Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1305: Section 1306 Pig Nose Reconstruction Surgery

Rolando remained a character from ‘gold’; whether his name was real or fake was still unknown.

However, whether the owner of the Crimson Authority was Rolando or not, there was no doubt that, with the still vivid blood on the parchment, one could definitely find the owner of the Crimson Authority!

The fresh blood was completely different from the blood information that Angel had previously obtained within the Crimson Authority.

Even, by using the fresh blood, one could release a related curse on the blood’s owner and catch this hidden person by the power of the curse.

Therefore, the parchment inside the leather case could definitely be called a key clue!

Suise couldn’t wait to get to the box. An energy fluctuation passed over him, and his handsome face suddenly showed a ripple as his prominent nose underwent a qualitative change.

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In an instant, Suise’s nose had turned into a… pig nose.

Two dark, vertical nostrils, with slightly moist pale pink skin, just like that on his handsome face. At first glance, it didn’t seem too out of place; it even had a kind of cute feel to it.

“Pig Nose Technique.” This was an organ modification technique for a super-strong sense of smell, similar to the Shapeshifting Technique, which could be obtained through either cultivation or by transplanting a nose.

From the energy fluctuations twinkling around Suise, it was clear that he hadn’t undergone a nose transplant but had cultivated it himself.

Though self-cultivation was slower, it wasn’t much slower and was definitely faster than learning the Shapeshifting Technique. Therefore, many wizards who didn’t want to go under the knife opted for self-cultivation.

Leveraging his super-strong sense of smell from the Pig Nose Technique, Suise sniffed the bloody scent emanating from the parchment. Once he identified the scent, he took a deep breath towards the ceiling.

It was like a whale swallowing the sea!

A gust of wind swept through, the windows of the hall cracked loudly, and in almost an instant, all the windows burst open, pulling in countless currents of air that made everyone’s clothes and hair fly about.

After several minutes, the wind gradually dissipated. And the two streams of air that remained in the atmosphere, like white mist, were directly absorbed into Suise’s body through the Pig Nose Technique.

After a while, Suise opened his eyes, which shone brightly, “I’ve found his scent. He’s still on the Old Earth Continent!”

As soon as Suise finished speaking, his legs turned to smoke, and he excitedly tried to leap out of the window to chase the source of the scent.

However, just as Suise was about to fly out of the hall, all the windows closed, and a tall figure stood in his way.

It was Sanders.

Confused, Suise looked at him as Sanders calmly began to speak, “It’s good to find your opponent, but aren’t you afraid of the trap that may be set by King Gumman behind him? Plus, by doing so, you might implicate your own apprentice and everyone at Pat Manor.”

The secret of the Gumman treasure was something everyone in the Wizards’ Realm of the Southern Domain avoided talking about, not wanting to provoke the peculiar and extremely cruel King Gumman.

Sanders had repeatedly warned Angel not to get involved in the Gumman treasure affair for this very reason.

“We’ve found the source of trouble. If we can catch him, everything can end!” Suise’s eyes were slightly red with excitement.

Sanders continued in a calm and unfluctuating tone, “I have never stopped you from going, but if you want to capture someone, it’s better to come up with a complete plan.”

Sanders’ implication was simple: when doing something, one must consider every possibility, especially when the opposing party’s identity was extraordinary. King Gumman dared to let him go out alone, which meant he must have something to rely on.

First, if he had the essence of King Gumman’s blood, King Gumman could sense the activities here. What if he crossed time and space to come? What then?

Second, if he and the Crimson Authority were in a symbiotic relationship of mutual prosperity and decline, and harming him would also cause the Crimson Authority to lose complete control, what then?

And, could it be confirmed that he was alone? Might there be traps where he was?

Such questions, and different possibilities, all had to be considered, after which the best solution could be devised. Only then there would be a chance to succeed in one strike.

While all the above possibilities seemed difficult to solve, they were not hard if prepared for in advance.

For example, what if King Gumman came across time and space? First, block all information from leaking out; second, seal the space-time.

If Suise pondered a little more, taking all the possibilities into consideration, his chances of success would greatly increase.

Sanders’ words made Suise fall into thought. Blinded impulsiveness does not always lead to the best outcomes. Since the matter concerned Eulica, it was necessary to proceed with the utmost caution, “I understand.”

Suise sat back down in the hall and pondered for a moment, simulating various possibilities in his mind. However, doing many things alone would take a long time, and time waited for no one. It was possible that Rolando had already sensed the opening of the case here.

After much deliberation, Suise looked at Sanders seated opposite him and spoke in a low voice, “I hope to have the assistance of Illusion Demon.”

Sanders showed no surprise, quietly watching Suise, “You must understand the difficulty and danger of this matter, involving King Gumman and the Gumman treasure.”

Suise nodded.

“If you understand, then you should know that the price of asking for my help might be high.”

As Sanders said this, he paused for a moment, his lips parted slightly, but no sound carried into the air; instead, it went directly into Suise’s ear.

