Natasha looked doubtfully at the young man squatting in front of her. She hesitated for a moment and said: "Are you … an alchemist?"
Angor glanced at Natasha and nodded. "Sort of."
Natasha hadn't been paying attention to the outside world for a long time. Plus, Dark Castle was still in chaos recently, so she didn't know who Angor was.
Natasha didn't say no to Angor's help. Even if she could go back, she would have to wait for a long time to get it fixed. She might even need to replace her entire body, which would take even longer. Now that someone could fix her body, even if it was only for her to regain her mobility, it was enough.
Natasha still doubted Angor's alchemy skills, but since he was Mister Phantom's follower, he couldn't be too bad.
Natasha's attitude saved Angor the time to explain. After all, he was doing something on someone else's body.
Angor quickly took out all kinds of materials and began crafting. Both his hands and Hand of Spell were moving so fast that Natasha only saw a series of blurry images in front of her eyes. When she finally regained her senses, Angor had already put all the tools back into his bracelet.
Angor patted the dust off his hands and stood up. "I'm almost done. See if you can move."
Natasha looked at the right side of her body in surprise. All the sparks were gone, and the cold shell looked perfectly fine. The gears and vortexes inside were all reconfigured.
"I didn't pay attention to the appearance because I was in a hurry. Also, I think there are still some power sources inside that need to be fixed. Once you're done, you can use the artificial skin. It'll be more convenient, "Angor explained.
Natasha stared at Angor in shock and shook her head. "I never cared about appearances. This is good enough. Thank you."
"Don't mention it. I'll remember the cost. Ten magic crystals." Natasha didn't react to Angor's words. To her, it was a fair deal.
"Try standing up first."
Natasha stood up and found that there were no more obstructions. Her movements were very smooth. Although she couldn't mobilize her mana, she felt that it was much smoother than before.
Natasha couldn't believe her eyes. She walked back and forth several times, but there was no delay at all.
As a user, her own experience was very clear.
This smoothness was even better than the one he had given to Madam Kimberly.
Furthermore, the other party used less than half an hour to complete the refinement?! One had to know that if she waited for Madam Kimberly to repair it, she would have to queue for at least half a month, and wait for another half a month for it to be repaired.
This was simply unimaginable!
Alchemy was actually this simple? Natasha couldn't help but have this thought, but she quickly sobered up. She had read too many records about alchemy, so she knew that alchemy wasn't a simple matter. There was only one explanation —
Natasha looked at the tall young man standing not far away. Had he surpassed Madam Kimberly?
"Since you don't need to worry about anything, lead the way," Angor said.
Natasha nodded and walked into the dark forest. "Follow me, please."
They walked in silence for about a minute. Angor noticed that they weren't heading toward Dark Castle. Instead, they were going somewhere far away from the castle.
Did this mean that everyone in Dark Castle had left?
Natasha, who was walking in front of Angor, hesitated for a while before she spoke to Angor in a low voice, "What's your nickname, mister?"
Natasha wanted to know Angor's name. In her mind, an alchemist better than Madam Kimberly must be famous in the southern wizarding region. But she didn't want to ask for his name. Instead, she asked for his nickname.
"Nope," said Angor.
Natasha didn't know how to answer, but she didn't give up. "You must be famous in the alchemy circle, right?"
Angor didn't know how to answer this question. If he said he was famous, it would sound like he was bragging. If he said he wasn't famous, it would be a lie. Besides, if he thought he was being humble, others would think he lacked confidence.
"What are you trying to say?" Angor asked a question of his own.
Natasha hesitated and shook her head. "I just feel that you're very good at alchemy, mister. I'm just curious."
Angor considered. "The alchemist who made your mechanical body is also very good. Very creative."
Angor wasn't exaggerating. He talked to Muse about Mechanical Armament not long ago, and they also talked about mechanical limbs. The woman's mechanical body shared many of Muse's ideas, which meant the alchemist must have a good eye.
"Madam Kimberly is an excellent alchemist," Natasha replied.
"Kimberly? You mean … Moonless Moon? "It was Sunders who spoke. His voice was filled with curiosity.
