Kimberly wanted to borrow an alchemy weapon that could eliminate undead creatures, but she also wanted to share alchemy knowledge with Angor.
Kimberly's alchemy heritage was actually a thousand-year-old alchemy technique. For many things, the older, the better. For example, in alchemy, the more advanced it was, the more representative it was of the current generation.
In Kimberly's mind, Angor was a genius alchemist who wasn't very good at alchemy due to his age. However, judging from how he repaired Natasha's mechanical body, Kimberly believed that he had seen some of the most advanced mechanical alchemy techniques before. This way, she could learn more about the current state of mechanical alchemy.
However, Kimberly didn't realize that Angor didn't have many opportunities to learn about advanced mechanical alchemy techniques. The reason why he could repair Natasha's body so quickly was that he had a solid foundation in alchemy.
"Should I talk to Kimberly?" Angor was willing to do so. Alchemy skills could only be improved through communication.
However, he came here with Kimberly's teacher, and he was still far from her level. Sunders was the only one who could talk to her at the same level.
Angor looked back at Sunders to ask for his opinion.
But when he looked back, he saw Sunders already sitting on the sofa and taking a nap.
Angor was surprised and checked the Dream Gate's power. As he expected, Sunders already went to Foundation City through Nightmare Illusion not long ago.
It seemed that Sunders was going to let Angor do whatever he wanted.
With that in mind, Angor nodded to Kimberly. "Okay then."
They didn't pick a time or place. They began their discussion in the living room, but they stayed away from the sofa so that they wouldn't disturb Sunders.
Natasha was probably the happiest of them all during the alchemy exchange.
Neither Angor nor Lady Kimberly asked her to avoid suspicion. As a cyborg, she often needed to repair and replace her mechanical organs. Angor and Lady Kimberly were talking about mechanical alchemy, and they even used Natasha as an example. Natasha learned a lot from it.
However, as the conversation went on, Natasha became more and more confused.
At first, it seemed like Kimberly was the one who was explaining her ideas, but later on, Angor was the one who took control of the situation. Every word Angor said not only inspired Natasha, but also Kimberly.
Natasha noticed that Kimberly didn't talk about her alchemy ideas anymore. Instead, she kept asking Angor for his opinion. It was almost like they were in a classroom in a school, where Angor was the teacher who answered all her questions, and Kimberly was the student who asked questions eagerly..
... Angor didn't know what was going on?
Natasha felt a little strange, but she didn't want to learn more. She focused her mind and listened listened to Angor's explanation. com.
Time passed, and the clock on the wall had already turned half a circle.
Sunders had already returned from the dream wasteland. "That's all for today. We'll talk about the rest next time."
Natasha felt a little disappointed, but she couldn't say anything about it.
Kimberly also felt disappointed. She was about to hear some important questions about mechanical alchemy, but since Angor had already made up his mind, she had no choice but to nod. "Fine. Next time."
After Kimberly finished speaking, she subconsciously looked up at the time.
Six hours had already passed?! Kimberly was stunned. She didn't feel that time had passed so quickly. In her mind, it felt like only a few minutes had passed.
Kimberly couldn't help but recall what they talked about earlier. Then, she was once again immersed in the new ideas Angor gave her.
When she came back to her senses, it was already ten minutes later.
Kimberly sighed. She thought Angor was a creative, talented, and lucky alchemist, and that he might not be as good as her in terms of alchemy knowledge.
She could use this chance to teach Angor something during the exchange. She could also ask him to lend her alchemy weapon while doing him a favor.
However, she didn't expect Angor's alchemy system to be so complete, and his knowledge was solid and profound.
Not only did she fail to teach Angor, but Angor was the one who taught her.
Kimberly was both happy and frustrated.
She was happy because she had gained a lot of alchemy knowledge, as well as new viewpoints. The short exchange in half a day was better than several months of Kimberly's contemplation.
But she didn't know how to ask Angor to lend her an alchemy weapon.
She was the one who received the favor. Should she ask Angor for it?
Kimberly had no choice but to give up the idea for now. She decided to let Isabella do the talking. After all, Isabella was the main culprit behind Dark Castle's destruction.
