Angor wanted to ask about Fatty's identity, but he didn't want to introduce himself.
Angor shrugged. It seemed he couldn't use this chance to learn about bio-alchemy in secret. Fine. I'll just take it as a quiet moment.
Next, Angor picked up the blueprint and sat down.
After reading the steps on the blueprint, he did not hesitate at all. He directly picked up the materials and started smelting.
After Fatty entered the black door, he suddenly remembered that although he had given the blueprint to the young man outside, he had forgotten to mention some of the specific smelting steps and the ratio of the materials. Although they were all basic components, for an alchemist apprentice, it was very rare for them to grasp the proportions. With that in mind, Fatty put down his work and prepared to tell Angor.
However, as soon as he reached the door, he saw the light of a fire outside.
"Smelting already?" Fatty frowned. "Don't tell me he's just messing around?"
Even if the smelting materials were basic, they were meant to be used on Frozen Wing. A small mistake could easily cause the whole thing to collapse.
Fatty's heart skipped a beat when he thought about this.
He quietly walked out of the door and wanted to call Angor to stop. However, after observing for two seconds, he realized that Angor's smelting steps were all correct, and the smelting process was faster than he expected.
Fatty quietly returned to the Black Door and muttered, "The people Maher brought this time are quite reliable."
To be able to immediately discover the ratio and the correct steps of the smelting process, he was definitely an expert in alchemy. Fatty thought to himself, I can ask Maher where this guy is from later … Maybe I can get him to help me with the experiment that I'm about to do later.
Fatty returned to the experiment table in the Black Door. Since the person outside was reliable, he could rest assured.
What Fatty didn't know was that Angor's smelting process began to pick up as soon as he returned to the door. Angor needed to feel the steps for the first time, but he didn't need to do so for the next step. He was already an experienced alchemist.
Fatty expected Angor to finish the smelting by tomorrow morning, but Angor was already ten hours ahead of schedule.
Before midnight, Fatty was summoned out of the black door with a puzzled look.
He was actually smelting materials inside, but when he was halfway through the smelting process, he sensed someone calling him from outside. He originally thought that the little apprentice outside was still stumped and had a question to ask. But when he walked out, he saw that the other party had a smile on his face and said, "I'm sorry.
"I'm done. Here's the half-finished product. Is there anything else you need? "Angor pointed at the table in the room.
"It's done?" How could it be so fast?! Fatty turned around in bewilderment, and his eyes widened. The table was filled with half-finished parts.
"Even the molding is complete?" Fatty murmured in surprise.
Judging from the energy still lingering on the half-finished parts, they must have just been made. But, he had just entered the Black Door not long ago … Fatty could not help but glance at the clock on the wall.
11: 40 in the evening.
When he entered the black door, it was around 8: 30. In other words, it only took him three hours to complete the refinement?
Even if he went all out, he should be able to reach this speed, right?
Could it be that there was something wrong with these semi-finished products? They looked finished but didn't meet the requirements?
Thinking of this, Fatty hurriedly stepped forward. His eyes flickered with a faint light as he used Narda's Eye to inspect the semi-finished products.
The result was that all of them met the requirements, and the smelting was perfect.
He looked at Angor from head to toe and didn't find anything out of the ordinary except for the fact that Angor had a pretty face.
'Could it be that the efficiency of an Apprentice Alchemist is so heaven-defying?' Or … "You're from Floating Mech City?" Fatty asked in a firm tone.
Angor didn't know how Fatty came to such a conclusion. "No." He shook his head.
"Then your teacher isn't a master alchemist, is he?"
"Nope."
"Then … Then who are you?" Fatty had been holding back for a long time, so he decided to ask directly.
Before Angor could answer, someone else came in. It was Maher.
"Mister Brofen, Mister Padt. What are you doing here?" Maher asked after a moment of hesitation.
Three hours after entering the lab, Angor finally learned the fat man's name. Brofen.
Brofen frowned when he heard Angor's name. He didn't understand why Maher called him "apprentice". This meant that Maher had acknowledged Angor's identity and believed that Angor could treat Angor as an equal.
