Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1537: Section 1538 Alchemy Formula Chapter 1537: Section 1538 Alchemy Formula Everyone thought that Angel was just making excuses not to answer the question. They figured he couldnʼt answer and was using the five-minute question time as a cover.

To their surprise, he wasnʼt contemplating whether he could answer but rather that he could only answer one more question.

In other words, he had to answer Dufanʼs question within the next three minutes.

How was that possible?

The crowd thought Angel was joking, even Dufan had an expression that said, “Are you kidding me?” But Angel just shrugged nonchalantly, extended a finger, and a whiteboard appeared in front of everyone for instructional use.

Angel glanced at Dufan, “I will demonstrate as quickly as possible and only once. I hope you can understand.”

As he finished speaking, twisted black lines began to emerge on the whiteboard. These lines danced like symbols, morphing, struggling, and piling up to form a series of characters.

Those present were no ordinary people. They immediately realized that the whiteboard was made with illusion techniques. The text on it was also formed from illusions, allowing for Angelʼs thought processes to not be limited by the speed of his hand, but rather materialized instantaneously through magical symbols.

The characters moved at a blinding speed; almost in the blink of an eye, the whiteboard was filled.

The first whiteboard floated up, and a second one appeared, corresponding with the text above. The characters leapt out like wild horses breaking loose, filling up the second whiteboard faster than the eye could follow.

The third whiteboard… the fourth…

At first, most people could tell that Angel seemed to be outlining a line of reasoning, enumerating specific variables.

But Angelʼs train of thought moved too quickly. Much of it required a substantial knowledge base and practical experience for instant comprehension. Without this background knowledge, just by watching, understanding the sudden shifts between preceding and following concepts would require deep contemplation.

By the time the third whiteboard appeared, virtually all the Wizard Apprentices present couldnʼt keep up and were desperately trying to understand each character one by one.

And when the eighth whiteboard appeared, some of the Official Wizards who were not especially proficient in Alchemy Techniques started losing track of Angelʼs rapid thought process.

By the seventeenth whiteboard, only a very few Alchemists could still follow Angelʼs thinking.

Dufan and Vannerson were among them.

At this point, neither of them could afford to think of anything else, because all their attention was focused on the sequential reasoning laid out before them. If they got distracted for even a moment, they would be left far behind by Angelʼs swift thought process.

Even now, they felt they were barely keeping up with Angelʼs method of thinking, so unorthodox and versatile it was, with themes so broad they could not be consolidated into one single argument.

Angel was like an unleashed wild horse, galloping away. Others were either chasing furiously, only to see him getting farther and farther away, eventually being left behind, or they fell off their horses midway, lying on the ground sighing. Some, from the very beginning, were just running on foot, doomed never to even catch sight of his back.

When the thirtieth whiteboard appeared, Dufan could no longer keep up. Despite his best efforts to understand, there were too many things that puzzled him. However, from his experience with the previous boards, he realized that it wasnʼt Angel who was wrong, but rather his own knowledge that might not be sufficient, and his ability to make connections was decreasing.

When Dufan was stuck on a problem, he couldnʼt help but look up at Angel.

Angel didnʼt pay him any attention, continuing to use illusion techniques to write.

By this point, Dufan was drenched in sweat, while Angel remained as calm as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Angel so confident and in control, Dufan started to regret why he had asked that question.

From what he had been able to decipher himself, Dufan now knew that Angelʼs range of knowledge was definitely broader, deeper, and more precise than his own. By asking such a question, he was simply humiliating himself!

Dufanʼs face turned ashen, but deep down he still clung to that slightest hope: perhaps it wasnʼt that he couldnʼt keep up with Angel, but that Angel himself had made a mistake along the way?

As Dufan was thinking this, he turned his head to glance at Vannerson.

Vannerson was the finest Alchemist at Ashliea Comprehensive College, aside from the members of the Research and Development Institute. His classes almost always required a struggle to enroll.

If Vannerson, like Dufan, was stuck on the same problem, perhaps Angel had made a mistake in his calculations?

However, when Dufan looked over, he found Vannerson still intently watching the new whiteboard. Small details like the slight twitch of his eyelids indicated that Vannersonʼs thoughts were still firmly following Angelʼs.

Meaning that the point where Dufan was stumped was truly due to his own lack of accumulation…

Thinking of this, Dufan felt a tightness in his chest.

But what made Dufan even more uncomfortable wasnʼt just that. He heard some people behind him whispering about what exactly Angel was proving.

These were the ones who had fallen off their horses midway; unable to keep up with the thought process, they naturally didnʼt know what Angel was proving.

However, what annoyed Dufan the most was one wizard whispering, “Donʼt disturb Vannerson, ask Dufan instead. He seems to have stopped, probably couldnʼt keep up with Wizard Patʼs train of thought.”

Dufanʼs eyes turned bloodshot with anger, but facing this wizardʼs question, he couldnʼt afford to lose his temper.

