Brute Cavern had not seen another alchemist who mastered enchantment for many years… until Angor’s enchantment bolts caught his attention.
…
To satisfy his own goal, Prome was very curious about this unknown alchemist.
Now, Dave’s little friend was the only clue related to this individual. When Dave asked him what had been going on with Angor, Prome explained everything he knew without withholding any information.
Prome acquired every piece of information available to the public in half a day, including Angor’s match schedule, his previous opponents, and so on.
When Dave heard that Angor had been fighting in Sky Tower for more than a month now, he felt really depressed. He always considered Angor as a friend. Also, they met several times during the month, and Angor never mentioned anything to him!
More than anything, Dave was more surprised at Angor’s amazing progress. Heck, Angor had not lost a single match yet!
Dave remained dumbfounded until Prome told him Angor’s title which caused Dave to laugh out all of a sudden.
Now Dave somewhat understood why Angor had been hiding everything. With a title like that, Dave believed he would also keep it from everyone if he was in Angor’s boots.
Prome sighed in the end. “Your little friend always kept a good distance from everyone. He doesn’t talk much, but his actions are brief and efficient. Of course, he has all the reason to be proud when he has achieved so much at such a young age. What I don’t understand though is how did you become the friend of someone like that?”
Prome inspected Dave with a curious look.
Dave, however, was completely puzzled by Prome’s question. Was his mentor talking about Angor at all? Not some kind of arrogant weirdo who always called himself the lord or the king of something?
Proud? Angor?
He did not talk much? Can’t be. Well, maybe Angor was not a big talker, but he was far from being all silent either.
Dave felt as if they were talking about someone completely different.
“Um, personally, I don’t think the proud and distant man you mentioned is Angor,” Dave stuttered a little.
Prome was surprised too. Then he realized something. “So how does your friend look like normally?”
Dave considered for a long time before he finally came up with something. “He’s… nice. He’s just, sometimes, mischievous.”
Prome quickly understood the situation. “I see now. He always hid under a hood during matches and displayed another character. So he must be trying to hide his true identity.”
“Yes, I agree.”
Prome chuckled. “Good for us then. Countless people out there are now looking for Baron Milk, but none of them knows who he really is. We, however, can find out the mysterious alchemist before everyone does.”
Dave thought in his mind. Mysterious alchemist? That’s Angor himself!
“So um, why are you looking for the… alchemist, Master?”
Prome did not hide his intention at all. “I have something that requires help…”
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At three in the afternoon, Angor walked out of his soundproofed room feeling fully refreshed.
His match against Twilight of Night would begin in 30 minutes. He went through the participant information he read before.
[Twilight of Night, Real name: Selena Walton, Age: 24, Female. A Bloodline apprentice who will soon break through into level-3. She fused her beast blood five years ago. Origin of the blood is unknown. Conjectures suggest that she used the blood of a phantom beast. She can use very swift moves and is skilled at confusing her enemies by constantly moving.]
There were also descriptions about the skills she learned and those she was good at. Angor did not really pay them much attention. These were only common speed-related spells.
Which were pointless against Angor.
Speed… Angor was confident that no apprentice could move faster than Toby.
Angor put on his robe and called toward the attic, “Toby! It’s time to show what you can do!”
Toby left the attic and slowly landed on Angor’s shoulder. It could be seen from Toby’s glimmering eyes and its puffed-up chest that the bird was also excited about its very first display.
Thirty minutes later.
Angor stepped onto the arena of the Three Levels of Death once again.
He could sense the excitement coming from the audience when walking out of the participant passage.
The audience stands were completely taken up. Back in the morning, when he was fighting Wasteland Warrior who ranked higher than Twilight of Night, there were still lots of vacant seats. Now, everyone had fixed his or her intense gaze on him.
The attention from thousands of people caused Angor to shiver a little as if their sights were throwing needles at him.
At the far end of the audience stand, a braided old man leaned against a stone mound and spoke to a middle-aged, uniform woman who had a coil-up hair bun and a fine body shape.
“You think the kid will win, Melantha?” The old man glanced at Angor.
Melantha usually handled the lottery box at Level 1. Today, she left her post and came to Level 13 instead.
“No idea,” Melantha said after some consideration.
“No idea? I think it’s obvious. He defeated Mundo because Mundo was too careless. Now Selena got to be well-prepared. She’s fast too. Bolts without speed runes can never hit her. And even if the kid has those bolts… they won’t do much damage to Selena’s bloodline-improved body… Not unless the bolt is enchanted with both speed runes and damaging ones.
“That means a composite rune. Composite rune! It’s already a magic array! Even the headquarters don’t have many alchemists who can do that.”
By “headquarters”, he meant the most famous place in the entire southern region for its alchemy capacities—Floating Mech City.
Melantha agreed with him, but she also remembered when Angor came to her asking for faster matches. The boy did not seem discouraged by the danger in the Three Levels of Death. He looked confident and said he had some secret weapon.
Melantha had no idea what weapon Angor possessed. Still, the boy had to have his own reasons for being so.
“Let’s wait and see. Who knows, maybe he has a hidden weapon,” Melantha snickered.
“Oh really?” The old man also smiled. When observed by Truesight spell, Angor’s robe could hide nothing from him. He clearly knew whether Angor brought anything else on his body.