Two days later, Angor walked out of the Nightmare Domain.
He spent the past two days in the Nightmare Domain simulating his skin using illusions. He tried 50 times in total, and failed six times. Most of the failures happened on the first day. Since he had to use the Hand of Spell to help him, he made some mistakes during the process, which led to his failure.
After figuring out the reasons for his failures, Angor's success rate on the second day went up. Other than the first round where he made some mistakes, which led to his failure, everything else was a success.
Compared to other similar skin transplants, his success rate was relatively high. Other wizards who tried to transplant their own skin would be lucky if they could reach 80% success rate.
Angor was an alchemist who often used the Hand of Spell. He wasn't familiar with it at first, but he was able to control it with great precision, which was why his success rate was so high.
Angor was confident that he could proceed with the transplant, so he ended his illusions and left the Nightmare Domain.
However, he didn't plan to do it right away after leaving the Nightmare Domain. This was because he had received a message from the Water Witch on his communicator in the morning.
According to Water Witch, Vifet already told him that she wanted to meet Angor at Granny Fingernail's Alchemy House in the afternoon.
This was why Angor failed the transplant in the morning.
It was almost time for the meeting, so Angor left the manor and headed to the main city.
When he arrived at Granny Fingernail's Alchemy House, he saw Water Witch Farrina already there, chatting happily with a bulky man.
"I'm sorry I'm late," Angor apologized.
Farrina waved a hand. "There's still half an hour left. You're early. As for me, I've been here since yesterday. "
"Yesterday?" Angor was surprised.
Farrina chuckled. "Don't you feel anything strange about Granny Fingernail's Alchemy House today?"
"Granny isn't here?" Angor glanced at the counter in the distance. Normally, Granny Fingernail would sit there. But now, Neha was standing there.
Neha was Granny Fingernail's incense puppet.
Farrina blinked and smiled. "Granny is still discussing with the dean in the Research and Development Institute. She asked me to take care of the alchemy house for her, so I came over to be the temporary owner. I can also take some materials back."
It seemed that Granny Fingernail was still discussing with Dean Muse and Beast Emperor about Sir Ivo's matter. This matter was related to the core of the research and development department, so there was no room for carelessness.
"His name is Leon. Have you heard of him before?" Farrina introduced the man sitting in front of her.
Leon was a burly man. He was wearing a yellow sorcerer's robe with sand patterns. He had short curly brown hair, and there was a scar on the left side of his face that went past his brow bone. At first, he looked fierce, but after he smiled, the fierceness was diluted. Instead, he looked cheerful.
The first thing he saw was not Leon's face, but Leon's shoulders.
Because on his shoulders, there was a pair of plush hands with pink nails hanging from his clothes. When Angor looked over, he saw a small head slowly rising from Leon's back.
It was a miniature sand bear. Its black eyes looked around, but when it saw Angor's gaze, it quickly lowered its head.
Angor looked at Leon's face and nodded with a smile. "Of course. Mister Leon, you're known as the fairest wizard in the entire southern wizardry region."
Leon, nicknamed "Sand Bear", came from Moxa Westland. He was very popular in the World of Adepts because of his righteousness and loyalty.
This was Angor's first time meeting Leon, but he had heard of Leon's name a long time ago. Back then, when Dave brought Angor's music box to the auction at Remnant River, Leon even defended Angor's music box because someone mentioned that it was a pirated version.
Angor had never met Leon before, but he already had a good impression of the man.
"I've heard of the great wizard of dimensions for a long time, and I've been looking for a chance to meet you. Finally, I can meet you in person." Leon shook Angor's hand with a smile.
After some small talk, they all took their seats.
Angor had a good impression of Leon, but he was still wondering why Leon was here.
Farrina quickly explained, "Vifet contacted me earlier. He said he's in the most important phase of his experiment and can't leave. He said he'll ask someone else to bring the Scroll of Luck. I didn't expect it to be Leon. "
Leon added, "Vifet is delayed by something, and he's sorry that he can't come in person. I was on my way to Floating Mech City, and I thought I could meet the famous wizard of dimensions, so I came in his place. "
As he spoke, Ryan picked up the mini sand bear that was hanging on his shoulder and put it on the table.
Under everyone's gaze, the little sand bear was also a little uncomfortable and shivered.
"This is my friend, Misha. He's a little shy." Leon rubbed the bear's head. The warmth from his hand calmed the bear down a little.
Then, Ryan's lips moved. The little sand bear seemed to have heard something. It leaned forward slightly, opened its mouth, and spat out a small leather scroll.
When the scroll came into contact with the outside world, the originally thumb-sized scroll began to grow with the wind, and in an instant, it became a normal size.
"Misha has a storage space inside him," Leon explained. He then handed the wrapped scroll to Angor. "This is the Scroll of Luck Vifet asked me to bring you. Take a look."
"Sure." Angor's eyes glowed as he accepted the scroll.
The scroll didn't look special at first. But when Angor unfolded it and revealed its true form, a strange rhythm filled the hall.
The Scroll of Luck was a special and rare magic scroll. Angor was an enchantment master himself, so he could feel it more clearly.
There were no runes on the scroll. However, as energy gathered on the scroll, countless geometric lines appeared in front of Angor's eyes. The lines jumped out from the scroll and turned from flat to solid. They kept extending and forming simple yet eye-catching patterns.
These minimalistic wind patterns formed a marvelous maze. At this moment, there was a strange energy that was shuttling through the maze as if it was looking for an exit.
However, this energy was different from other mazes.
Wherever it passed, the sharp edges would become smooth, and the sharp edges would become smooth. It was as if the edges of fate were smoothed out one by one, choosing to collapse all the dangers hidden in the darkness, leaving only a smooth path that led straight to the final exit.
As soon as the energy reached the exit of the maze, all the lines in Angor's vision became flat again.
A breeze blew by out of nowhere, and everything that had happened before disappeared.
The Scroll of Luck was flat and unfolded. There was nothing on it except for a cluster of hidden energy, quiet and traceless.
"So this is the Scroll of Luck?" Angor muttered to himself. What he saw just now was simply too shocking.
He thought the Scroll of Luck was also a type of rune, so he might be able to copy it. But now, it seemed that the study of runes was still beyond his imagination. He knew it was a rune, but he couldn't find any trace of it. It was as if the rune was on another plane, or in another dimension.
Before reaching a certain level, he couldn't even understand how it worked, let alone copy it.
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