Who was the one who refined it? Froste looked from side to side, from face to face, but he could not see any of them.
Was it a Soul Manipulator? Froste looked at Isabelle again, but she didn't seem to want to look at him.
Not her.
Next, Froste looked at Sunders, who was another truth-finder wizard he cared about. Sunders was a strong truth-finder wizard, and his sharp eyes and arrogant attitude reminded Froste of the geniuses from Origin World.
The gentleman did not avoid Froste's gaze. After several seconds of staring, Froste shook his head again. That's not it either.
Kimberly was the only one left.
Well, she was the only one who smelled like gears. She must be an alchemist who specialized in machinery.
Froste was a little surprised that a mechanical alchemist could make a complete Prelude to Rebirth, but he had no other choice.
Froste looked at Kimberly in satisfaction. She was a level-2 truth-finder wizard, and she was able to touch Mystery.
However, how did she manage to survive after failing to refine the mysterious item?
Before Froste could ask, Kimberly shook her head. "You misunderstood me. I'm an alchemist, but I haven't studied alchemy for long. I don't know anything about Mystery."
Kimberly's denial confused Frost. If it wasn't her, who else could it be?
"Who's the alchemist you mentioned?" Froste looked at Isabelle. "You're not talking about yourself, are you?"
Isabelle turned her head away and humphed.
After a moment of silence, he raised his hand. "It's me."
Froste's heart skipped a beat. "It's you?! How?! "
Froste's calm and courteous voice had now become somewhat sharp and high-pitched. It was clear just how shocked he was.
"It's Angor. He did it in Dark Castle. We saw it with our own eyes." Isabelle sighed.
Froste looked at Angor from head to toe again. He only paid attention to Angor's body and didn't pay attention to the alchemy items on Angor's body.
Froste's eyes glowed with a strange light as he tried to get more information from Angor.
Hat, a very common alchemy tool, but with a purifying force field, it barely qualified.
There was a necklace around his neck with ordinary glass beads hanging from it. It seemed to be some kind of item to entrust one's thoughts to.
The clothes were ordinary, and the bracelet was a spatial tool that seemed to have the effect of reducing one's presence. It looked like a pretty good alchemy product. Even in the Origin World, it wouldn't fall behind.
The weapon, needless to say, was Prelude to Samsara.
Looking further down, the shoes were also an alchemy tool. They should be used to increase speed and fly. They were still very exquisite.
He had quite a lot of alchemy tools on him, which was quite a lot for an Apprentice Apprentice. What's more, he still had the space in his bracelet, so there should be a lot of alchemy tools hidden there.
If Angor was not rich enough, there was only one way to get all these alchemy items: Angor was an alchemist.
Froste believed that Angor was an alchemist. Apart from the hat, most of Angor's alchemy items were enchantment items passed down from generation to generation. Even Prelude to Samsara had traces of magic arrays.
It was very likely that Angor crafted Prelude to Samsara.
While thinking, Froste glanced at Angor's shoulder.
Eh, I didn't expect to miss one?
Interesting, there was actually a hidden cloak, and its effect was actually the rarest ability to block prophecies?
Also, there's a familiar smell on it.
"You were tagged by the Time Thief?" Froste frowned.
Angor nodded. "When I was crafting a certain item —"
"When you crafted this cloak, right?" Froste pointed at Angor's shoulder.
Angor didn't expect Froste's eyes to be so sharp. "Yeah. It's called Crimson Night. When I was crafting it, I saw a man sitting on a clock inside the alchemy omen. He called himself Cassini."
"So it's him." Froste sighed. "The Time Thief is a very powerful wizard. He can give you some benefits, but he can also take away your choices. If he takes away your right path, you'll never be able to find the truth. I sincerely suggest that if you ever meet the Time Thief again, you must make your choice carefully. Don't be fooled by him. One mistake and you'll lose your entire future. "
Froste's words were directed at Angor. However, Sunders also listened to Froste's advice because he was also tagged by the Time Thief.
