Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1224: Section 1225 Star Frost

On the way back from outside the city, Angel still occasionally lowered his head to look at the item in his hands.

A magic power waist pouch with a diagonal strap.

The strap was a deep purple, with mysterious and profound patterns, and it looked quite exquisite. This counted as a spatial artifact, though it was basically a style favored by witches.

As for spatial artifacts, Angel could refine them himself, so he did not care much for them, especially since this one was fashioned more for women. However, the items contained within this spatial artifact were of great interest to him.

A while later, Angel returned to the stone chamber above the prayer chapel.

In the room, Angel took out an item from the magic power waist pouch. Or rather, there was only this one item inside the magic power waist pouch.

A few vials wrapped in leather paper.

Angel unwrapped the leather paper, and the potions inside were revealed: three life-type potions, namely “Deep Blue Water,” “Regeneration Potion,” and “Song Without Rhyme,” all three of which were intermediate potions; besides those, there was also one very precious high-level potion: “Blura’s Peach Red Potion.”

Deep Blue Water was an upgraded version of Shallow Blue Water. Shallow Blue Water could extend life by 5-15 years, while Deep Blue Water could add 30-50 years to one’s lifespan. Like the Shallow Blue Water, it could be used up to five times, but it had no restrictions on using other lifespan-extending potions.

Regeneration Potion, as the name implies, was capable of regenerating limbs.

Song Without Rhyme was a potion from the Reformist School, somewhat similar in effect to “Lawless Rhyme,” able to restore mental trauma, but the effect of Song Without Rhyme was at least a hundred times stronger than Lawless Rhyme.

All three were quite useful intermediate potions, but it was the sole high-level potion, Blura’s Peach Red Potion, that was not very useful to Angel.

Because “Blura’s Peach Red Potion” was actually just an enhanced and improved version of a regular “Peach Red Potion,” whose effect was to refine one’s bloodline to a hundred percent purity.

This was useful for Bloodline Wizards who frequently integrated bloodlines. It wasn’t of much use to Angel, but, being a high-level potion, it had a value unmatched by other potions. If it wasn’t useful to him, he could sell it.

Angel was quite satisfied with the harvest of these few potions, but what really caught his attention wasn’t the potions themselves.

Angel casually put the potions into his bracelet and instead picked up the piece of leather paper that had wrapped the potions with great care.

This was a piece of Chaos Drum Beast leather paper.

The paper looked as if it came with a sanding effect; a light rub would produce a misting effect.

It was a type of leather paper capable of bearing a mana array. To bear an array didn’t mean to use Chaos Drum Beast leather paper to make mana array scrolls. Instead, it meant one could use this paper to practice drawing mana arrays without the risk of explosion.

Because its arcane nullification effect was incredibly strong.

Thus, this piece of leather paper didn’t have any energy fluctuations of its own.

Angel took notice of this leather paper because when he first took the magic power waist pouch, he had sent his spiritual power into the space and saw at a glance the large characters on the paper.

——Star Frost.

Speaking of Star Frost, one might think of many things such as Star Frost potions, Star Frost demonic materials, and so on. But Wodell had said that this magic power waist pouch belonged to “Sin City Walker” Pusio who disappeared here a hundred years ago.

Pusio was a True Knowledge Wizard from Frostmoon, and regarding “Star Frost” associated with the Frostmoon Alliance, the first thing that would come to mind was surely the “Star Frost Meditation Method.”

This was a famous special guiding method with a base compatibility level of around 9!

Don’t be fooled by the seemingly low base value, but it’s worth noting that in the Barbarian Cave, the core guiding method with the highest base compatibility, “Montos Eight-Faced Guiding Method,” had a base value of only 13.

Therefore, the Star Frost Meditation Method was already considered an upper-medium level among special guiding methods, not to be learned by anyone outside the core members in any large Witcher Organization.

When Angel saw “Star Frost” on the leather paper, he immediately thought of the Star Frost Meditation Method. He didn’t lack guiding methods, but he could give it to his brother, Lyon!

So, he didn’t refuse and directly accepted the magic power waist pouch at that time.

However, to determine whether it was indeed the “Star Frost Meditation Method” or not, Angel needed further confirmation.

He spread out the Chaos Drum Beast leather paper on the stone bed, and the next moment, a look of disappointment flashed in Angel’s eyes; the entire paper only had the words “Star Frost,” nothing else.

“It seems I was overthinking it,” Angel murmured with a sigh.

Indeed, the Star Frost Meditation Method accounted for one of Frostmoon’s core guiding methods; how could it be so easily obtained. Moreover, for Pusio to trade this guiding method with non-humans was somewhat impossible.

Despite his disappointment, Angel reasoned that the few potions he acquired weren’t a loss.

