Chapter 304 - Prome’s Gift
Chapter 304: Prome’s Gift
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
After seeing Vice off, Angor returned to the guest hall and saw Nausica, Sailum, and Dave chatting happily. When they saw Angor coming back, Sailum was giving him inconspicuous grins. Even Nausica, who usually remained composed, was snickering.
Angor approached and heard Dave telling his friends about the glorious deeds of “Baron Milk”.
“Hey, Angor, why did you pick such a title?”
“Not your business.”
“What’s Saka to do with you, Angor?”
“He’s my enemy.”
“Why did you kill Parasite Queen, Angor?”
He quickly went down to his basement to work on Vice’s customized weapon. He already had another plan in mind, which could earn him the money he needed without selling his Section Ephemera.
Before going to his lab, he took a peek behind his curtain and saw a good number of people still lurking outside. There were fewer compared to before. However, those who remained here would still cast their glances toward the mansion now and then.
They were all mortals too. Angor took a guess that some apprentices hired them.
Putting spies in front of his door openly… Angor huffed and closed his curtain. Yesterday when sending Prome away, he intentionally lingered outside for a while, yet none of the people spoke to him.
He only wished he could write a note “TAKING ALCHEMY ORDERS! NOW OR NEVER!” and stick it on his head, and hopefully, it would attract several more rich guys like Vice. However, it seemed unlikely for now.
So what the heck were they doing at his door?
Angor returned to his lab, somewhat irritated.
He planned to base Vice’s weapon on a revolver again. However, he was going to choose something more heat-resistant and stable this time. Vice asked for something that worked on a large number of targets, which meant the weapon should have bigger energy output.
The different materials brought a different outcome.
One day later, Apprentice Town 8 became the center of attention again when its sky was shrouded under a dark cloud again. There were even high-leveled apprentices from Tree Spirit Garden who came to check it out.
Angor inspected his new item with great satisfaction.
Unlike “Rebirth”—which was the name given to the silver revolver by Prome—this new revolver was of a deep bronze color. The overall design was still the same but without the delicate engravings. Angor only added some simple polish work and checkered the gun stock, so whoever used the gun did not lose grip too easily.
He needed to work quickly on this. As long as the weapon worked, he would not spend time caring about its appearance.
The bronze weapon was still good on the look even without specific decorations. At the very least, Angor admired the low-profile luxury.
Before he could try the weapon out though, he heard someone knocking on his door.
He yawned and walked upstairs. As he thought, another omen had attracted more people to his house.
“Now this is annoying. Do I really need to find somewhere secret when I do alchemy now?” Angor mumbled in discontent and walked into his yard.
His appearance drew a lot of attention. And this time, people actually moved closer instead of pretending to be onlookers.
Angor humphed. He no longer wanted to “accept orders” from these people now—they missed their chances yesterday.
Angor looked toward the yard door to see who just knocked. He already made up his mind that he would not consider any request with a reward below 50,000.
Before he could get to think about how to turn down the visitors though, he saw Vice waiting at his door.
The man had replaced his gray robe with a bright, flame-red wind coat. His white, golden-trimmed trousers and showy blond hair went well with his invasive character.
Vice smiled when Angor opened the door. “I came as soon as I saw the omen. Did you succeed, Mister Padt?”
Angor felt a bit awkward now. He told Vice it was going to be hard before, and now… he disproved himself so fast.
“Um, well, almost,” Angor mumbled and invited Vice inside.
“The omen is exactly like yesterday. I see you’re getting good at this, Mister Padt.”
Angor could not really tell if Vice’s smile was sincere this time.