Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1559: Section 1560: The Bear of the Fierce Sand Chapter 1559: Section 1560: The Bear of the Fierce Sand Two days later, Angel walked out of the Nightmare Realm.

He had been using illusion techniques in the Nightmare Realm to simulate skin grafts for the past two days, totaling 50 simulations, with 6 failures. Most of the failures occurred on the first day due to him performing the transplant on himself, which required the assistance of the Hand of Magic. Errors in control led to the failures.

After analyzing the reasons for the failures, Angel’s success rate improved significantly the next day. Aside from a small distraction in the first attempt that caused a failure, the rest were successful.

Such a success rate is considered high among similar skin grafts. Other Wizards performing self-skin grafts could probably achieve an 80% success rate, which would already be decent.

As an Alchemist who often manipulates the Hand of Magic, Angel, despite his initial unfamiliarity, has far superior fine control than his peers, which is why his success rate is higher.

With this success rate, Angel believed he could perform the transplant, which is why he ended the illusion simulation and left the Nightmare Realm.

However, after leaving the Nightmare Realm, Angel did not plan to immediately perform the skin transplant. That morning, his communicator received a message from the Water Pattern Witch.

According to the Water Pattern Witch, there was news from Vifette, and she had also arranged to meet Angel in the afternoon at Nail Granny’s Alchemy House.

This was also the reason behind Angel’s distraction that morning causing the transplant failure.

As the time of the meeting approached, Angel left the manor and headed towards the main city area.

When Angel arrived at Nail Alchemy House, he found the Water Pattern Witch, Falina, already there, laughing and talking with a burly man.

“I’m sorry for being late,” Angel apologized.

Falina waved her hand: “There’s still half an hour until the scheduled time; you are not only not late but actually early. As for me, I actually came here yesterday.”

Came here yesterday? Angel was momentarily taken aback.

Falina chuckled softly, “Didn’t you find anything odd about the Nail Alchemy House today?”

“Granny seems to be absent?” Angel glanced at the distant counter, where Nail Granny usually sat, but now it was Nya standing there.

Nya was a Fragrant Wood Puppet crafted by Nail Granny.

“Granny is still discussing with the Director and others at the Research and Development Institute, and she asked me to look after the Alchemy House for a while. I took over as the temporary shop owner, and incidentally, I could also take some materials back,” Falina winked and smiled.

Angel nodded in understanding, suspecting that Nail Granny must still be discussing matters related to Lord Ivor with Director Muse and Lord Beast Emperor. This matter concerns the core of the Research and Development Institute, so it cannot be treated carelessly.

After finishing her words, Falina introduced the man sitting opposite to Angel, “His name is Lien. Have you heard his name before?”

Lien, a burly man, wore a yellow sand-patterned Wizard Robe, with brownish-red short curly hair, and a scar over his brow bone on the left side of his face, which gave a fierce and menacing impression at first glance. However, when he smiled, that fierce impression was mitigated, replaced by a refreshing frankness.

Angel looked towards Lien, his first glance not directed at his face, but rather at his shoulders.

Because hanging on his shoulder was a pair of plush palms with pink nails on the clothes. As Angel’s gaze shifted, a small head slowly rose from behind Lien.

It was a mini-sized sand bear with black eyes darting around; when it saw Angel’s gaze, a hint of timidity flashed in its eyes before it ducked its head again.

Angel withdrew his gaze, locking eyes with Lien, smiling and nodding, “Of course, I’ve heard of Mr. Lien, reputed to be the fairest Wizard in the Southern Domain.”

Angel was not making this up; Lien, nicknamed “Bear of the Wild Sand,” hails from West Dimosha. He is very popular in the Wizards’ Realm precisely because of his fairness and loyalty.

Although today was the first time Angel met him, he had heard of Lien long before. Originally, David had taken Angel’s handcrafted Phantom Sound Box to an auction at the Ancient River Beach, where someone mentioned a counterfeit Phantom Sound Box, and Lien had stood up for Angel’s music box’s justice.

Because of this, even though Angel had not met Lien before, he already had a favorable impression of him.

“I have also heard of the great name of the Transcendental Wizard a long time ago and have always wanted an opportunity to visit. At last, we can meet today,” Lien said, smiling as he shook hands with Angel.

After some pleasantries, everyone took their seats.

Angel had a good impression of Lien, but he harbored a doubt in his heart–why was Lien here?

After Farina sat down, she quickly clarified: “Vifette had contacted me earlier, stating that he was in the critical stage of an experiment and temporarily could not leave. He mentioned he would ask someone else to bring the Scroll of Fortune, but I didn’t expect it to be Lien.”

Lien also timely added, “Vifette is indeed delayed by some matters and cannot come personally; he is actually very regretful. Since I had to come to Sky Mechanical City, I thought I might as well meet the famed Transcendental Wizard and came on his behalf.”

As he spoke, Lien brought over the mini sand bear that was hanging on his shoulder and placed it on the table.

Under the gaze of everyone, the little sand bear seemed uncomfortable, shivering slightly.

“This is my companion, Misha. It’s a bit shy,” Lien said, stroking the little sand bear’s head, the warmth of his palm slightly calming the small creature.

Then, Lien’s lips moved slightly, and the little sand bear, as if hearing something, leaned forward slightly, and a small leather scroll was spat out from its mouth.

When the scroll made contact with the outside, although it was initially only the size of a thumb, it grew upon meeting the air, and in an instant, it turned to its normal size.

“Misha has a storage space inside,” Lien explained, then handed the wrapped leather scroll to Angel: “This is the Scroll of Fortune that Vifette asked me to bring; you might want to take a look.”

“Alright.” A gleam flashed in Angel’s eyes as he took the scroll.

The scroll was initially inconspicuous, but as Angel slowly unrolled it, revealing its true nature, a marvelous rhythm filled the entire hall.

The Scroll of Fortune, it turns out, is a unique and rare type of Magic Rune Scroll. Angel himself, being proficient in Enchantment, felt an even deeper impression.

There were no visible magic patterns on the Scroll of Fortune, yet as energy mingled on the surface of the leather, Angel’s vision seemed filled with countless geometric lines. They leaped out from the unfolded leather, transforming from two-dimensional to three-dimensional, continuously extending and forming straightforward yet striking patterns.

These minimalist geometric style patterns formed a marvelous maze. At this moment, a strange energy was weaving through the maze, seemingly searching for an exit.

However, its traversal was different from that of other maze decryptions.

Wherever it passed, sharp corners became smooth, and sharp edges turned rounded, as if blunting the edges of destiny one by one, collapsing all dangerous choices hidden in the darkness, leaving only a smooth, straight path to the ultimate exit.

As it passed through the tunnels of the maze and walked out through the exit at that moment, in Angel’s vision, all these lines resettled, descending back to a flat plane.

A breeze, rising from nowhere, blew past, and everything before disappeared.

The Scroll of Fortune lay flat, showing nothing on it, only a concealed energy mingling quietly without a trace.

“Is this the Scroll of Fortune?” Angel muttered to himself in his heart, the scene just now was too shocking.

Originally, he thought that the Scroll of Fortune was part of the realm of magic patterns, perhaps he could imitate it. But now it seems, the depth of Runeology still far exceeded his expectations; he clearly knew it involved magic patterns, yet could not find any trace of them. It was as if, it operated on another plane, or say another dimension.

Until reaching the corresponding level, it’s not just about replicating; he might not even understand its operating mechanism.