Chapter 959 Division of Labor <TOC> Chapter 961 Star Observing Day
Translator: SumTLMan
The steps of biological alchemy are beyond Angel’s capabilities. He initially suggested stepping aside, but Bruen seemed indifferent, stating, “It’s just a repair job, not creation. If you’re interested in biological alchemy, feel free to observe.”
Angel’s eyes lit up, and he nodded without hesitation.
Bruen waved his hand, opening the alchemical workshop. However, this time it was through the white door, denoting the domain of biological alchemy.
Upon entering, Angel was astonished by the weird and bizarre creatures inside the workshop. Compared to the ones he saw outside, the specimens here were perfect mature bodies, while those outside were likely failed attempts.
For instance, he had seen an eyeball covered in tentacles outside, which was surprising enough. However, inside the workshop, he came across a giant evil eye at least two meters tall, encircled by countless tentacles. When the tentacles slightly spread out, he could see that even they were covered with eyes. The mere sight of it elicited an eerie fear.
“This is an evil god I crafted,” Bruen boasted proudly, “It’s named Nyafat, a species from the ancient evil god index in the Lovecraftian cosmos.”
After his proud declaration, Bruen revealed a trace of regret, “However, the real evil gods have faded with the old times in Lovecraft. This is merely a facsimile created using a demon eye as the basis.”
Having said that, Bruen pointed at other terrifying and strange creatures inside the biological alchemy workshop, “These are all my creations. If you’re interested, I can give you a detailed introduction later.”
Angel didn’t refuse. Following his lead, he responded, “I would be glad to learn more then.”
Many who have visited Bruen’s alchemy workshop were curious about these alchemical creatures, but Bruen wasn’t always willing to offer explanations. It was only when dealing with accomplished alchemists like Angel that he felt a sense of achievement in introducing his work.
Without wasting time, Bruen led Angel to the operating table.
“I’m preparing to craft a living tentacle, a fundamental aspect of my alchemical lineage. I won’t elaborate. You can observe for yourself.” Having said this, Bruen brought out a pile of living tissue that Angel had never seen before, along with the semi-finished product he had been working on outside, and started his crafting process.
Bruen didn’t speak during the crafting process. Even though, as he said, it was just repair rather than creation, he didn’t mind others observing. But the knowledge contained within wasn’t insignificant, and Angel was left pondering deeply. There were even some processes that he failed to understand, even after Bruen repeated them several times.
Unwilling to risk interfering with the fine-tuned rhythm of Bruen’s work with his mental prowess, Angel could only rely on his physical eyes for observation. As such, the information he could glean was severely limited.
Nonetheless, he was unperturbed, understanding that observation itself was a form of experience accumulation.
While observing Bruen, Angel simultaneously reflected on the panorama of biological alchemy he had previously encountered.
Biological alchemy branched into several schools of thought, the current mainstream being the Centhess approach practiced by the Karabians. This approach hinged on the fundamental unit of the “cell,” excelling in grafting and mutations.
Bruen had previously mentioned his basis lay in “living tentacles,” likely aligning him with the Orlag school, another mainstream faction, specializing in synthesis and transformation.
Bruen consistently introduced alchemical materials to his fundamental unit of “living tentacles,” including some procedures that Angel found inexplicable. Eventually, these tentacles began to proliferate and spread, forming an incredibly complex entity akin to “biological tissue.”
These biological tissues were casually thrown out of the alchemical workshop’s main door by Bruen. These entities seamlessly integrated into the ground the next second, ultimately making their way autonomously to appropriate locations on the Wings of Cold Frost for repairs.
This spectacle left Angel astonished beyond belief.
Moreover, what surprised Angel was… the transformation in Bruen.
As Bruen began working in earnest, a substantial reduction in the surrounding energy was evident. Simultaneously, Bruen’s body began to gradually wither. Initially an obese figure, as his body shriveled, his puffy features became angular. Even his greasy hair seemed to fall into place.
Eventually, Bruen morphed into an elegantly handsome young man.
Seemingly oblivious to his own transformation, Bruen continued focusing intently on his work. If a romantic young girl were to behold this serious demeanor of Bruen’s, her heart would likely skip a beat. However, should her gaze wander downward to the various bloody tissues and living tentacles, that fluttering heartbeat would surely turn to terror.
Half an hour later, Bruen completed the final repair on the tissue. He heaved a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his brow, and cast a glance at the hourglass nearby.
His eyes were alight with surprise: “I didn’t anticipate that it would genuinely be completed within two hours!”
Bruen’s lips barely moved, immediately signaling to Maher who was on standby outside, his eyes shining with delight at the message of the “restoration completion.”
“The Wings of Cold Frost have been fully restored, now, prepare for reboot!” Along with Maher’s statement, the Wings of Cold Frost began their operation.
As the Wings of Cold Frost resumed their journey, Bruen, situated in the alchemy workshop, laughed and told Angel, “This time, thanks to your help, otherwise it would have indeed been challenging to accomplish.”
Bruen didn’t inquire about Angel’s gains because he knew that even if there were any, they wouldn’t be significant.
“Completing the repairs earlier is also advantageous for me.” Angel grinned.
