Translator: Leo Editor: Frappe
Henn finally woke up when the sun started rising.
‘High-Temperature Forcefield, huh? Good choice.’ She did not sound surprised. ‘This is the details about the spell model. Since you already know the entirety of the fundamentals, you should be able to master it quickly.’
‘I want to craft an enchanted weapon. Do you have advice for me?’ Angele asked and secretly ordered the chip to record the conversation.
‘Majority of enchanted weapons are weak. If you want better enchantment results, you must look for high-quality materials. No one relies on the enchantment itself since it takes too much time just to replenish the energy required for usage. If you can find a magic circle that can help you replenish the energy, that would be a good choice. That’s why the enchanted items can be used more than once although they have an internal cooldown time,’ Henn explained. ‘Your enchantment skill is way too weak. Without sufficient knowledge of magic circles, you’ll just be wasting materials.’
‘Alright. I’ll think about it. No one can become an enchantment master in a single day after all. The High-Temperature Forcefield’s rune engraving is my priority,’ Angele responded in a calm tone. There was a blank expression on his face.
‘Sure. I have a nice level 2 spell for you once you finish the procedure.’ Henn continued, ‘After transmitting the details of the level 2 spell to you, I will have a good rest again. That means you’ll be on your own for a while. The transmitting process will cost me a lot of energy. Take some time and master it after you arrive at the Elemental Hand’s territory.’
Henn transmitted the complete information of the spell model to Angele after she finished speaking.
‘Is there anything else that I need to be careful with?’ Angele wondered.
‘It’s still early. I’ll talk to you after I wake up.’ Henn stopped responding after this. It seemed the process had cost her a significant portion of her energy.
‘Henn?’ Angele tried to talk to her again, but she did not answer.
He narrowed his eyes. Getting off his bed, he headed to the potions room.
There was a black travel case behind the door. He opened the case carefully and covered the whole room with his forcefield, preventing the invasive mentality waves from detecting his special items.
The items in the case were covered by a black blanket.
Angele pulled the black blanket away and colorful glows illuminated on his face.
Under the blanket, there were countless potion bottles and tubes. The blue, red, yellow, and golden glows were from the liquid and dust inside the containers.
Angele spent some time testing in order to check if Henn knew what he was doing while she was resting. By then, he had now figured out how Henn’s invasive mentality waves functioned.
He wanted to hide his special potions from Henn as one of them contained the extracted blood of the creature from the Nightmare Realm. He was not sure if Henn could recognize it but for the sake of any unexpected happenings, he did so.
Angele checked the condition of the potions in the case and grabbed a glass tube with green sticky liquid from the top right corner.
‘I need to finish the engravings and stabilize my mentality as soon as possible. The date Mincola told me is now getting closer and closer. My time is limited yet I still need to analyze the bloodline sample…’ Angele closed the case as he thought of this. He hid the case behind the door and covered it with energy particles to set up a simple alerting function.
Angele straightened his back and headed to the laboratory.
Ten days later.
The sky was blocked by thick clouds.
The raindrops were hitting the land constantly and the visibility outside was bad.
Beside a main road outside the city, there was a 2-meter-wide river running down the grass-covered land.
The bean-sized raindrops rippled on the surface of the water and the tall grass was dancing amidst the strong wind.
The flow of the river was slow but steady. There were several pedestrians wearing raincoats and carriages advancing along the main road.
There was a tall man wearing a gray raincoat standing by the running river. The gray hood covered his face, but it seemed that he was staring at the water quietly.
Suddenly, a tinge of white light flashed on the back of his right hand.
A deep voice echoed in his ears.
‘3 o’clock. Green, hide your mentality waves.’
‘For sure,’ Angele responded in a low voice.
‘There are two more groups of wizards doing the same mission as us. You need to hurry.’ The voice continued.
‘Alright.’ Angele cut off the communication.
After ten days and thirty tries, he finally engraved the first rune on the mentality crystal with complete success.
He then decided to test the new effect of the metal forcefield right away.
Angele accepted an assassination mission from the inn. The target was a wizard from a random family.
It was a weak wizard who decided to inherit his family business after failing to advance to the next stage. He apparently hired several strong mercenaries as guards on the way to the city.
