Section 305.
Prome's Gift
After sending Vice away, Angor returned to the living room and saw Nausica, Sailum, and Dave happily chatting away. Laughter could be heard coming out of their mouths.
Sailum even gave Angor a suspicious grin. Even Nausica, who was always serious about her words, was also smiling with her dimples.
Angor moved closer and heard Dave telling them about the glorious deeds of "Baron Milk".
"Angor, why did you choose such a name?"
— None of your business!
"Angor, what's your relationship with Saka?"
— Enemy!
"Angor, why did you kill Parasite Queen?"
— Because she deserved it!
Dave was a smooth talker. It was the first time he met Angor, but the conversation was lively. Angor betrayed Angor in exchange for Sailum and Nausica looking at him in a new light. This kind of behavior was too shameful!!
When Sailum left, Dave whispered to Angor, "Angor, where did you get such an interesting friend? You should've introduced him to us! "
As soon as Sailum left, Nausica followed behind him. She patted Angor's shoulder and sighed. "You … made such a big fuss. I hope we can grow strong enough to support you one day."
Angor watched his friends leave and remembered Sailum's words. Sailum's expression did not match his words. Sailum looked relaxed when he asked the question, but he looked sad.
Angor understood how they felt, but he could not stop and wait. The journey of becoming a wizard was long. The only stop was the moment of death.
When Angor returned to the living room, he saw Dave still smiling at him. Prome came to him. "You made a deal with Vice?"
Angor nodded. "It's done. Vice is indeed a genius. I don't know how strong he really is, but I can tell that I can't compare to him in terms of willpower and flexibility. He's a natural-born wizard when it comes to reading people's minds. "
Prome nodded as well. "I knew he would."
"Then why did you ask me to play along with you?"
"There's no conflict. I'm just telling him the truth. The weapon he wants to refine is indeed very difficult. He only needs to receive this information. We put on an act to make him show his utmost sincerity. " Prome grinned. "He's a smart guy. He likes the thrill of being in control of the situation. Our acting is actually a show of respect for his intelligence."
"Don't overthink it. Just get what you want," Prome said in a serious tone.
Angor glanced at Prome from the corner of his eyes and sighed in his mind. You should never underestimate anyone. Prome is a wise old man. Vice must have seen through Prome's plan when they were alone. Sure enough, they were all old foxes. He was just a little white rabbit, yet he was obediently sandwiched between them.
Prome didn't ask what kind of materials Angor got. He only pointed it out to him. Vice was also a smart man.
He sat back on the sofa and took out his silver revolver.
Prome's eyes lit up with joy when he saw the silver revolver. He stuttered, "What's this …"
"A revolver with Prelude to Elimination."
…
After Prome left, Angor let out a long yawn. He had been working for nearly 30 hours straight, and he was already exhausted. When he went back to his bedroom to rest, he saw Toto already awake and sitting on his bed, playing with a small capsule.
Toto's injuries were much better now, but he still needed to sleep a lot because he lost too much blood. This was the first time he saw Toto playing so happily.
Angor moved closer to stroke Toto's fur, only to find that Toto was playing with a space capsule.
Tohr answered in a lazy tone, saying that Prome had left it behind.
Angor used his spirit feelers to check the capsule and saw dozens of books inside.
He crushed them and found that most of them were books about alchemy synthesis. Angor already had these books, but they were filled with classic cases and Prome's personal notes, which made them more valuable.
There was a special, skinless book at the bottom of the pile. Angor flipped to the first page and froze.
Prome's Alchemy Handbook.
This was the most valuable personal note of an alchemist. Angor also had his own alchemy handbook, which contained his personal experiences and experiences after making his first alchemy item.
Did Prome just give such a precious gift to him?
Angor quickly flipped through several pages. From the beginning, Prome's childish writing and ideas to the later parts of the book, Angor felt as if he was going through an alchemy journey with Prome from the beginning to the end.
On the last page of the book, Prome left a note for him.
[Thank you for your help, Angor. I don't think you'll accept my magic crystals anyway. Take these things that are of no use to me as a gift of thanks. I'll look up to you from the foot of Alchemy Mountain. Useless items?]
Angor shook his head and chuckled. They were indeed useless to Prome. But to Angor, they were priceless treasures.
