Chapter 370 - 10,000-Year-Old Magic Array
Chapter 370: 10,000-Year-Old Magic Array
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
At night, Angor told Trusan that he would be going away for a couple of days again. After he handed her some coins, he headed out.
He came to Water Grasse just to tell Trusan about his departure. He had to meet with Shadow tonight at the Deadmen’s Dent at Hollow Wood.
Before he could leave on his boat, another lone boat slowly approached the manor.
Angor stopped and looked at the time-beaten face under the moonlight, as well as the visitor’s silver hair that was moving in the night breeze.
“It’s been only several days, and you look worse than before, Count Leonrick,” Angor addressed him.
It was Leonrick. In Angor’s eyes, this spirited and energetic middle-aged man had become a wrinkled and ill elder as if he was approaching his last years.
Leonrick put down his oar and looked up slowly.
Angor found the terrible aura that came from the small passage to be the same as what he felt from Shadow in the morning, which meant Shadow had been spending his time in there.
The dark path no longer smelled like dead people, yet something told Angor it was even more filthy compared to corpses and maggots. His Purification Field couldn’t fully expel the overwhelming griminess now.
“That hat of yours will get you at least several thousand crystals if you sell it at Floating Mech City,” Shadow said. He seemed jealous again. “Does Brute Cavern consider you a primary trainee or something? I don’t remember them teaching apprentices this way. They always let their recruits do whatever they like… Or maybe you’re from some rich wizard clan?”
Instead of answering those questions, Angor pointed to the puppets tailing them. “What are you going to do with them after half a month, when your plan’s done?”
Shadow shrugged. “Let them go, of course. I can’t take them back to Floating Mech City. Well, unless I find someone as charming as you, in which case, I’d trade anything for a chance to bring him back home, even if it means my teacher will kick my a*s for it.”
“What, I thought you’re going to kill them after you’re done…”
“Hah. I’ve no interest in bullying these wimps.”
“My own teacher once told me, that even the weakest dog might find its day. Who knows, maybe one of them will grow super strong in the future, and you, will be their enemy,” Angor said as he thought about the random novels he read in the hologram tablet. Those who appeared weak at first all tended to become big shots later.
“You know what, I agree. But that won’t happen this easily in the wizarding world, where the weak will quickly get eaten by the strong.”
After walking along the terrible path for about ten minutes, they finally reached another concealed chamber.
Angor immediately sensed strange energy coming from the drawn patterns under his feet.
He was pretty familiar with magic arrays now, and he could see that the room had a typical, triggered array. He couldn’t tell the exact level or effect of it, but the ancient patterns suggested that it to be something from really long ago.
“Can you see anything from it?” Shadow noticed that Angor was inspecting it. However, he didn’t believe the young apprentice could actually read such a complicated magic array. An alchemist at this age would know about some simple runes at best.
“It was here for at least ten thousand years,” Angor said.
“How do you know?”
“The drawings are primeval. Whoever created this never learned about ‘Bental’s Tri-Intersection Rule’. There are many points that can be simplified, such as this corner here. I don’t know what this thing does, but I can say that this corner is overdone. Most alchemy books will tell you how to fix it. You can use ‘Six-Overlaying Method’ to draw a simple straight line here without wasting mana,” Angor slowly explained while pointing to a small edge inside the array.
“You… learned about magic arrays?” Shadow’s mouth dropped open. He didn’t know if Angor was correct, which was what made those words sound amazing.
“No. But I saw it from a book before.”
Shadow took a deep breath and looked at Angor with a more serious expression.
“One thousand years ago, when the Krakoks met with a terrible disaster, a wizard from Dark Castle came and activated this portal to take the Krakoks into the ‘Midworld’, where they enjoyed peaceful lives.”