Warlock Apprentice-Chapter 1418 - Section 1419 A New Puzzle
Chapter 1418: Section 1419: A New Puzzle
Chapter 1418: Section 1419: A New Puzzle
Angel ultimately did not go to Frost’s Mana Hut, after all, the Mana Hut was in the opponent’s territory, and they did not know what kind of “medicine” Frost was selling inside his gourd.
They still chose the Soul Realm of Black Castle.
In the splendid hall, Sanders, Isabel, and Kimberly all gathered there.
Frost didn’t mind everyone’s presence and did not expel them, instead, he flipped his hand over and took out a bizarre, hollowed-out small bottle, placing it on the table.
A fresh and relaxing fragrance wafted from the hollow body of the bottle.
Kimberly, smelling this delightful aroma on the tip of her nose, seemed to have discovered something, and couldn’t help but take a deep breath:
“Could this be the natural Cardamom Wind from the Cyclone World?”
Frost nodded, with a flash of surprise in his eyes, “That’s correct, this is Cardamom Wind. However, Cardamom Wind has only been discovered and exploited by a Fragrance Alchemist in recent years; I thought this news had not reached the Southern Domain yet, I did not expect someone to know about it.”
“Actually, not long ago, I passed through the Manluo Plane and returned to the Southern Domain. So, I had the fortune to smell a sample of Cardamom Wind at the Fragrance Appreciation Conference of the Fragrant Moon Federation.” Kimberly’s face showed pleasure: “However, when I smelled it, it was Cardamom Wind fragrance mixed with other ingredients – your Cardamom Wind is more comfortable and subtly elegant, it must be natural Cardamom Wind.”
Frost smiled and nodded his head.
Seeing the puzzled looks on everyone’s faces, Kimberly explained: “Cardamom Wind is a peculiar sub-wind species from the Cyclone World, it is at the stage of nearly evolving into Elemental Life. It was discovered and refined by the Alchemy Master Kujier.”
“The effects of Cardamom Wind are incredibly potent.”
“I had the chance to smell it before, and at first, I didn’t think much of it, but that night, I felt a strong sensation of expansion within my Magical Core, not only did my Magical Core increase, but my magic power also became much purer.” Kimberly: “This is an immediate effect, and moreover, it does not harm the body in any way.”
“If the Cardamom Wind fragrance already has such effects, then this bottle of natural Cardamom Wind must have even greater effects.”
After Kimberly had finished speaking, everyone revealed expressions of disbelief.
You must know that Kimberly is already a Second Level True Knowledge Wizard; even her Magical Core experienced growth and expansion, the effects of this Cardamom Wind are simply too heaven-defying!
However, what surprised them even more than the effects of Cardamom Wind, was that Frost was nonchalantly displaying a bottle of Cardamom Wind?!
If it were not for Kimberly’s explanation, the others would not have known that the effects of Cardamom Wind were so astonishing.
As Frost caught everyone’s attention, he shrugged his shoulders: “The effects of Cardamom Wind are indeed good, but this is only limited to wizards below the third level.”
The implication was clear, to me, this is but a trinket.
Originally, everyone had guessed that Frost might have surpassed the third level, reaching Legend or above; now, although no one asked, the certainty of this conclusion grew stronger in their hearts.
Only a wizard of a higher tier would be indifferent to such a “trinket.”
“Let this Cardamom Wind be a… token of gratitude for the process Angel narrated to me. By the way, I’m calling you Angel, you don’t mind, do you?” Frost looked over.
How could Angel dare to mind, he nodded in agreement.
Others heard Frost’s words, but their expressions became slightly dimmer, especially Isabella’s, because from the beginning to the end, Frost never asked for anyone else’s name; clearly, to him, Angel was of more importance, even if Angel’s strength was the lowest present.
Moreover, what made Isabella uncomfortable was that they could enjoy the powerful effects of Cardamom Wind, and according to Frost, it was also because of Angel. Doesn’t that mean they owed Angel a favor out of thin air?
Although Isabella was very uneasy inside, she was seriously injured now, and facing what was very likely a Legendary Wizard, she didn’t dare to act rashly, so she could only lower her head, silently cursing while inwardly resisting, and quietly enjoying the consolation of Cardamom Wind.
“I mentioned before that I once followed a great Alchemist.” Frost’s eyes shone with nostalgia and longing as he spoke of the one he had followed: “That was an Alchemist who had reached the Mystic Domain.”
To this, the crowd was not too surprised; a wizard so powerful, having followed a Mystic Alchemist, seemed plausible.
“She had concocted Mysterious Objects herself, and had participated in the concoction of several Mysterious Objects. Her experience can be said to be very rich, yet even so, she failed in the concoction of a certain Mysterious Object. The consequence of the failure was that she disappeared from then on, literally vanished, completely evaporated from the world, her life and death unknown.”