Just as Prome said, if Prome had given him a magic crystal, he would've given it back. But Prome gave him these instead. He wanted to use the silver revolver to repay Angor for saving his life.
But now, he might have returned the favor, but the favor was getting heavier.
This was probably what Prome wanted as well.
"Old fox," Angor sighed. He sighed again and threw himself on the bed. "I don't even have the heart to say no!"
When he woke up, it was already the next morning.
It was the sixth day of the Month of Soothing Wind. There were still 11 days until the Month of Harvest (August). He had less than 2,000 magic crystals in his card. Even if he gave Vice the weapon in two days, he still had less than 20,000 crystals left. It would be difficult to reach 100,000 crystals.
Angor did not worry too much though. He had a lot of things that could be exchanged for magic crystals. If he really had no other choice, he could sell the Section Ephemera.
However, he did not plan to sell the Section Ephemera until he had no other choice.
Angor went to the basement and prepared to work harder to make Vice's weapon. He had another plan. If that plan worked, he could earn 100,000 crystals without relying on the Section Ephemera.
Before going to the basement, Angor opened the curtains and looked outside. The number of people guarding outside had decreased by a lot, but there were still a few who looked at his villa from time to time.
They were all mortals. Angor assumed that they were the eyes of some apprentices.
How arrogant of them to place their eyes in front of his house like this. Angor pulled down the curtains in annoyance. When he sent Prome away yesterday, he purposely stood outside the door for a long time, but those people did not come to him.
He really wanted to paste a sign on his forehead: Take orders! Alchemy orders! Master here! Late no wait!
He was planning to scam a few more rich idiots like Vice. However, no one came to talk to him.
If they were not here for alchemy, then what were they doing outside his door? Acting as a doorman?
Angor returned to his underground lab in a bad mood.
He still planned to use the revolver as the main weapon for Vice's weapon. However, when choosing materials, he changed several materials that increased heat resistance and stability. Since Vice wanted to use the weapon for group attacks, he needed to use the most power, and heat resistance was the most important factor.
After changing the materials, the final result would be different.
The next day, when the sky was covered by layers of dark clouds again, Apprentice Town Eight became the center of attention once again. Some advanced apprentices living in Tree Spirit Garden even came to visit.
Angor, on the other hand, was admiring his new product.
Unlike "Rebirth", which was the name given to the silver revolver by Prome, this one was bronze in color. The design of the weapon was the same as "Rebirth", but the engravings were not as delicate. Angor only polished it a little and added more checkered patterns on the butt.
Angor did not even want to add checkered patterns if he did not want the weapon to slip.
He just did not care about the quality of the weapon. To save time, Angor did not care about the appearance of the weapon.
The bronze revolver was still beautiful without any patterns. At least in Angor's opinion, it was a low-key luxury.
He heard someone knocking on his door before he could get to his hands on the item.
Angor came back from the basement and yawned. As he expected, there were more people loitering outside because of another omen.
"Damn, this omen is annoying. Do I really have to do alchemy in the wild?" Angor mumbled to himself as he opened the door and came to the yard.
Angor's appearance attracted many people's attention. This time, they did not just stand by and watch. Instead, they approached Angor.
Angor snorted in disdain. Yesterday, he was standing at the door, waiting for orders. Now, no way! I'm not the same person I am today!
Angor finally focused on the door. Who knocked on the door just now? If someone wanted to find him for alchemy, unless it was a big order of more than 50,000 gold coins, there was no need to open his mouth. Angor was already thinking about how to reject the person in a cold manner when he saw Vice standing at the door.
Today, Vice was no longer wearing the simple gray robe he wore yesterday. Instead, he was wearing a flamboyant fiery red windbreaker and a pair of white trousers with golden edges. Even his blonde hair was combed in a flamboyant manner, matching his aggressive appearance very well.
Angor opened the door and saw Vice smiling at him. "I followed the omen here. Did you succeed, Mister Padt?"
The question made him feel awkward. He just said it was hard to make, and he did it on the second day. It was like slapping his own face.
"Um, something like that," Angor answered vaguely while inviting Vice inside.
"Even the omens are the same. Looks like Mister Padt is a master craftsman," Vice said with a faint smile.
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