Chapter 176: Arrival (1) (1/2)
Chapter 176: Arrival (1)
Translator: LeoEditor: DarkGem
Five days later…
Angele sat beside a table inside his cabin, carefully engraving a white rune circle on the surface of the brown table with a silver knife. There were two triangles inside the circle and the crystal vial from Isabell was placed in the middle.
The edge of the circle was surrounded by strange runes; there were at least one hundred of them.
Angele kept carving the runes onto the table while blowing away bits of wood.
After about 20 minutes, he finished the last one and lowered the knife.
He felt relaxed, and the knife was quickly absorbed into his palm. He put his hands on both sides of the circle, the rhino blood right between his palms.
Suddenly, something started vibrating in the air.
Two rays of light came out of Angele’s palms: the one from the left was green and the one from the right was red.
The lights went across each other right above the crystal vial and turned into a translucent string. This string was parallel to the stopper of the vial.
It looked like the light rays released by Angele were being absorbed by the rhino blood.
The light brightened up the whole cabin, and it started flashing after several seconds.
After about one hour.
Strings of white light suddenly rushed out of the circle, and the countless runes outside it slowly vanished into the air.
The light rays slowly disappeared, and Angele lowered his hands after everything was finished. The circle on the table was coated with a light white glow, the rhino blood still in the center.
Angele stood up, looking tired.
”Now all I have to do is wait.”
He walked to the door and pushed it open.
A blonde man wearing red leather armor was standing outside the door; it seemed like he had waited here for a while.
”Master Green, this is the Black Rose oil, please accept it.”
He put his right hand over the chest and spoke in a low voice.
Angele looked down at a small wooden case beside the man’s legs. Iron needles were hammered into the corners of the case, but its surface itself was smooth.
”How generous… So she was certain that I'll be able to fulfill her request?” Angele smiled. ”Tell Isabell I appreciate her trust and I’ll take the reward.”
”No problem.”
The blonde man nodded politely, turned around, and left.
Angele watched the man leave, then sighed with emotion. He knew Isabell had some strong background, but he hadn't expected her to give away the rare ancient resource so easily. Also, she had told him that she'd visited all the potion masters in Nola. Wizards from average families would never be able to that.
He stepped forward, picked up the case, and opened it. A black ceramic pot was covered in bits of wood. The surface of the pot was rough, and it was sealed with a piece of white waterproof cloth.
Angele removed the cloth and the fragrance of rose permeated the air. The oil inside was dark and sticky; it looked like black honey.
He raised his right hand and several silver needles came out of the tips of his first finger. Angele dipped the needles into the oil.
The needles were coated with a thin layer of black oil after Angele brought them out of the pot.
*CHI*
Dark flame sparked on the needles as Angele lighted the oil with fire energy particles, and the fragrance of rose was replaced by some rotten stinky smell.
”It’s real… The Black Rose oil…”
Angele nodded, satisfied with the result. He carefully blew off the fire and the needles were slowly absorbed by his skin.
He sealed the pot and put it down on the table before leaving the room.
There were only two wizards on this ship, and Angele was not worried that someone would steal his items. He doubted that Isabell’s followers knew what Black Rose oil was used for. He applied some energy particles on the surface of the pot just for alarm.
He had picked the cabin on the deck from the many empty ones on the ship, so he could switch anytime he wanted.
On the right side of his cabin was the railing. White sea waves were hitting the body of the ship from time to time.
The seemingly endless blue sea was pure and vibrant.
The wind was chilling, and it took away the heat of the sunlight from Angele’s skin.
He turned left and walked to the front side of the deck.
Several soldiers were controlling the rudder and checking the sails. The words they were yelling were in a strange dialect that Angele was not familiar with.