The downpour of the rain was becoming heavier and heavier. Angele could barely see the objects that were ten meters away from him and the only thing in his vision was the downpour.
He raised his head and the chilling raindrops splashed on his face. Angele took a deep breath. The air was wet but refreshing.
Suddenly, he heard the intense noise made by horse hooves from the main road.
tabdak tabdak
In the curtain of rain, a white carriage with two running black horses was moving forward at full speed. There was no coachman at its front and its wheels were surrounded by green energy particles.
Angele turned his head around and the carriage looked like a moving gray shadow.
He narrowed his eyes and started walking to the carriage.
Several seconds later, Angele stood on the roadside staring at the approaching carriage.
The noise made by the stomping horses was mixed in the rain, getting louder and louder.
The road was not for a smooth ride, so the carriage was shaking.
Angele slowly untied the silver scimitar from the belt and held it tight with his right hand. There was a blank expression on his face.
BOOM
Rays of silver light were released from Angele’s hand. The carriage was blown away by the impact and it rolled back several times on the grass like a ball. The carriage stopped moving after hitting a large puddle.
Angele detected no movement whatsoever from the overturned carriage.
The two black horses were neighing in pain on the grass. Fresh red blood was dripping down their body, diluted by the rain quickly.
Angele walked to the carriage quickly and tied the cursed scimitar to his belt using the metal string. He then raised his right hand and conjured a silver sword.
The point of the sword turned red, now steaming hot.
The raindrops evaporated once they fell onto the point of the sword, producing sizzling noises.
The sword was about two meters long and its tip was wider than the blade itself. The glowing crimson sword’s point was hard to ignore in the rain.
Blue light dots flashed in front of Angele’s eyes as he walked to the carriage.
A bald man wearing a green leather suit was trapped inside the carriage and blood was dripping down his chin.
The man’s face had long become pale since his chest was broken.
Angele raised his sword up high and swung it downwards.
A black shadow jumped out of the carriage and blocked the blade.
Angele leaned back due to the impact and took a step backward.
The blue light around his eyes faded.
’75 degrees?’ He did a simple analysis. The enhanced metal forcefield and his high strength level had increased the damage dealt by his weapon slightly.
The black shadow was blown away by the impact. It was actually an old man wearing a black outfit. Blood was leaking out of his eyes and nose. Such a scene was horrifying.
God damn it. I tried,
the old man cursed as he coughed.
Where are your guards? How did you get hurt?
Angele noticed that the situation was a bit complicated. He aimed at the horses and the carriage when he initiated the attack. His purpose was to let the forcefield to do its work and break through the old wizard’s energy shield.
You guys killed them all,
the old man responded in a grave tone.
Young man, how much did they pay you to kill me? I’ll double that price if you let me go. What do you say?
The old man looked at his right arm and it was burnt black. The enchanted armband that was gifted to him by an elder in his family had broken into pieces after blocking the attack.
His energy shield that was created by the forcefield was pierced through easily. It would take him at least four years to recover from the injury.
‘But…’
The old man rubbed his right arm.
It would not be a big problem if he could stay alive. He needed to find a way to convince the young wizard in front of him.
The old man raised his head and stared at Angele.
What do you think about my offer?
Angele brandished the sword in his hand several times, its blade far longer than his height.
Whatever, it seems I’m the lucky one today. I need to finish you off before the others come.
Angele did not care about the old man’s offer at all.
You…Wait, I’ll triple the reward! Triple!
the old man who was trembling in fear shouted in desperation.
CHI
The longsword chopped through the old man’s head easily.
The heated blade burned his flesh as it sliced through his head.
Angele was satisfied with the result, he crouched and took down a black leather pouch from the old man’s belt to prove that he completed the mission.
Angele heard the noise produced by stomping horses coming from the main road. Two men in black cloaks riding on top of brown horses were moving toward him at full speed.
The man in the front was surrounded by a distorted forcefield and the raindrops were being blocked by it. The mentality wave released by him was strong and mysterious.
The two horses’ red eyes were glowing, their muscular bodies looked a bit strange.
Angele observed the two approaching wizards for several seconds, now rather confused. He shook his head, then he turned around and disappeared into the curtain of the rain.