Bruen: “Now that the Wings of Cold Frost have been completely restored and should be trouble-free for the time being, why don’t I take you to see my creations?”
Angel was musing, considering that if he returned now, he’d probably still have to deal with that group of wizards; it would be better to stay here.
When Bruen started introducing his creations, his words flowed like a river, utterly different from his previously silent and reserved demeanor during crafting. Moreover, if Angel offered even a little praise, Bruen would become even more pleased, and in his excitement, he would also reveal some ingenious ideas used during crafting.
These ingenious ideas were exactly what Angel hoped to hear.
Thus, towards the end, Angel was constantly flattering, and even if Bruen noticed something, he couldn’t resist the joyous mood.
However, when Bruen led Angel to a small compartment, he suddenly stopped speaking, “Ahem, we won’t go in here, it’s an experimental creation of mine that hasn’t been completed yet…”
Angel took a sneak peek through the gap, faintly seeing a huge tentacle coiling inside, and a human-like silhouette, seemingly as large as a giant, hanging high. However, this tentacle wasn’t like the ones he had seen before; it was more akin to an octopus’ tentacle.
“I’ve been crafting for such a long time, I’m a bit hungry. Shall I take you out for something to eat?” Bruen suggested as he shut the compartment door and led Angel out.
After all, this was Bruen’s alchemy workshop, he was the host and Angel the guest. Even though Angel was somewhat curious, he could only shrug his shoulders and follow Bruen out.
Guiding Angel through the winding icy tunnels within the glacier, Bruen stepped out of the laboratory. Along the way, Angel saw many members of the Frost Moon Guard, each diligently carrying out their own tasks. Their demeanor shifted noticeably into one of respect when they laid eyes on Angel and Bruen.
After a short walk, Angel’s attention was caught by a bar with a shimmering rainbow light at its entrance. Its signage proclaimed: Frost Moon Bar, followed by a smaller subtitle: Branch #007.
“Almost every Wing of Cold Frost ship has a branch of the Frost Moon Bar,” Bruen paused, leaned in closer to Angel’s ear, and shared in hushed tones, “because Lady Sineva, the lady backing the bar, has a fondness for drink. Specifically, she prefers the Frost Moon Bar’s Ice Fire Guest Flower Path.”
Bruen shrugged nonchalantly, “I personally have no interest in the Ice Fire Guest Flower Path, I prefer the good old-fashioned Black Rye Rum.” He then stepped into the bar, a glint of excitement in his eyes.
…
Sometime later, a slightly headachy Angel massaged his temples.
Sitting across him, Bruen was rapidly downing glass after glass of rum, as well as feasting on a variety of roasted magical beast meats.
Angel had initially thought Bruen’s comment about being “a little hungry” was simply a diversion, after all, as a wizard, there were numerous methods to maintain peak physiological condition without the need to consume food, which was often seen as a waste of time. Of course, exceptions were made for gourmet wizards.
However, based on the current situation, Bruen was likely truly hungry, or perhaps more accurately, ravenous. His eating was messier than that of a starved ghost, and as he consumed more food and drink, his handsome facade began to plump once again.
By the time Bruen murmured that he was only half full, his figure had returned to its previous portly state. All the while, Angel had barely eaten a small dish of champagne and thyme roasted meat.
Observing Bruen still engrossed in his feast, Angel laid down his cutlery. Simply put, Bruen’s chaotic eating manner was too much for him to stomach.
“This fellow behaves just like that. When crafting, he’s everyone’s darling, but as soon as he takes a break, he can’t help but to indulge in food and drink. Initially, there were quite a few witches in the alliance who fancied him, but then…Tsk, tsk, let’s not bring that up,” a cool feminine voice drifted from his side.
Angel was startled. Before he entered the bar, he noticed that there was no one here, except for a mortal chef. Even the waitstaff were magic puppets. When did a woman appear?
Turning his head, Angel saw a woman with white hair and fiery eyes, elegantly sipping her drink, seated at the square table next to the aisle. She appeared out of nowhere.
Upon seeing the woman, Angel was filled with astonishment.
Not too long ago, he had seen her at the peak of the ice mountain. She was none other than the well-known “Wild Witch” Sineva.
Before this, Bruen had said that Sineva liked to drink here. Angel didn’t think much of it. Unexpectedly, he had indeed run into the real deal here!
Sineva’s previous words were clearly meant for Angel.
Facing such a powerful true knowledge witch, Angel became somewhat uneasy. While thinking about how to respond, Bruen, who was sitting across him, took advantage of a pause between eating and drinking to retort at Sineva, “You’re talking about me? Look at yourself. How are you any different?”
Angel: “…” Looking at the at least thirty empty glass bottles on Sineva’s table, Angel thought that what Bruen said was not wrong.
Though these bottles were small in size, Angel distinctly sensed a ripple of spatial expansion. He estimated that these bottles were specially made under alchemical spells, similar to bottles engraved with an expanding rune, and thus possessed a larger storage space.
With over thirty empty glass bottles, it would be no exaggeration to call them barrels… oh, kegs, of wine.
There was not much difference between Sineva and Bruen after all.
Chapter 959 Division of Labor <TOC> Chapter 961 Star Observing Day