Chapter 941 An Invitation <TOC> Chapter 943 Recent Developments of a Close Friend
Translator: SumTLMan
Has Rosam already sought Freud?
So soon?
By any calculation, the Ash Time Merchant Group had only spent a week. Had they already gathered information about where to procure magical rune scroll that increases the attribute of luck?
Keep in mind, this kind of scroll, enhancing the trait of fortune, rarely emerges even once a century.
With a perplexed expression, Angel asked, “What did he say when he arrived? Did he share any details about the rune scroll?”
Recalling his previous encounter with Rosam, Freud said, “There is news, but I feel like it’s as good as no news at all.”
“What happened?”
Shaking his head, Freud lamented, “Rosam said they’ve made contact with a wizard who possesses this rune scroll and is willing to sell. However, he doesn’t want magic crystals as payment, he prefers bartering.”
Bartering is a common practice in the Wizarding World, and Angel didn’t find it odd. However, from Freud’s tone, he had a suspicion, “Did the other party make an outrageous demand, trying to inflate the price?”
Freud nodded, expressing a touch of indignation, “Not just inflating the price, but the demanded price is exorbitant.”
“What did he ask for?”
“A drop of Fragment of Constant,” Freud stated, his voice dripping with resentment. “The value of a Fragment of Constant is incomparably higher than a rune scroll of luck, it’s audacious for him to even suggest such a trade. You know, a few drops of Fragment of Constant can transform into a Wizard Garden, an absolute strategic weapon! It’s not something a rune scroll, which can only maintain a couple seconds of luck attribute, can match!”
Freud’s righteous indignation was justified.
Yet, from another perspective, even though this luck attribute could only maintain for a couple of seconds, by repeatedly introducing it into the Wilderness of Dreams through the Dream Conch, as long as there’s enough energy, there would be countless seconds of luck attribute. This was a trade that didn’t lose at all.
However, even if Angel had a mental balance to weigh the value of things in his heart, looking at the reality, Angel really couldn’t trade with the other party. The Fragment of Constant, although valuable, was perpetually priceless.
That’s because the production of Fragment of Constants was too scarce, and its use was far too against the heavens. Nobody was willing to part with a complete Fragment of Constant to give to another.
The diluent for even the Fragment of Constants, packed with impurities, requires thousands to tens of thousands of magic crystals! And this diluent is derived by diluting impure Fragment of Constants into hundreds of portions.
In other words, even a drop of impure Fragment of Constant is worth around a million magic crystals. Let alone a drop of complete, uncontaminated Fragment of Constant.
Angel queried, “They will only barter for Fragment of Constants?”
“Correct.” Freud still nodded in rage.
Angel sighed. If they only accept Fragment of Constants, he was out of options. Even if he had the funds, he wouldn’t be able to acquire this commodity.
“I already informed Rosam not to take this information for now and continue digging.” Freud grumbled, “They want to snag magic crystals with this kind of information. No chance!”
Freud was still fuming, and Angel couldn’t resist advising him. After all, even if he got his hands on the magic rune scroll, the next integration of capabilities might have to wait until he officially became a wizard. Therefore, there was no need to rush for the time being, especially since time was on their side.
“Ah, it’s just too frustrating,” complained Freud. “Did they even consider that Fragment of Constants only appear during planar fusion? And how often do planar fusions occur?!”
While Freud muttered about “once in a blue moon,” Angel’s thoughts went to the situation at the Paramjit Plateau.
It could almost be concluded now that a planar fusion would happen at the Paramjit Plateau. Moreover, it was a significant world merging with the Southern Region; the Fragment of Constants flung out then wouldn’t be scarce.
Angel, upon this thought, felt a twinge of regret in his eyes. Alas, due to the peculiarity of the Heavenly Eye, he dared not approach the planar fusion. He even decided to leave for a while before the planar fusion started.
However, it was not too disappointing. Even if he stayed, he probably wouldn’t have a chance at acquiring those Fragment of Constants.
After the planar fusion here ended, he could ask around to see if anyone would be willing to sell a drop of Fragment of Constant. If no one was willing, he would have to give up.
Once Freud finished venting his pent-up frustrations, he seemed to remember something and said, “Right, Lord. Not only did Rosam bring that useless news from before, but he also brought another piece of information.”
“He said, their merchant group captain wishes to meet with you in person. Allegedly, to discuss some deals, and also about the person you were asking about.” When Freud reached this point, his expression was slightly puzzled, “Rosam was very cautious when he relayed this news. It seems he is taking this matter very seriously.”
“Negotiations?” Angel recalled that he hadn’t discussed any additional exchanges with Rosam, especially not about inquiring into someone… The name Cassini bubbled up in his thoughts.
Could it be that they had found information about Cassini?
Angel pondered, “How did you respond to him?”
“I informed Rosam that you had already departed, and that I wasn’t privy to your return time,” said Freud, “Rosam gave me a magical letter to notify him as soon as there is any news about you. He seemed quite solemn, but I’m not sure why.”
Angel said, “Tell him I have returned to the Feran Continent. If they have any significant matters, they’ll naturally seek me out.”
Freud: “Understood.”