“I have also been searching for her these past years with no clues, I even checked some information at the super-star-level Alchemical Organizations, and I can basically confirm that she has fallen into an unknown and vast Alchemy Omen space, the chance of returning is close to none, as no one in history has ever returned.”
A Mystic Alchemist who had fallen into an Alchemy Omen space? That is, the space created by an Alchemy Omen?
While Angel was still digesting this news, Frost looked at Angel: “So, I am really curious, your alchemy obviously failed, how come nothing happened to you?”
Frost’s eyes were calm, unlike other wizards, who would subtly exude a sense of pressure, and even an unapproachable feeling of alienation.
Frost looked just like an ordinary mortal, chatting face-to-face with Angel.
The delicate fragrant breeze at the tip of his nose, the serene and bright hall, along with Frost’s calm eyes, all shaped an atmosphere that made one inclined to confide.
The people around, whether it was Sanders or Isabella, quieted down at that moment, handing the central topic over to Angel.
Even though Isabella knew about the alchemical conditions at the time, only Angel himself could clarify the true details and what he had actually experienced.
Angel took a moment to collect his phrasing, his memory returning to that thrilling and dangerous night.
He didn’t describe the odd signs from the outer world; he didn’t dwell on the specifics of the alchemical process. What he focused on was his mental journey at that time.
“When I reached a certain moment in the alchemy, a sudden revelation dawned upon me. At that time, I had the feeling that if I followed this inspiration, I would encounter some unexpected gains…”
“…That’s when the Mysterious Spirit appeared. At that point, the Cloud of Lost Souls compressed into a dark shadow…”
As Angel was eagerly recounting, the others listened with rapt attention, after all, this was an experience on the mysterious path, something the others would never have the opportunity to experience. However, it was at this moment that Frost suddenly interrupted, “Stop, what did you just say?”
“The Cloud of Lost Souls compressed into a dark shadow?”
“The sentence before that.”
“The Mysterious Spirit appeared?” Angel asked, puzzled.
Frost wore a face full of disbelief, “How is that possible?! The Mysterious Object you were crafting took the route of the Mysterious Spirit? Well, that’s also one way to craft a Mysterious Object, especially since the Samsara Overture belongs to the Soul Sect. It’s not wrong for the Mysterious Spirit to appear. But why did it appear? Are you certain the Mysterious Spirit really showed up?”
Frost’s words were somewhat disjointed, but his tone was laden with skepticism.
“The Mysterious Spirit did indeed appear.” Angel didn’t understand what Frost was so astonished about and simply described the situation at the time: “The Cloud of Lost Souls in the sky kept shrinking until it was reduced to a deep black soul…”
This profound-colored soul was about three meters tall, with an unclear face. It had large bull horns atop its head, a shapely and voluptuous figure, crow-black wings rising from its back, and it wielded an indistinct black trident. From the silhouette alone, it resembled a female demon from the Abyss.
As soon as this strange Soul Guide appeared, it suppressed all the undead…
The more Angel described, the more complex Frost’s expression became.
After a long pause, Angel stopped talking, and Frost let out a deep sigh, looking at Angel with an unusual gaze, “I understand now why you emerged unscathed, not only facing no disaster but also not vanishing or dying.”
At this time, everyone’s gaze shifted to Frost, waiting for his explanation.
“Because,”
“You had already succeeded in the crafting!”
It was precisely because of the success that no disaster occurred.
Frost’s words carried an incredulous tonality, as well as full-blown envy. Countless alchemists from the Origin World had gambled with their lives, battling for that slim chance that was nearly nonexistent, to step into the mystical domain. And yet, a third-level Apprentice who, perhaps even more inexperienced years ago, without any external guidance, had blundered into a pinnacle that others wouldn’t reach in their lifetime.
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Frost had originally planned, after this event, to suggest that Angel should leave the knowledge-impaired Southern Domain to learn from the more complete alchemy system of the Origin World, which would promise a grander future. But, to his astonishment, Angel had already reached this step?!
“Could it be that the ‘let nature take its course’ theory from Greenwald Institute of Magical Research actually makes it easier to receive greater inspirations and achieve higher accomplishments?”
As Frost was fraught with myriad thoughts in his mind, he suddenly remembered something.
“Although I don’t know how you made it through the bizarre space manifested by the Alchemy Omen, but since you have stepped over this threshold, and the Mysterious Spirit has indeed appeared, it means your crafting was a success already. Why then did the end result turn out to be the Half-step Mystic Samsara Overture? What exactly happened afterwards?”
According to Frost’s estimations, at this point, there was only one possible reason for the Samsara Overture to fail: a problem arose in the last step.
If this path were divided into a hundred steps, the previous ninety-nine would be rough and uneven.
Which is to say, he had overcome the ninety-nine difficulties, and the final step was the smoothest; with the Mysterious Spirit integrating smoothly into the Samsara Overture, the great feat would be accomplished. This step was a gift!
And yet, this very step went awry?!
What on earth happened?