"Yes, that's her. Mister Phantom, do you know Madam Kimberly?"
Angor looked at Sunders. This was the first time he heard about Kimberly, but judging from Sunders' expression, the man seemed to know a lot about her.
"I didn't expect her to come back," Sunders whispered. "As far as I know, Kimberly was born in the same era as Isabelle. After Isabelle left, Kimberly stayed in the southern wizarding region for a while before following Isabelle's footsteps and left. This happened more than six hundred years ago. Kimberly has never returned since she left. "
Angor now understood why Sunders was surprised by Kimberly's name.
Kimberly had a relationship with someone they knew, which was speculated by outsiders, but never made it public. And this person was the current head of Lilith's Family, Eventide Kanter.
"Kanter didn't talk about the relationship between Kimberly and Kanter. But he did know Kimberly, "Sunders said. "As far as I know, Kimberly used to be a Moon-Breath Wizard. Since when did she become interested in alchemy?"
This was the first time Natasha heard about the strange relationship between Lady Kimberly and Kanter from Lilith's House. While she was enjoying the story, she noticed her professor looking at her.
Natasha shuddered. "I-I don't know about Lady Kimberly, but ever since Lady Kimberly returned, she has been shouldering the responsibility of alchemy."
"When did she come back? Did she tell you where she went? "
Natasha said, "She came back a year ago. I'm not familiar with Mrs. Kimberly, so I don't know where she went during her absence."
Sunders nodded. Natasha was telling the truth.
Speaking of which, he had never met Kimberly before. However, whenever Kanter mentioned Kimberly, he always had a deep sense of regret. He even said that if he worked together with Kimberly, his strength would double. That was why he was curious about Kimberly.
About ten minutes later, Natasha suddenly said, "We're approaching one of the nodes. But I think there'll be an ambush."
Natasha already told them about the nodes, but they didn't ask her about it.
"Why would the undead do that?" Angor asked. "Why would the undead do that? Could it be that someone is manipulating the undead? "
However, Natasha did not say anything about this question.
Angor believed that this might be related to what happened to Dark Castle.
Since Natasha didn't want to talk about it, Angor didn't ask further. He gripped Prelude to Undead and kept his guard up.
They didn't encounter any undead creatures in the first few minutes. But when they got closer, Angor already sensed the resentful aura coming from the undead creatures.
There must be a lot of them here.
Crack!
Natasha suddenly paused. She lowered her head and realized that it was just a twig that she had stepped on. Only then did she heave a sigh of relief. "I estimate that there are spectres near the nodes, and it takes a long time to open the nodes. So, we have to clear the spectres or lure them away before we can return …"
Before she could finish her sentence, Natasha suddenly felt something strange under her feet and looked down again.
At the bottom of her skirt, a greenish-white Undead was sticking its terrifying head out from the ground. Its eye sockets were dark and gloomy. Although she couldn't see any expression in its eyes, Natasha felt a chill run down her spine.
The corners of the undead's mouth cracked open. His smile was so terrifying that the veins on his face bulged out.
"It's the smell of a living —"
With a sharp roar, the hand that came out of the ground grabbed Natasha's ankle.
In great pain, Natasha tripped and fell to the ground.
She struggled to break free from her shackles, but at this moment, countless ghostly white hands slowly reached out from the ground.
Sorrowful cries, unsettling murmurs, and the evil aura of the undead creatures all turned the place into an undead hell.
Natasha was right in the middle of the Hell of the Undead. Her limbs and head were all grabbed by the sharp Undead Hands. Her ears were still filled with the screams of the undead creatures. For a moment, Natasha felt like her limbs were being torn apart, and her brain was about to explode.
"Am I going to die?" Natasha laid on the ground and looked at the hands moving in front of her eyes.
But as soon as the thought came to her mind, she noticed that the hands in front of her eyes suddenly disappeared like dust.
She slowly sat up and looked around. She realized that the hands that had reached out from the ground had all disappeared.
She kept blinking her eyes, a look of confusion on her face. Was I hallucinating?
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