Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1040: Section 1041 Irreplaceable Materials

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Of these three irreplaceable materials, Angel had only heard of the Indestructible Flame Bone of the Dark Gold Nightmare.

The Dark Gold Nightmare is a strange magical creature from the Abyss. In fact, Sanders once fused with the bloodline of the Dark Gold Nightmare, and the original Spell Technique he developed, the Nightmare Substitute, referred indeed to the Dark Gold Nightmare.

For Alchemists, the Indestructible Flame Bone of the Dark Gold Nightmare is also considered a precious Demonic Material. There should be stock in the Wizards’ Realm.

But now he had no way to leave the Abyss, so searching for such materials was quite difficult.

Aside from the Indestructible Flame Bone of the Dark Gold Nightmare, Angel had never heard of the other two materials before, but the senior had written down the sources for these materials.

Earth Vein Firestone that has been deposited for over a thousand years, which Angel initially thought was a type of ore. However, a closer read revealed it was, in fact, a semi-Elemental Life on the verge of a Spirit Awakening, still in a state of ignorance, and a favorite food of the Fire Transmission Demon.

This type of semi-Elemental Life usually slumbers under magma.

With Angel’s current physical resistance to high temperatures, he could not endure going under the magma to look for it.

Therefore, this was not an easy material to find either.

However, the most difficult and important of these three materials to find was the White Ash Fire Solvent concocted with the hellish netherfire. Is it hard to find? Not really, because the hard part isn’t the latter word “white ash,” but rather the “hellish netherfire” at the beginning.

As far as Angel understood, only the Fire Transmission Demon could release the hellish netherfire.

That is to say, to synthesize White Ash Fire Solvent, he absolutely needed cooperation from a Fire Transmission Demon.

This was very troubling for Angel. Having the Fire Transmission Demon not kill him on site was lucky enough, let alone demanding their cooperation.

Moreover, since the Fire Transmission Demons were True Knowledge Level beings, even if Angel wanted to use his fists to coerce them, it was impossible.

Thinking about these three materials, Angel’s face was filled with bitterness.

He had thought that with a method of synthesis, he might relax a bit, but now it seemed that having the method only increased his worries.

“It seems that you’re not satisfied with this synthesis method? However, the deal is done, and there’s no room for regret,” Baltica said while sipping the crimson liquid, her speech slightly slurred.

“It’s not about regret, just that these materials are too difficult to obtain,” Angel replied, looking at Baltica again with pleading eyes, his implication obvious.

Baltica shrugged, “I’m only a purveyor of information, and sometimes engage in a bit of arson and murder. I’m not responsible for supplying materials.”

Angel looked down, disappointed.

“However, I can recommend a place to you, where you should be able to find some of the materials you want.”

Angel’s hope rekindled at Baltica’s words.

—”Lassudral.”

When Angel heard this name, an image of the Möbius strip appeared in his mind. Could it be that no matter which path he chose, he couldn’t avoid this Demon City?

Baltica, however, had no idea that Angel’s original journey was headed to Lassudral, and that seeking her out in the Land of Repose was an unexpected detour.

“There are shops run by demons in Lassudral, where you should find some of the materials you’re looking for, such as the Indestructible Flame Bone of the Dark Gold Nightmare, and Earth Vein Firestone that has been deposited for over a thousand years. Most importantly, if you want to synthesize the Fire Transmission Stone, you’ll need thousands of Fire Transmission Stone fragments, and they have them there.”

Previously, Angel had only considered the three irreplaceable materials, but among the substitutable ones, there were also some difficult to deal with. For instance, the Fire Transmission Stone fragments mentioned by Baltica.

Angel had some Fire Transmission Stone fragments, which he acquired last time from the Ashenrock Giantstone, but they were far from enough to synthesize a complete Fire Transmission Stone.

So, he either had to kill thousands of Fire Bone Witches, or he had to opt for purchasing.

And if he chose to purchase, the only place in the Abyss with such a large stockpile was Demon City.

After a moment of silence, Angel asked, “Can you acquire hellish netherfire in Demon City?”

