635 Manufacture (2/2)

His voice was as weary and poignant as before.

Hu. Lucien heaved a sigh in relief. He was finally confirmed that the guy was Maskelyne from his answer! By the same logic, the other five seraphs and the Angel King must be the other six legendary sorcerers. The number matched perfectly.

”Is there anything I can help you with?” Lucien tried not to mention the monster, the Sun King or Thanos.

Maskelyne spoke, as if he were in a dream. ”I only predicted what might happen, but I didn't know that it would be so strong. I can barely escape now that my real self is restored, and neither can you. Leave now. Come back again after you become a demigod.”

”But I have already been stranded in this place by the monster. I have to know its secrets if I want to leave.” While he talked, Lucien was prepared that Maskelyne might lose control of himself.

He must've been crafted into a seraph by the monster of the Sun King at the beginning, didn't he?

While Lucien observed seriously and attentively, Maskelyne pressed his head again as he expected. His face was hideously twisted, and he didn't calm down until a long time later. Then, he cast a divine power, ”God's Gift!”

Vague holy light fell into Lucien's body with the pleasant hymn. The intense air of life convinced Lucien that it was a divine power to eliminate negative states and treat wounds. So, he did not resist it with the Space Staff.

Other than the legendary Art of Resurrection, God's Gift was the best divine power for treatment. Lucien felt that his wounds were healed at an unimaginable speed. The light of paradise that saturated his body faded quickly. Although its level was above 'God's Gift', it was not powered anymore, and it was being dissolved by a seraph who understood its features very well. Therefore, Lucien was completely out of its influence after only twenty seconds.

The divine power was so marvelous that even Rhine was cured, too. The effects of the Light of Paradise was gone, and he was not further wounded at all as the common divine powers of recovery would've done to him.

”I'm restrained by many powerful methods, and I cannot discuss certain things, or I will immediately be self-destroyed.” Maskelyne spoke to Lucien's speculation. ”Go to the laboratory. I left the Mirror of Fate exactly to navigate you to the laboratory. If you find enough notebooks and items, you should be able to resolve certain secrets and understand the way to escape.”

Hu. Lucien took a breath in relief again. There was indeed a way to deceive or circumvent the monster!

”It's a pity that the critical part on your notebook is missing, or the whole thing wouldn't be as enigmatic as it is right now.” Lucien observed with mixed feelings.

Maskelyne's lips moved, and his eyes glittered in fear again, as if he had recalled the most terrible nightmare. He shouted devastatingly, ”It's not him; it's him! It's not him; it's him!”

He appeared to be out of control, and wind blades and light arrows were all over the hall again. However, Lucien was not as helpless as a moment ago. He forged a space wall with the Space Staff to defend himself.

It's not him; it's him? That was truly ambiguous… They were both the pronouns for males in the ancient language of the Sylvanas Magic Empire. That was not helpful for Lucien's analysis at all, because he did not know who Mr. Maskelyne's first suspect was.

A moment later, Maskelyne defeated 'himself' again. Taking out the leg of a puppet, he tossed it at Lucien. ”Go to the laboratory. Go to the laboratory. One day, you will understand everything from the experiment log.”

”Why do you believe that there are experiment logs in the laboratory? Aren't they destroyed yet?” Lucien picked up the leg of the puppet. It was indeed another part that McLeod left behind.

Maskelyne's lips curled, and he put on a miserable smile again. ”The fact that you found my Mirror of Fate and my magic notebook suggests that part of the experiment logs are still left in the laboratory.”

In the end, he added, ”Sometimes, the enemy you think may turn out to be your best ally.”

It was still intricate and perplexing. Lucien had absolutely no idea what to make out of Maskelyne final advice.

Maskelyne did not wait for Lucien to ask questions again. It seemed that he could barely suppress the personality of 'Arvin' anymore. He unfolded the angelic wings on his back and spoke solemnly, ”God's Hourglass!”

A pure and sacred hourglass popped up in midair, in which brilliant sand fell from the top. The space-time around was immediately changed and became as fast as the outside world.

”Hurry to recover yourself. This only equals to several minutes in other places of the Realm of Gates. I am not strong enough yet and can only make the changes based on the main material world.” Maskelyne struggled to open the black gate and walk out, obviously giving Lucien the time to recover himself. Perhaps, he would be Arvin, the Godly Eye, when he returned!

Several minutes in the Realm of Gates… were enough for the Moon Timer, the Robe of Grand Arcanists and the Shield of Truth to be restored!

Lucien was refreshed with hope and ambitions again. Thanos' laboratory, I'm coming!