Most wizards in the southern wizarding region were happy to see the Time Thief. In fact, most of them welcomed him. However, Sunders had always been against the Time Thief and told Angor the same thing. Now that Froste, who seemed to be a powerful wizard, also said the same thing, Sunders was even more certain that he should be wary of the Time Thief.
Froste didn't say anything else. The Time Thief was a powerful wizard. If he kept talking about Angor, the Time Thief might turn his attention to him.
Froste was a little surprised that Angor was tagged by the Time Thief. However, the Time Thief never tagged someone without potential. Angor's presence meant that Angor had a lot of potential.
"Did you really make Prelude to Rebirth?" Froste already had an idea, but he still wanted to use Truth Verification to confirm the answer.
Angor nodded again. "Yes."
It was true! Angor was telling the truth!
Froste was silent for a while to digest this information. After a while, he asked, "Then why are you fine?"
"Why?" Angor didn't know what Froste meant.
Froste looked at Angor's confused expression and sighed in his mind. Angor didn't know the meaning of a Mystery item, nor did he know what would happen if he failed to make it.
No wonder Isabella said that Angor wouldn't be able to keep the item even if he succeeded.
He was simply a hothead!
However, even if he was a hothead, he was still a very lucky hothead.
Froste explained to Angor helplessly, "Aside from the naturally formed Mystery items, crafting a Mystery item involves a whole different level of knowledge compared to ordinary alchemists. There are many mysteries involved, and some even touch upon the truth of the matter.
But it's also very, very difficult to make a Mystery item successfully. "
Froste used the word "very" three times to express how difficult it was to craft a Mystery item.
"I'm not an alchemist, so I can't tell you how to make a Mystery item. Or maybe you know better than I do." Froste paused for a moment before continuing, "However, once you set your mind on creating a Mystery item, there is no turning back. There are only two outcomes: success or failure.
"Without considering the benefits, if the refinement is successful, nothing will happen to you. Of course, that's not entirely true. Sometimes, the item might backfire on you. But you'll be safe as long as the item is finished.
"But if you fail, you'll suffer a calamity. You might disappear … or even die." The Alchemist that Froste had been following had disappeared on the spot. No one knew if he was dead or alive, and no one knew where he had gone. Perhaps he was trapped in the Mystery omen forever without knowing it.
"So, I'm curious. If you're the one who crafted Prelude to Rebirth, how did you survive?" Froste briefly told Angor about his failed attempt. He did not want to know how Angor, an apprentice, came into contact with a Mystery item. He only wanted to know how Angor managed to survive the ordeal.
Angor was shocked by Froste's explanation. He didn't think that crafting Prelude to Rebirth would be so dangerous.
But now that he thought about it carefully, he realized that he didn't suffer a calamity like Froste said.
Why is that?
Froste already knew the answer when he saw Angor's confused expression. Angor was lucky enough to be blessed by the gods. He didn't even know where his luck came from.
"How about this? If you don't mind, can you tell me how you did it?"
When Angor was crafting Prelude to Rebirth, almost everyone in Dark Castle saw it, so it wasn't really a secret. He thought for a moment and nodded. "Alright."
He wanted to know the reason as well.
Froste didn't wait for Angor's answer right away. Instead, he turned to Isabelle and spoke in a polite tone, "I'll be staying in Dark Castle for a while. Of course, I'll keep my promise. "
Isabelle hesitated. Was Froste going to stay in Dark Castle for a while?
Froste continued, "I'm a wizard who believes in fair trade. While I'm in Dark Castle, if you can pay the price, I'll make any deal with you."
A deal? Isabelle didn't say anything, but Sunders seemed to have thought of something. He lowered his head and frowned.
Isabelle agreed in the end. She didn't dare to say no because she still couldn't see through Froste's power. Faced with such a powerful adept, all she could do was try her best not to offend him.
Froste turned to Angor and said, "I see we can continue our conversation now. How about I create a Mana Hut so we can talk in my room? I'll prepare delicious food from different worlds as a treat. "
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