Chapter 547 - Wrong Home
Angor stepped out of The Fingernail with a small insect nest in the shape of a pyramid in his hand. He couldn’t see into the nest, but using spirit feelers, he felt a finger-size ant huddled inside.
The insect was completely white on the left and black on the right side, as if something divided it from the middle. The coloring looked a lot like the overcoat he received from Devildare. Angor had been keeping the broken coat in his bracelet so that he could try repairing it after learning how to make clothes.
While checking on the ant and leaving Moshi Street, he sensed something stalking him.
He carefully placed the ant nest in his bracelet and whispered something to his chest pocket.
At lightning speed, Toby scouted in the air and returned to Angor’s shoulder.
“Someone is behind us…” Angor frowned. According to Toby, a short-bodied man had been following them from a distance. The only thing worth noting was that the man had a pair of really large ears.
Angor quickly thought about someone with that feature.
Using a street mirror, he saw the alchemy apprentice named John Junior peeking warily at him.
While unfolding the scroll, he saw a picture on it, which was painted in bright red color.
Is it a… crown of some sort?
The crown had a commonly-designed base, but its main body resembled a tiara worn by queens.
A toddler-palm-sized pigeon-blood ruby was slotted at the center of the crown, supported by hollowed-out mythril frames. There were eight coronal beads along the upper edge of the crown, which were also pigeon-blood rubies but smaller.
Apart from these, the most noticeable feature was the embossed runes scattered around the item. From a quick examination, Angor discovered at least six runes that were affixed on the crown.
The crown was apparently enchanted with a magic array.
Once the scroll was fully spread open, nine pigeon-blood rubies dropped onto Angor’s table, one big and eight small—exactly the same ones used on the pictured crown.
The red-haired woman asked Angor to craft a crown according to the blueprint. The exact outcome didn’t need to be a hundred percent equivalent, but the closer the better.
Angor frowned as he considered the difficulty of the request.
Making the crown doesn’t seem hard. But that magic array…