He picked up the leather paper, intending to put it into his bracelet. But just as his fingers touched the paper, a unique tactile sensation of ridges made him pause.

Angel seemed to realize something, laid the paper back down flat, and started to gently trace it with his fingertips.

At first, he thought that the ridges on the paper might be hidden text.

But upon closer examination, he discovered

Clutching the newly rekindled hope, Angel put away the parchment.

In the time that followed, Angel had planned to continue testing his right eye, but by yesterday his power of Nightmare Illusion had been completely exhausted, and a period of accumulation was needed. Moreover, when he returned just a moment ago, Greerwu told him that yesterday a terrifying oppressive force had burst from his room, nearly spreading to half of Wei City and nearly causing many undead to dissipate.

Only then did Angel realize the consequences of his actions the day before.

To avoid trouble, Angel decided to postpone testing his right eye. Although he could activate his right eye with magic power to test the “mask”‘s special effects, no one could guarantee what might happen; after all, his right eye came from that terrifying being.

Even though he couldn’t test his right eye, Angel had gained a basic understanding of it from the feedback of the previous day.

Using the power of Nightmare Illusion to activate the right eye seemed to release an oppressive sensation similar to an aura of majesty, even affecting Greerwu, a little demon comparable to an Official Wizard. This, indeed, was a useful skill.

Angel stood up, initially planning to add a bit of oil to the wall lamp.

However, as his feet touched the ground, a slight depression appeared on the smooth floor.

Angel silently looked at the footprint on the floor, his gaze shifting slightly to survey the entire room, where there were, in fact, more than this single footprint. Moreover, they extended all the way to the door.

After a long while, a murmur came from the dim room, “It seems there’s work to be done.”

Practicing control over physical strength was of the utmost urgency!

…

Angel had been training for less than three hours when he suddenly heard Greerwu’s shout from outside.

Drenched in sweat, Angel used a Cleansing Spell and walked out wearing his wizard’s robe.

As soon as he stepped out, Angel was taken aback.

The atmosphere in the hall was eerily and oddly silent at the moment.

Greerwu and Popota stood on the edge, while Wodell, dressed in a gray robe, stood silently in the middle of the hall, not saying a word.

The silence was broken only when Angel came out.

Wodell bowed slightly to Angel, “Savior Your Excellency.”

Angel had tried many times to get Wodell to change the address, but the latter had not heeded him, and Angel no longer dissuaded him. After all, everyone had their own way of addressing, “Lord Wodell, is something the matter?”

“I feel that Garm seems to be showing signs of awakening.”

Upon receiving this message, both Greerwu and Popota immediately showed joy in their eyes, exchanging looks… Greerwu’s smile disappeared in an instant as he huffed, turned his head away, and stopped paying attention to Popota.

Angel replied calmly, “Please lead the way, Lord Wodell.”

“Please follow me.”

Since they had been there for barely a day and had nothing to pack up, the group filed out, following Wodell towards the chapel beneath.

Wodell walked at the forefront, Angel in the middle, and Greerwu and Popota at the rear.

Descending down the winding staircase, Angel’s expression seemed indifferent, but his eyes flickered with doubt.

He didn’t awaken earlier or later, but just as he had agreed to Wodell’s conditions, Garm woke up. Angel didn’t believe in such coincidences.

The likelihood was that if he hadn’t agreed to Wodell’s request, perhaps Garm might have slept until death.

The possibility was quite high.

Although Angel was inwardly critical, he didn’t voice it out loud, especially since they were still within Wodell’s territory.

Soon, they arrived at the grand hall of the prayer chapel, a vast and towering structure. In front of the hall, there was a statue.

The statue depicted a muscular man sitting on a throne, holding a broken sword, his head bowed in thought.

Even though it was just a statue, it gave them a very peculiar experience.

It was as if by looking at this statue, they saw a towering figure standing alone in the wilderness, bravely facing the countless demons from heaven and earth!

After a long while, this vision slowly dissipated.

At that moment, Wodell quietly observed the grand statue, his eyes filled with longing and reminiscence, “He is the strongest among our Indigenous People, the former King of the Ancient Frost—Kansamovich.”

When Wodell pronounced his name, no one felt surprised. Only a legendary hero like him could possibly single-handedly fight so many demons.

“The prayer chapel is so named because Kansamovich is the spiritual pillar of our Indigenous People. Numerous people come here to pray to him… I wonder if the Indigenous People from the outside world still remember him?”

Popota: “I spent some time on Undying Street and had contact with the Indigenous People there. During that period, I didn’t hear any of the Indigenous People mention his name.”

Upon hearing this, Wodell sighed softly, “Time does indeed make people forget everything.”