Upon ending the conversation, Angel saw Jon engrossed in his manuscript, showing no signs of taking a break. Hence, Angel commenced a discussion with Freud about the progress of Initial Heart City and the status of recent experimental samples.
During the discussion of Initial Heart City’s state of affairs, Freud emphasized Tulas.
Undeniably, the formerly lax and disorderly Initial Heart City had gradually resumed its order with the appearance of Tulas as the sheriff, particularly after the previous murder incident.
With his overwhelming martial prowess, Tulas had left everyone in awe.
The inhabitants of Initial Heart City, meticulously selected by Freud, generally adhered to societal order. However, since the city was still in its nascent stage, they had been a bit unsettled initially. Yet, with the emergence of the sheriff, the strengthening of the guards, and the appearance of the acting city lord, Initial Heart City slowly transitioned from the chaos back to mundane daily life.
Tulas played a significant role in this transition.
“Tulas is great in all aspects, except he loves being in the spotlight too much, and his whimsical character makes him hard to manage,” Freud said, massaging his temples.
Just as he spoke, a woman dressed in a tight uniform hurriedly approached Freud.
“Master Tyson, there’s trouble!” The woman had delicate features, but they were twisted with anxiety at that moment.
In front of Angel, Freud was slightly embarrassed by his subordinate’s abruptness. He was about to rebuke her when the woman, panting heavily, blurted out the incident before Freud could inquire, “It’s about Sheriff Tulas… he, he’s chasing a bird… He’s been stomping over buildings in his path, and many houses have been damaged. The city planners are complaining…”
Tulas was chasing a bird—
Clandestinely, Freud cast a glance toward Angel, instinctively certain of the identity of the bird.
Angel, however, remained oblivious to Freud’s scrutinizing gaze, as he was currently employing his ‘godly perspective’, observing the situation in its entirety.
After a brief moment of observation, Angel retracted his gaze.
Tulas and Toby were indeed engaged in a pursuit, but it was devoid of any hostility. Tulas was no stranger to Toby. He even retained memories from his time as a ghost, though they were so convoluted that he couldn’t be bothered to recollect. Yet, he had not forgotten his memories associated with Angel and Toby.
After all, it was Angel who had led him out of that claustrophobic, dark, and squalid world. Thus, his recollections of Angel and Toby were anything but foreign to him.
The sight of Toby in Initial Heart City was purely a playful impulse for Tulas who just wanted to engage in a bit of fun.
Toby, in his concealed madness, was easily amused. The moment Tulas started to play, Toby was swept up in the merriment. Although they appeared to be in pursuit, it was just a playful banter.
Understanding the playful nature of their engagement, Angel ceased to worry. He had introduced Toby to the Wilderness of Dreams to alleviate his melancholy. Now that Toby’s mood was improving, he was indeed a welcome development.
As for the city planning of Initial Heart City…as long as no one got hurt, everything else could be restored over time.
Upon learning the true nature of the situation from Angel, Freud too breathed a sigh of relief.
“I just returned to the Savage Grottoes and have some matters to attend to, so I will take my leave… As for Toby, it will depart on its own once it tires of playing.” Having said that, Angel bade Freud goodbye and left the Wilderness of Dreams.
Back in reality, Angel embarked on his routine meditation.
Now at the peak of apprenticeship, there was no need for him to deliberately replenish his magical source, but merely to maintain its overall efficiency. Thus, his meditation took considerably less time than before.
An hour later, Angel opened his eyes.
Anticipating his meeting with Rhine Mute the following day, he decided to pay a visit to Flora and others today as a preliminary measure.
Should Flora be able to establish contact with Sanders, his appointment with Lord Rhine Mute would no longer necessitate the mention of this particular matter.
With this in mind, Angel unlocked his front door, ready to set out for the Rogue Flower Society.
As he descended the staircase from the second floor, he chanced upon Butler Goode, hesitating at the stairwell with several letters in hand.
“Butler Goode?” Angel called out.
Upon hearing his name, Goode looked up: “Young Master Pat, your timing is impeccable. I have just received a few invitation letters. They are all from official wizards intended for you, and I was uncertain whether or not to hand them to you.”
Angel glanced at the letters in hand. As usual, they were all requests for alchemy.
Moreover, most of these wizards were individuals he hadn’t even met in person.
After going through them, Angel took out a piece of stationery and quickly penned several replies using a transcription spell.
Although the senders were all official wizards, the sheer volume of requests, if he were to undertake each alchemy request, would be enough to keep him occupied for years to come. There were even several who hoped he could craft high-rank works… if he could create high-rank items, he would genuinely wish to do so. However, such opportunities were few and far between.
Thus, the contents of his replies were inevitably rejections. However, Angel didn’t dare to be blunt in his refusals. Instead, he tactfully explained that he was currently at the peak of apprenticeship and wished to focus on advancing to the next level as his primary goal, thus temporarily unable to engage in alchemy.
Becoming an official wizard is an extremely significant milestone in the life of every wizard. Therefore, using this reason to Reply to the invitations was not only justified but also unlikely to cause offense or resentment.
After entrusting Goode with the task of sending out the replies, Angel finally set off from Phantom Island.
Chapter 941 An Invitation <TOC> Chapter 943 Recent Developments of a Close Friend