Chapter 548 - Witch’s Town
The runes shown in the picture weren’t very clear. In fact, the runes weren’t complete at all, as the central mess of them was obscured behind either incompetent drawing or random ink.
How did someone recreate runes without knowing what they were first?
One viable approach was to look at a collection of runes and use the limited portions shown on the scroll to find out which runes were possibly used, then refer to the whole magic array to confirm the final choices.
That sounded like a LOT of effort.
Angor quickly regretted accepting the request because it looked more and more like a bad deal now. He could have tried to find the magic threads himself while spending way less time.
The woman told him not to check the scroll during the meeting, probably because she knew the difficulty of the quest.
A*shole… and she said there was some kind of big secret in the scroll. So this was her plan.
He already accepted the Abyss Wyvern Vein and agreed to the trade, which meant he could not back out now, especially if he wanted to maintain his fame as an alchemist. Thankfully, the task wasn’t impossible. He simply needed enough time.
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Angor opened his eyes and found himself standing in a thick mist.
It was still better compared to the last time when he landed right between two monsters.
He could barely see his own feet and the black dirt path he was walking on. There seemed to be wooden fences on both sides of the path. Beyond the path were the silhouettes of buildings, which were drifting and blinking out of sight. Angor wasn’t sure whether they were real.
Instead of walking down the path, he tried floating upward first, about which he succeeded without a problem.
When he tried to climb higher to get a better look at the place, he heard the sharp noises of wind that were caused by something large.
He looked up and saw the entire area above him occupied by a giant shadow.
There’s something flying in the sky?! That thing’s as big as a cloud whale!
It seemed the “monster” did not need to attack him at all—the disrupted air current it created easily pushed Angor away. Before Angor could do anything to steady his flying course, he felt a sharp pain coming from his back as he crashed on the ground.
Aw… Well, that was at least a wizard-level monster. What happened to “the Witch’s Town is almost clear”?
He feared that the monster above him might come down and squash him like a bug, so he activated the sequence of gravity and bolted toward one direction.
It seemed the mist could obstruct both his view as well as the monsters’ views. He came to a halt after making sure nothing was chasing him.
He didn’t move for a very long time. He assumed that the full power of the sequence of gravity brought him somewhere like a hundred kilometers from his original landing point. According to Sunders, walking for a thousand kilometers meant taking a full tour around the entire Witch’s Town, which meant he had moved for quite some distance.
He didn’t pay much attention to the environment while running. When he had time to check, he saw a small wooden house not far from him.
He quickly tensed up when looking at the ordinary-looking house because the window was bright—there was firelight inside the building.