Firstly, Angel was still writing, and interrupting othersʼ thoughts would probably earn him the ridicule of everyone. Secondly, the person who had asked him was not someone he could afford to offend. This person was not only stronger than him, but also a disciple of the Master of the Silver Moon, Guxiluo, with exceptional talent. He only started Alchemy later in life, which was why his technical skills were slightly behind.

Dufanʼs face flushed red, but he still quietly answered his question: “He is listing an alchemy formula.”

An alchemy formula that could incorporate magical blood energy as related data for substitution and proof.

Three minutes passed, and Angel stopped.

In front of him, a total of thirty-seven whiteboards floated, densely packed with writing on the first thirty-six; only the last one listed a complex formula that made oneʼs head spin at a glance.

Dufan stared intently at the concluding formula. He didnʼt know whether it was right or wrong, but he now felt that the characters on this formula were like an arrogant sage, glancing down at him disdainfully, sneering, and showing him contempt.

Angel allowed the thirty-seven whiteboards to remain for another twenty seconds because someone was still following his line of thought.

It was Vannerson.

After twenty seconds, Vannerson finished reading all the previous whiteboards, his expression first showing ecstasy, then savoring the insight, and finally revealing an unsatiated fascination.

Everyone understood that Vannerson was probably the only person present who comprehended the entire proof process of the alchemy formula.

Indeed, Vannerson understood. Even though there were parts he could only judge right from wrong based on experience without delving deeper, he was certain that Angelʼs proof process, despite frequently leaping thoughts, was flawless.

To Vannerson, it was as if he had witnessed how a previously uncharted alchemy wilderness was built from scratch into a towering skyscraper.

The joy of being a witness was indescribable.

He could only excitedly look at Angel, for it was Angel who had led him, opening up this land that had always been barren!

Now he was completely convinced that Angel was not merely boasting his reputation; he not only stood at the pinnacle in the domain of enchantment, he also had a wide range of knowledge in other alchemy studies. Thatʼs why he could make references far and wide, using various means to list this alchemy formula that had never been seen before!

Even though Vannerson realized that this alchemy formula might not have as significant a practical effect as imagined, the fact that Angel could list it so quickly showcased his profound foundation.

Upon seeing Vannersonʼs excited look and his veiled veneration for Angel, Dufan knew… the alchemy formula Angel had proven was correct.

For someone as proud as Vannerson to be willing to bow his head, it was undeniable.

Dufan sighed inwardly and ultimately bowed his head in defeat.

Upon seeing the look in Vannersonʼs eyes, Angel did not show much emotion, but simply dismissed the first thirty-six whiteboards, leaving only the last one with the alchemy formula written on it.

He turned to Dufan: “The answer is this; did you understand it?”

Angelʼs voice was very calm, devoid of any mocking tone, but Dufan himself felt extremely uncomfortable, quickly nodding and trying to gloss over. Ideally, Angel would no longer focus his attention on him, as he had already lost enough face for one day.

However, while Dufan was silently praying, Angel did not shift his attention away, but said: “Understood? Thatʼs good, as it happens we also need you to use this formula.”

Dufan did not understand Angelʼs meaning.

Angel continued: “Since the question you raised has occupied the questioning time of others, you also need to pay a corresponding price.”

The crowd let out a collective “eh,” and Dufan looked up at Angel in surprise, unsure of his intentions.

“Do you see this part of the formula?” Angel pointed to a segment of the alchemy formula on the whiteboard, “Itʼs a nested formula, by calculating a Tzvik variable value of different Demon Bloodstoneʼs magical blood energy and inserting it into this formula, then using the entire alchemy formula, you can calculate the corresponding energy changes in the Demon Bloodstone.”

“Use this formula to compile a list of energy changes for commonly used Demon Bloodstones, and later you can share it with other wizards in the class as compensation for occupying their questioning time today,” he paused before continuing, “You can also take it as homework I have assigned you.”

After hearing this, Dufan felt a wave of dizziness.

Demon Bloodstones are any special minerals formed when stained with the blood of magical creatures, including the blood of wizards, which could become Demon Bloodstones!

With so many types of magical creatures in the world, even excluding those that cannot form Demon Bloodstones, there are still countless numbers!

Although Angel did not say “all” Demon Bloodstones, just “commonly used” Demon Bloodstones was still a considerable number!

To use this alchemy formula to compile a list of energy changes for commonly used Demon Bloodstones, who knew how much time it would take!

Dufan wanted to refuse, but he was in a weak position; as the mentor of the class, Angel had the right to assign any task. Even set aside the rules of the class, having listened to Angelʼs proof of the formula for nothing, an equivalent exchange required him to give something in return.

It was just a time-consuming list, and after gritting his teeth, Dufan accepted the task.

Angel: “Very good, I look forward to the list you compile.”

Although Angel appeared quite indifferent, everyone knew that this was clearly Angelʼs response to Dufanʼs deliberate difficulty earlier on.

As for Dufan, he could feel that the eyes of the others looking at him were filled with evident mockery.

He had probably become a laughingstock.

But what could he do? The bitter frustration Dufan felt had to be swallowed by himself because he had brought it all upon himself…