his words.
Suis initially estimated Angel’s talents highly, but now, he realized he had underestimated him. Not only was Angel extraordinarily talented in cultivation, but his talent in alchemy also commanded admiration.
Unable to contain his curiosity, Suis inquired, “How on earth do you manage? Your cultivation speed is remarkably fast, and your alchemy skills surpass those of people who’ve been studying it for a century. How?”
After asking, Suis felt he may have been a bit brusque, but having already posed the question, he didn’t want to take it back. He was interested to know how Angel would respond.
Angel paused for a moment, “Luck.”
Such a summary would hardly satisfy Suis, but he didn’t press on, only casually remarking, “Luck? Ha, don’t tell me some prophecy wizard has bestowed upon you a perpetual luck spell?”
Suis was merely jesting, but the term “luck spell” triggered a fleeting spark of inspiration in Angel’s mind, though he was unable to grasp its significance immediately.
Just as Angel was about to ponder deeper, Suis continued, “How about we make a deal?”
“A deal?” Angel’s attention was caught by Suis’s words, he queried, “What kind of deal?”
“You help me craft a potion, and I’ll grant you a request,” Suis nonchalantly proposed.
“Do you want me to craft a potion to restore mental power?” Angel immediately understood Suis’s intention. In fact, when he initially crafted the antidote for Tide Spider, he assumed Eureka would ask him to craft a potion. But then Eureka seemed to have forgotten about it and never brought it up. Unexpectedly, after several days, it was Suis who put forward this request first.
“Yes.”
Angel responded with a wry smile, “I’m afraid I can’t comply with your request, Lord.”
“Why? Do you think my favor isn’t worth a single alchemy session?” Suis squinted, his eyes flickering with a dangerous glint.
“It’s not as straightforward as you might think. If your request was in the realm of metallurgy, I would consider it with utmost caution. But if it’s about potion making, then I’m afraid I’m not well-equipped. The range of potions I can craft is very limited, one of which happens to be the antidote,” Angel said, his words carrying a strong conviction.
Suis frowned and began, “But, previously you clearly…”
“Have you forgotten, Lord? Prior to alchemy the antidote, I needed to consult Midora’s alchemical notes. My success in creating the antidote was largely due to Midora’s guidance. However, my knowledge in this domain remains limited, and I don’t know how to craft potions that restore mental energy,” Angel elaborated truthfully.
Even without using his truth discerning spell, Suis could tell that Angel wasn’t lying.
Could it be that Angel was genuinely inexperienced in potion making? But then again, given Angel’s access to Midora’s guidance, perhaps with some study, he could also craft potions for mental energy recovery, especially since he possesses alchemical notes…
However, Suis was aware that Angel was currently completely focused on Jon’s recovery and likely had no time to learn potion making.
As Suis sighed inwardly, they had reached the main road near the outskirts of Grud Town. There was a refugee camp here, but not many refugees were present at the moment.
“Are you planning to go further? I advise you not to. Nobody can get into Grud Town now; it might as well be a ghost town,” a ragged old man by the road, noticing the direction Angel and Suis were heading, couldn’t help but offer his advice.
“I don’t believe it’s a ghost town. Just a few days ago, I saw a group of knights coming out of Grud Town,” a young man coming from the main road retorted. He was holding a bird that had an arrow lodged in it. “Perhaps it’s like the stories say, a deity has cast a spell hiding Grud Town, making it a peaceful sanctuary, untouched by the chaos of the outside world.”
“A deity? If there were such a thing, would I have left my homeland at this age? I don’t believe it. Maybe it’s a wicked witch who turned the lord of Grud Town into a vampire…” The old man’s imagination ran wild. He stopped halfway when he saw that the young man wasn’t listening and sighed. “Never mind, forget about it.”
“Don’t overthink it. Tonight, I’ll roast some pigeon meat for you.”
While speaking, the young man viciously tore the leg off the pigeon he was holding. Fresh blood spurted out, and a tiny, delicate wooden tube fell from the bird’s foot.
“How is it that I perceive this dove to resemble a carrier pigeon?” queried the elderly man as he picked up the small wooden tube from the ground. “Where did you manage to hunt it down?”
“Right outside Grud Town, it was,” responded the young lad, his chest puffing out with pride. “The pigeon couldn’t fly in, just hovered around the outskirts. So I shot it with a single arrow, I swear on my life, it was only one!”
As the young man boasted about his archery skills, Angel stepped forward. The old man’s earlier conjecture was accurate: the dove was indeed a carrier pigeon, and within the small wooden tube, it was likely that a letter was contained.
This method of conveying messages via carrier pigeons is a prevalent practice in many mortal nations. Judging from the young man’s words, this pigeon was probably intending to reach Grud Town, yet it was obstructed by the illusion that Angel had cast, preventing it from entering.
He was unsure who the pigeon was meant to deliver the message to, but since he had discovered it, he didn’t mind helping to forward it.
When Angel returned holding the small wooden tube, Suis commented indifferently, “Do you still abide by the principle of equivalent exchange with these mortals?”
Angel had offered a silver coin to the refugee in exchange for the wooden tube.
“I find it more desirable to have rules than to lack them,” Angel quietly responded.
Suis responded with a noncommittal smile.
The pair continued their walk into town, and Angel unsealed the small wooden tube en route, withdrawing a parchment paper envelope from within.
The receiver’s name was written on the envelope: Angel. Pat.
Angel was taken aback for a moment. Initially, he thought the pigeon carried a message for a town resident, or perhaps for the town’s sheriff, George. However, the letter was addressed to him?
Who would send a letter to him?
Turning it over, Angel saw the sender’s name written: Aaron. Monne.
Alan was previously stationed in Sea Moon City with Princess Shannon. Following their successful stint in the city, Shannon proceeded to attack other provinces, leaving Aaron behind.
In the past, Angel had established an unusual “Death-row Convict’s Dream Training Class” outside Sea Moon City, in which Aaron had played a part.
“A letter from Aaron?” Angel opened the envelope with a puzzled expression. To be frank, his relationship with Aaron wasn’t exactly close, which piqued his curiosity about the purpose of this sudden correspondence.
The letter was succinct, containing only a few lines of text, which Angel quickly skimmed through.
Upon reading it, his features twisted into an odd expression. He was caught off guard by the reason behind Aaron’s letter – the runaway child had voluntarily returned, intending to meet Angel.
In his previous mission of assisting Shannon against a transcendent being controlling the Heart Eater Demons, Angel had discovered that the adversary was a summoner and a nomadic apprentice of the Rat Ant Underground Society.
After Angel had killed the summoner, he stumbled upon a child.
According to the summoner, this child was groomed to be his successor.
At that time, Angel was still short of a talented individual for his Guide Mission. Seeing as this child had been with the summoner but hadn’t been taught anything nor had joined the Rat Ant Underground Society, Angel decided to recruit him to make up the numbers.
However, due to his impending visit to Shannon’s royal house, Angel had temporarily entrusted the child to Aaron. Unexpectedly, upon Angel’s return, the child had vanished, leaving behind a swarm of “White-footed Tide Spiders”, poisoning several guards who had been watching him. If it hadn’t been for Angel’s timely intervention, their fates would have been sealed.
Back then, Angel shrugged off the child’s escape, as he was indifferent towards the child and even developed distaste due to his vicious actions.
However, astonishingly, the child sought out Aaron half a year later after running away.
Chapter 915 The Geometric Lock <TOC> Chapter 917 Speculations