But how was that possible?!
Brofen furrowed his brows. Could it be that this Patt was someone special? But what's so special about an apprentice? Unless he was from Brute Cavern … Brofen suddenly realized something. Frosty Wing was at Parmigi Highlands, and they just picked up someone from Brute Cavern not long ago. Could this apprentice be the one mentioned in the rumors?
With that in mind, Brofen turned around and stared at Angor.
"You're … Baron Milk?" Brofen hesitated a little.
Angor didn't know what to say. Baron Milk … What a familiar name. But how did it get out of Brute Cavern when it wasn't even a common name?
Angor quickly recalled the name. Only a few people knew about it, and only a few of them, such as Sunders. Of course, Sunders wouldn't lie to him.
The only ones left were the two people who registered in Sky Tower. One was Baroque, and the other was Melantha.
Baroque was still in Brute Cavern, so it couldn't be him. Melantha was the most suspicious since her father was one of the two city lords of Floating Mech City, "Robot Emperor" Lawson.
"Mister Brofen, I think Mister Padt's nickname is Music Box Sorcerer," Maher suddenly spoke up.
Angor didn't know what to say. That wasn't a good nickname either.
After hearing Maher's words, Brofen confirmed the identity of the man in front of him. "Baron Milk sounds better than Music Box Sorcerer. I like this title a lot. It matches my title perfectly." Angor's eyes lit up as he began to think. "You know what? Baron Milk sounds better than Music Box Sorcerer.
Before he could figure out what Brofen's name was, Angor heard Brofen talking about it himself.
"Black Sugar Follower, Baron Milk. What a perfect match! You should use 'Baron Milk'. That's so cool. "
Angor frowned. "Those aren't my nicknames. I don't have one yet."
Maher quickly stopped Brofen from arguing about his nicknames. He had another mission to attend to, and he didn't want to waste time.
"Let's put that aside for now." Maher put on a serious look. "Mister Brofen, Miss Sennefer just received news that the energy tide of the portal will disappear in a day. If you can't get to the Abyss Plane before that happens, it'll be much more dangerous. Miss Sennefer hopes that you can fix your Frozen Wing within four hours. "
"Four hours? How is that possible?! You said you'd wait until tomorrow morning. How can you do it so early? "Brofen retorted.
Maher furrowed his brows. "If the energy tide rises, we might suffer even greater losses when we cross the border. So, can you speed up the repair? "
Brofen frowned as well. He knew what Maher was trying to do. However, it was almost impossible for him to complete it in four hours by himself … Suddenly, Brofen paused. He was not alone right now!
Brofen looked up at Angor. "If Baron Milk is willing to help me, I think I can do it."
"Mister Brofen, please call me by my name," Angor said in a weak voice.
Maher gave Angor a pleading look. "What do you think, Mister Padt?"
Angor didn't understand what Maher was trying to say. If he didn't fix his Frozen Wing as soon as possible, he would miss the chance to cross the portal safely.
He considered for a moment and nodded. "Sure."
Maher sighed in relief when he heard Angor's answer. Brofen wanted to talk to Angor, but he didn't have time for that now.
Brofen sent a small ray of light to the puppet in the corner.
Brofen's face, which had been as white as a sheet of paper, transformed into Brofen's face.
"This is my puppet. He'll take care of your work. If you want to finish it in four hours, we can't waste any more time, "Brofen said to Angor.
Brofen quickly entered the Black Door and began his work. Maher's puppet also took out the necessary materials and explained the components to Angor.
If it were someone else, they would have to explain the steps and details. But Angor didn't need to. Every time Maher's puppet told him what to do, Angor would start the work without hesitation.
Maher looked at the efficiency of the division of labor in front of him, smiled, and left the laboratory.
With Angor's help, Brofen's work went much faster. Brofen left the crafting of Tooling to Angor while he worked on the bio-alchemy part.
The two of them worked very well together.
It wasn't one in the morning yet. The work that should have taken several hours was already done.
Brofen only needed to do the bio-alchemy.
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