With that in mind, Kimberly stopped worrying about this matter. Instead, she began to chat with Angor about her daily life.
She treated Sunders and Angor in a completely different way.
Sunders couldn't give her anything, but Angor could make her feel the sparks of her thoughts colliding and her spirit being satisfied. Of course, her impression of Angor was getting better and better.
Even though Angor wasn't that strong, Kimberly still admired his alchemy skills.
Angor didn't refuse. Chatting without thinking could help him relax a little.
After chatting for a while, a plainly dressed female slave came in and spoke in a small voice, "Mister Wizard, the food you asked the kitchen to prepare is ready."
Kimberly nodded and waved her hand to dismiss the slave. She then smiled and said, "It's time for dinner. Why don't we go to the restaurant and talk?"
Angor wanted to refuse, but Kimberly added, "It's not Greya's cooking, but it's from a Gourmet Apprentice from Candy House. I'm sure you'll like it."
Of course, Angor wouldn't refuse a Gourmet Wizard's cooking.
He enjoyed the meal to his heart's content. The food made by a Gourmet Wizard didn't make him a slave to his taste buds like Greya's, but he still couldn't stop praising it.
After the meal, Angor felt his senses getting a little stronger. At the same time, his body was temporarily enveloped by a layer of holy light, which was effective against undead creatures. It wasn't really useful to Angor since he had Prelude to Rebirth, but it was better than nothing.
After dinner, Kimberly decided to talk to Isabella and tell her what happened. Before leaving, Kimberly asked Natasha to lead them to a guest room.
They were arranged to stay in a split-level underground room with a main living room in one of the side corridors of the Soul Society.
The room had been tidied up. Natasha said, "If you need anything in the room, you can contact me at any time."
"I don't need anything. But do you remember what I told you just now?" Natasha nodded.
Natasha nodded. "I can answer anything as long as it's not about secrets."
Natasha was worried that Angor might ask something she couldn't or didn't dare to answer.
"Don't worry. I don't think it's a secret." Angor hesitated a little and snapped his fingers under Natasha's gaze.
Following the sound, Melodious Illusion cantrip appeared at the source of the sound.
Natasha saw a flash of white light in front of her eyes, and she quickly closed them.
When she closed her eyes, Natasha felt something touch her hand that was at the edge of her dress …
Hand? Is it Angor's hand? Natasha's heart raced.
However, before Natasha could fantasize about it, she noticed that a cold hand was holding hers. Natasha also noticed that the hand was very small. It didn't belong to an adult.
Natasha opened her eyes in confusion and subconsciously looked to her side.
The moment she lowered her head, she immediately saw a smiling face.
She was wearing a yellow dress and looked to be less than ten years old. She had wavy blonde hair, emerald green eyes, a flat nose, and freckles on her cheeks, which made her look both ugly and cute.
The little girl was holding Natasha's hand and smiling so brightly that her eyes almost turned into slits.
Natasha looked at the little girl with both surprise and confusion. "Hey, Flowey, why are you here? Didn't Lady Isabelle tell you not to go anywhere? "
Angor and Sunders looked at each other in confusion.
After Flowey Sparrow became a soul, she lost a lot of her memories, including her own name. When Angor met Flowey Sparrow, he named her "Flowey".
Previously, they had only made a "rough guess", but now, Natasha's words had completely revealed that she was related to Hua Que Que.
She was the woman in the painting who took Flowey Sparrow away.
However, the words that Natasha had just blurted out were somewhat thought-provoking.
"Didn't Lady Isabelle tell you not to go anywhere?" Did she mean that Flowey Sparrow wasn't taken by Natasha, but by Isabelle's order? But why would Isabelle do that?
And was Flowey Sparrow really in Dark Castle?
If Flowey Sparrow's whereabouts had something to do with Isabelle, the Lord of Twilight, would it be a secret?
Many thoughts flashed through Angor's mind. On the other hand, Natasha finally realized that something was wrong with Flowey. Flowey only smiled without saying anything, which didn't fit Flowey's personality.
While Natasha was still puzzled, Flowey's illusion disappeared.
"It's just an illusion," Angor explained. "But my problem has something to do with it."
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