Prome's Alchemy Shop.
Since there was no need to sell anything today, the shop was deserted to begin with. Plus, it was almost evening, so no one came to visit.
David left the counter and went to the table where the metal materials were stored. He held a meteorite in one hand and a star iron in the other. He wanted to improve the material of the Tang Saber before he closed the shop at night. He wanted to add some cold materials and see if the saber could have the effect of frost.
Synthesis was much slower than enchantment. However, it was more stable and had a higher chance of producing special effects. The upper limit was also higher than enchantment.
David melted the materials bit by bit. His hand gestures changed from time to time. It was as if there was an invisible string that was guiding the materials to dance in the flame. It was a magical scene.
Time passed slowly. When a streak of starlight flashed across the streamlined saber, David's eyes lit up.
"It's done!"
David looked at the dazzling saber in his hand. His face lit up with joy. He gently slashed at the trial stone in the distance, and a fierce cold air burst out.
A scratch appeared on the stone, but it was shallow. Judging from the depth of the scratch, it was not sharp enough to reach the Advanced Rank.
However, it was worth mentioning that a white frost covered the area around the scratch. This meant that the weapon had the ability of frost, just as David expected.
"Now that I can attach special effects to it, the next step is to officially reach the Advanced Rank!" David thought to himself proudly.
But in the next second, his smile froze on his face.
The Tang Saber suddenly disintegrated in his hand, shattering into pieces of scrap iron, falling to the ground, and setting off waves of cold air.
David was stunned for a long while before he accepted the fact. "Sigh, I failed again."
David squatted down and wanted to see what was wrong with these broken pieces of iron. Why did they suddenly fall apart?
"What's going on?" David put on his goggles and adjusted the thick lenses to a convex lens. He carefully observed the patterns on the broken pieces. "There's nothing wrong with them. Is it because the materials are clashing with each other?"
While David was mumbling to himself, a calm voice came from the front desk.
"The materials are not clashing with each other, but the cold element is a bit too strong."
The sudden sound of voices made David raise his head abruptly. He saw Angor in a black gentleman suit. He was now sitting in front of the table in the center of the shop and looking at the broken pieces under David's feet.
"Angor, why are you here?" David looked happy at first, but then he remembered the broken pieces on the ground and felt a little embarrassed. "Sorry about that. I was just experimenting, and it broke …"
Angor glanced at the broken pieces on the ground and explained, "Meteorite, Star Iron, and Winter Sand.. These three materials can complement each other, but the cold element is too strong, with the main materials, they are too weak. That's why they fell apart.................. with with.
.. with........ Angor............ "..
"You can do that, but I'm afraid the effect will be greatly reduced. I don't even know if the frost effect will appear in the end."
"Then what should I do? Should I change the main materials? Those three auxiliary materials are all untiered, and so is my main material. They should be a good match. "
"It's simple. Lengthen the melting time. First, it will reduce the cold element, and second, it will make the main material more solid. "
"That's it?" Dave was a little taken aback by Angor's answer.
"That's it."
David carefully thought about his crafting process and confirmed that he did not spend too much time on the melting process. He was just using the same time as a normal Tang Saber. He simulated the situation of lengthening Thaw in his mind and felt that this method should work.
With this in mind, David gave Angor a grateful look.
"I see. But this small mistake caused everything to fall apart. Huh? How did you know I used these materials and didn't melt enough? Could it be that you entered the shop when I started refining? Why didn't you tell me? "David asked curiously.
Angor shook his head. "I just got here."
"Just got here? Then how did you find the flaw in my —" David suddenly remembered something and looked at Angor's eyes.
Angor's blue eyes were as clear as the sky.
"There's energy residue in your eyes. You learned Narda's Vision?!" David was surprised.
Seeing Angor nodding, David rubbed his temples. "No wonder you saw through it so quickly. But Alchemy Eye requires a lot of experience. How did you learn it?! I became a wizard years earlier than you, but I don't even have one-tenth of your experience. What the hell am I doing all these years?! "
Every time he saw Angor, he felt like an idiot.