It seemed that the request Sanders had made was somewhat difficult for Suise to accept. He had a conflicted expression on his face and appeared to struggle for a long time before finally making up his mind. His response was also relayed to Sanders through some special channel.

What they discussed specifically was not known to anyone aside from themselves, including Angel, who had even asked Sanders only to receive an evasive answer, “It concerns matters of King Gumman; the less you know, the better.”

By the outcome, it was clear they had come to an agreement.

In the following period, Sanders assisted Suise in formulating and perfecting the capture plan.

After that, Angel was no longer involved. Firstly, because his strength was insufficient, and secondly, capturing a person whose location was known did not require his participation.

Angel had finally relaxed completely, trusting that with Sanders’s involvement, the outcome should not be too bad.

Angel returned to his room, and, no longer worried about the matter of Rolando, he prepared to calmly resume his cultivation.

The Gate Model, knowledge sedimentation, Illusion Technique cultivation, Pliant Worm breeding… among other things, once again occupied Angel’s attention. During breaks, he would also go to his elder brother, Lyon, to guide him in learning new Meditation Methods.

On the third day of the hall’s closure, Sanders and Suise finally emerged.

They did not depart immediately to find Rolando but came to Angel’s room instead.

“Geometric Lock?” Angel looked at Suise, who stood at the door.

Suise’s purpose was simple: he had come to borrow the Geometric Lock from Angel.

“To seal time and space, to prevent King Gumman from crossing through time and space, it is not too difficult as long as we set up in advance. However, preventing the leak of information, especially the potential overflow of mysterious fluctuations, I currently have no good solution, so I can only borrow the Geometric Lock from you,” Suise explained.

Engraved on the Geometric Lock was a Magical Energy Array composed of a combination of five Magic Patterns—the Breathless Seal.

The Breathless Seal was a Magical Energy Array that combined defense, concealment, screening, and hiding one’s presence. After its use, it could prevent almost all information from escaping, embodying the concept of a ‘lock’ truly.

Previously, Angel had used the Geometric Lock to lock himself in while manipulating the Dream Conch to prevent the overflow of mysterious fluctuations. In reality, the Geometric Lock could also be used to imprison others.

Suise planned to use the Geometric Lock to confine Rolando and prevent him from transmitting any information, which indeed could be achieved.

After contemplating for a moment, Angel nodded. Helping Suise was, in fact, also helping himself. As long as Suise could successfully capture the master of the Crimson Authority, they could remove the special energy from the Servants’ bodies and send them to the Wilderness of Dreams.

Having lent out the Geometric Lock, Sanders and Suise formally left Pat Manor.

After their departure, the manor finally experienced a rare, peaceful night.

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The night was falling, and a light snow was fluttering down.

Angel sat on the cloud soil in the sky, silently looking down at the pitch-black manor. In the past, the manor would have been lit up with lights, but now it was eerily quiet, with only a few rooms still illuminated.

In contrast to the distant Gru Town and its sparse specks of light, the manor presented two extremes.

“Angel.” At that moment, a voice came from beside him. Turning around, he saw White Bear and Lyon coming onto the cloud soil, with Lyon being the one who had spoken.

Lyon was not wearing his armor but a thin shirt instead. Seeing Angel turning to look, he said with a smile, “Eulica is gone, and the nights no longer need to be so tense, so I took off the knight’s armor.”

Lyon’s words startled Angel, as he could not imagine what Lyon’s nights had been like during this period—whether he was in constant fear or in anxious trepidation. Knowing full well that knight’s armor was useless against Eulica’s attacks, only wearing it could offer some solace in his heart.

“That heavy armor, and you don’t find it cumbersome,” Angel said, taming the complexity in his eyes. “Now that I have some time, I’ll craft a new outer armor for you later.”

Lyon’s eyes brightened: “Can I choose the style?”

“No.” It was certain that if left to Lyon’s choice, it would end up being bulky iron armor…

Lyon howled in despair.

Meanwhile, White Bear looked enviously at Lyon, well aware that others in the Barbarian Cave were begging Angel for alchemy services, and even Wizards from other organizations had come asking, only to be refused by Angel. Yet now, Angel was taking the initiative to offer his alchemy services to Lyon. Indeed, it’s maddening how some people have all the luck.

White Bear thought to himself that he should definitely cultivate a good relationship with Lyon in the future. Who knows, he might even get some benefits through it.

After all, in White Bear’s eyes, Lyon was much easier to deal with than Angel.

Laughter and frolic aside, their gazes inevitably wandered back to the dark silhouette of the manor below.

With a soft sigh, Angel remarked, “It seems even the Lionheart’s Flame can be extinguished.”

Lyon shook his head, his eyes not filled with sorrow but with hope: “The Lionheart’s Flame will never be extinguished. It’s not about being out in form. As old Pat once said, as long as there is a member of the Pat Clan still standing, the Lionheart’s Flame will never die out.”

“Now, both you and I are here.”