Ironclad Granny meant that if there was real danger, seek help promptly.
Angel naturally understood Granny’s meaning. He showed gratitude and said, "Thank you, Granny. However, this time there shouldn’t be too much danger, after all, that ruin isn’t a particularly dangerous one."
Rhein, who was about to go offline, suddenly paused: "Oh, I haven’t asked you, which ruin are you exploring?"
Angel: "The Garden Labyrinth."
Rhein, Ironclad Granny: "..."
This ruin has been explored by countless Wizards before, it’s already been thoroughly investigated... No wonder Angel would say there’s no danger.
However, Rhein didn’t wish to dampen Angel’s mood for exploring ruins, so he coughed a couple of times and said, "That ruin is quite nice. Sanders’s first expedition was also to The Garden Labyrinth. Maybe this can become a routine project for your Illusion Demon Island clan."
After saying this, before Angel could respond, Rhein said, "I have matters to attend to, I’ll go offline now."
Rhein’s figure vanished, and Angel glanced at Ironclad Granny. Ironclad Granny’s expression remained unchanged: "Rhein forgot one thing, The Garden Labyrinth is Naraku City."
"What you want to explore is the secret of Naraku City, isn’t it?"
Angel: "I don’t even know if there’s a secret there. Maybe there’s nothing there, just a meaningless wall."
"Go ahead. Since Black Earl is interested, you might really find the secret of Naraku City." Ironclad Granny took a sip of rose tea and continued, "If you encounter any interesting stories, feel free to share them with me. People grow old and love to hear some amusing tales."
"If there’s a story to tell, I’ll certainly share it with Granny." Angel said, "But Granny isn’t old at all."
"How am I not old?" Ironclad Granny curiously looked at Angel, wondering what answer he would give given his emotional intelligence.
Without any hesitation, Angel said directly: "Why not go to Lady Mirror after she awakens and say you’re old then?"
Ironclad Granny: "..."
Angel continued, "My response surely isn’t as eloquent as what Lady Mirror would say, so I think it’s better that Lady Mirror tells Granny."
After saying this, before Ironclad Granny could speak, Angel promptly said, "Dox and the others are still waiting for my answer, I’ll go offline now. Goodbye, Granny."
After bowing to Ironclad Granny, Angel’s figure gradually faded away.
Ironclad Granny first gave a disgruntled "humph," but afterwards, for some reason, she began to smile.
Though the people of the Illusion Demon Island clan have slightly lower emotional intelligence, Angel is indeed a funny person. Despite his alleged low emotional intelligence, his answer was rather clever.
It’s rare to have someone interesting from the Illusion Demon Island. Hopefully, he won’t become as uninteresting as Sanders.
...
After returning to the Earth Cavern, Angel didn’t immediately meet with Dox but instead continued collaborating with Dangross on refining the sword embryo.
He planned to finish this first before addressing other matters.
Half a day later, only the final stroke of the magic pattern was left. Looking at the familiar "transmutation" magic tattoo horn, Angel’s mind unconsciously conjured various hats.
A white hat... a black hat... a mad hat...
Angel swiftly shook his head, dispelling the thoughts of various hats from his mind.
The coronation of the Mad Hat, although usable on this short sword, who knows if it can still become a "key", as if a black hat emerges, the effect would be completely overturned.
So, it’s better not to think about hats anymore.
Silently engraving the final stroke.
With the completion of the Magical Energy Array, the short sword was considered completely finished. At the moment of its completion, it began to emit golden light, simultaneously floating up into the air.
In the next moment, Angel was enveloped by a fantastical vision.
Angel understood, this was the arrival of the Alchemy Omen.
Having experienced multiple Alchemy Omens, Angel remained unflustered and began to observe his surroundings.
This was a world of whiteness, with the ground being cloud-like white, and pink lights floating in the sky.
White clouds below, pink sky above.
This time, the omen inexplicably felt girlish.
After scanning around, Angel finally focused on a spot directly ahead. Surrounding him were only misty clouds, nothing else, except a towering white statue in front.
The statue was unclear for the moment, so Angel simply approached it.
Upon getting closer, Angel discovered it wasn’t a statue, but a silhouette formed from condensed white cloud.
Judging by the features, it was a young man.
The man was quickly painting with a drawing board in hand.
Angel didn’t interrupt his painting, instead opting to circle around behind him to view the picture on the board.
The painting appeared to be of a beautiful girl. The reason it was "appeared" was because everything was white, and only a faint outline could be discerned through the strokes, indicative of a young girl’s portrait.
Soon after, the man finished his painting, admired it briefly, and then began displaying a troubled expression.
— Of course, Angel couldn’t see the trouble on his face, he purely sensed the troubled emotion.
After experiencing many Alchemy Omens, Angel had become adept; he knew this was when he was supposed to step in.
"Do you have any troubles? Feel free to share, maybe I can help you." Angel offered with a smile.
The man glanced at Angel without questioning his identity and directly expressed his trouble: "I’m finally going to confess to her, but simply gifting her the painting seems inadequate to express my affection. Could you help me think of some love poems? I’d like to write them beside the painting, letting her understand my feelings."
Angel: "..."