David picked up the debris on the ground, trying to adjust his mood as he did so. When the floor was clean, he took off his goggles and sat down in front of Angor.
"You're quite famous these days. Many apprentices have been coming to me, hoping to get a customized weapon from you. Some even sent their apprentices to ask if you can make an alchemy illusion for them. " David paused a little. "But I couldn't get in touch with you. As for those who wanted an alchemy illusion, I told them about the auction."
"I think my alchemy illusion won't go unsold." Angor rubbed his chin. He was worried that Spivet might not get the chance to sell the Desolate Riverbank.
David said, "I'm sure it won't go unsold. I think the final price will be very high. After all, Lady Greya used your alchemy illusion to create a new spell. "
"My alchemy illusion has nothing to do with Lady Greya's creation," Angor explained.
David nodded. "I thought so too. But that's what the apprentices are talking about. But I don't think it's possible. If wizards can create new spells, they can mass produce truth-finder wizards, right? If that's the case, you won't be sitting in front of me now. You're already a treasure. "
Angor chuckled but didn't say anything. David's words had hit the nail on the head. Although the effect of the Mystery manifestation was not as good as he claimed, if someone were to discover something fishy about it, they would still be caught.
"You're still in the middle of a storm. What brings you here?" David asked curiously. "You can send me a message if you need anything, and I'll go find you. You'll attract unwanted attention if you come here. "
Angor showed the bracelet on his wrist. "I have this. Not many people will notice me."
"I came to find you because there's something I'd like to ask you."
David looked at Angor and waited for him to explain.
"Have you heard of stand-in puppets?" Angor's voice sounded a little strange.
David considered and nodded. "Yeah. They're one-time-use alchemy puppets. I heard they're created using a special kind of bio-alchemy that uses living creatures to create them. It sounds cruel, but most of the victims are criminals, so it's not that bad. "
"Why are you suddenly asking about this? Are you here to ask about stand-in puppets?"
Angor shook his head. "No. I just want to know where Brute Cavern gathers the people who are turned into stand-in puppets and injects them with blood."
"I don't know what you're talking about. But if you're talking about a place where 'sinners' are injected with one-time blood, I don't think there's such a place." Dave looked at Angor in confusion.
"There's no such place?"
"Of course there isn't. Think about it. Why do we need such a place for something so trivial?" David asked.
Angor's expression slowly darkened. "Why are you suddenly asking about this?"
Angor remained silent for a moment. "A … friend of mine was taken there."
"Your friend? A criminal? "
"Is he guilty?" "Maybe. Choosing not to be born is a sin," Angor said as he thought of someone. "Maybe. Choosing not to be born is a sin.
David didn't know what Angor meant, but he didn't press further. "Is he a good friend of yours?"
Angor sighed. "He helped me once. I've already returned the favor, but I'm not sure if he's still alive. But now, he's about to be turned into a stand-in puppet, and I'm still worried about it. I want to see if there's anything I can do. "
Did he help you? David pondered for a moment and thought of someone.
"You mean … Balba?"
"You know him too?"
"I don't know, but Sailum and I talked about Baluba before. He said he once saved your life from an assassin, "David said.
"Yeah, that's him."
Angor already knew that Balba would be turned into a stand-in puppet in the end. He once lamented Balba's fate, but since he didn't know Balba well enough, he didn't pay much attention to Balba's affairs.
But when Spivet suddenly told him that Flora wanted him to help her turn Balba into a stand-in puppet, Angor suddenly felt a little sad.
To Spivet, Flora, and the others, it was a trivial matter. But Angor was having a hard time about it.
Perhaps it was because of the death of a rabbit.
Balba was only a half-blood between an otherworldly barbarian and a native human, while Chown was an otherworlder. Perhaps Balba's fate was going to be Chown's.
Angor had been feeling down ever since Spivet left.
Besides, he only knew what would happen to Balba. Now that he had to do something about it, he felt a little hesitant. Especially since Balba had once saved his life.
Even if he had already returned the favor, he would never forget it.
After some hesitation, Angor decided to talk to Balba first. He didn't know what to do with Balba, but it was better to face the man directly.
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