Chapter 310 - Infinite Reticence
Chapter 310: Infinite Reticence
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
When Angor planned to make a composite-effect space storage, he read through the entire Enchantment Cyclopaedia: For Starters and didn’t find any rune he wanted. The passive effects granted by these basic runes all looked too simple. He simply gave up and moved on to the magic arrays described in Enchantment Cyclopaedia: Advanced.
He had to choose which enchantment effect to give his space storage.
Attack abilities? No. He might as well make another weapon for that purpose.
Defensive effect? He thought about it and denied his idea. Anyone who managed to break his defense could damage his space storage too, which would do something bad to the stored items. For defense, his best choice was to make something else.
The magic arrays were either too difficult to draw or unsuitable to his situation.
Until he was attracted by something called “Infinite Reticence”.
It was a magic array similar to “Prelude to Elimination”, which consisted of six runes. The book Enchantment Cyclopaedia: Advanced provided a detailed explanation.
When the light died down a little, it could be seen that the “ring” was a simple-looking bracelet, which had been releasing a strange aura into the environment after it left the area of Condense.
Angor’s ethereal laboratory #13 was located in the southwest area of The Tributary, a remote corner around the rising mountains.
When he moved in, Iron Granny mentioned that there was no one else within an area of a hundred kilometers, so he could do whatever he liked. Even if he would create omens, those outside the area wouldn’t notice him across the landscape which blocked their sights.
The granny spoke the truth, that there was “no one else” in this area—no one other than Angor and her.
…
The Iron Fortress was parked on top of a small hill lump, about five kilometers away from lab #13.
Iron Granny was sitting on a soft armchair on the balcony on the third floor of the fortress, enjoying the smell of the Dusk Blossoms she planted. She had an exquisitely-decorated tray in one hand and a teacup of the same style in her other hand. The rose tea in the cup was still releasing vapor into the air.
She sipped her tea and gazed at the clear blue sky. “Alas… the same boring day goes on. Why won’t you all come here and have some tea with this old bone, young’uns? Is this place not fun for you?”
The shadows of several figures flashed in front of her eyes—wizards, who once owned their labs inside The Tributary. But they were no longer here.
As Iron Granny summoned her memories, a surge of strong mountain gale suddenly rose and created clanking noises on the iron wall of the fortress.
The mountain gale kept going and grew stronger as if the sea were witnessing a storm.
The mist covering the mountains were gone. Trees that were growing at the mountain foot bent to one side. The Dusk Blossoms on the balcony all left their stems. For a moment, purple, red, yellow, and white flowers joined the wind and floated into the horizon like dandelion seeds.
Even Iron Granny’s silver hair bun was messed up.
With an “oof!”, she placed her teacup on the tray and freed up a hand to rearrange her hair. Then she looked toward the southwest where lab #13 stood.
Where the mountain gale came from.
“Ho… Angor, um? What a talented little one. It’s only several days, and you made another mid-tier alchemy charm?” Iron Granny stood up, releasing the glimmer of spells from her eyes. “Let me see what the omen is telling us…”
Above lab #13, the sky was blue and clear while the clouds gathered in peace. Nothing particular could be seen apart from the blowing mountain wind, yet Iron Granny clearly registered what was going on using her special power.
A moment later, she canceled her spell and squinted her eyes.
“Strange ripples, concealed omen, mountain gale that tries to blend in with the woods… something that helps you hide? Clever. He knows when to stay low. It’s true that strong wind is commonly seen in mountain woods. Yet an experienced hunter can easily tell when something’s wrong from the uncommon weather. Although… with Sunders protecting you, there is no hunter who’s brave enough to mark you as prey.
“Now that I think about it… Why did Sunders suddenly change his ways? Did Wallace do something to him?” Iron Granny looked away from the unseen omen and indulged her mind in other matters.