“If you have money, you can hire a Fire Transmission Demon to specifically spew hellish netherfire for you,” Baltica paused, “but if a Fire Transmission Demon sees you using hellish netherfire to concoct White Ash Fire Solvent, guess what, will it realize what you are doing?”

Once the Fire Transmission Demon knew he was concocting White Ash Fire Solvent, his fate would probably not be an easy one. But if he did not seek out a Fire Transmission Demon, the hellish netherfire would also be unattainable.

It was like a strange loop, a dead end whichever way he went.

Suddenly, Angel recalled what Odeclass told him about the Half-Blood Demon, “If a Half-Blood Demon with the bloodline of a Fire Transmission Demon, would it spew hellish netherfire?”

This time, Baltica gave him a positive answer, “If it has reached the level of a Fire Transmission Demon, it can.”

Hearing this answer, Angel’s eyes lit up. Although Odeclass had not mentioned the Half-Blood Demon’s strength, based on the time frame, it would have lived at least a thousand years, possibly reaching the level of a Fire Transmission Demon?

Round and round, it looked like he had to visit Lassudral after all.

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After all, the only known approach to obtaining Hellfire seemed to involve a Half-Blood Demon with considerable connections to humans.

Moreover, some materials for forging Fire Transmission Stones seemed to require a stroke of luck in Lassudral.

But now another problem arose before him: what currency did Lassudral use for trade?

“Demon Gold Coins are a universal currency, but if you don’t have Demon Gold Coins, you can also barter,” Baltica said, raising her eyebrows, “Besides, for someone who can refine Fire Transmission Stones, isn’t making money simple?”

With Angel’s current abilities, earning money wasn’t difficult in any world. However, he was under a time constraint. If he couldn’t complete his task within two hundred hours, once Toby’s calamity was unsealed, any endeavor he attempted would be hindered by misfortune, possibly leading to complete failure, or even him ending up paying for it.

“No matter, I can only take it one step at a time,” Angel gritted his teeth and decided to leave for Lassudral immediately. He had already spent nearly half a day in the Land of Repose and couldn’t afford to waste more time.

With that in mind, Angel prepared to stand up and take his leave.

As he rose to his feet, he noticed two small ornaments on the bar top—a crystal harp and the Monument of the Strange Loop. Baltica was looking at them with longing eyes. She had previously agreed to trade only the Uyu Polos, so these two ornaments would have to be returned to Angel.

Angel thought about it—these two small ornaments weren’t really that significant, so he said, “I have unraveled many mysteries here thanks to Miss Baltica. Please keep these two small ornaments as a token of my gratitude.”

Baltica’s eyes brightened at Angel’s words.

However, she didn’t immediately accept them. Instead, after contemplating for a moment, she took a transparent box from under the bar.

Angel could clearly see a scale encased in ice within the box.

There was a flicker of recognition in Angel’s eyes; did the scale look familiar to him?

“As a merchant with integrity, I won’t take advantage of you. Here, this is Binaqionse’s dragon scale, for you,” Baltica casually tossed the box to Angel, “Binaqionse once graced me with her presence and gave me this scale. Just like the Flame Mark on your body, it can suppress your human scent. You could also choose to give it to Odeclass, but if you do so, it would be best not to tell…”

Baltica pointed to the woman with dark skin idly staring outside the drapery.

Joy flickered through Angel’s eyes; he had witnessed the power of a dragon scale in Ice Valley, where even gargoyles had been frightened into retreat.

With this dragon scale, his safety was somewhat guaranteed.

After tossing the box to Angel, Baltica started caressing the two newly acquired small ornaments.

Angel then spoke softly, “Miss Baltica, this crystal harp can be fully unsealed.”

With Angel’s explanation, Baltica flipped the switch under the crystal harp. With a ‘pop,’ the smoke dispersed, and the small ornament expanded dozens of times into a full-sized harp.

It was luxurious and elegant, twinkling under the flickering lights.

Baltica’s face also showed surprise. She had thought it was just a uniquely shaped music box and never expected that it could transform into a real instrument.

She hesitated for a moment, then extended her slender fingers and touched the harp strings, plucking them gently.

A ripple seemed to spread.

The clear notes peculiar to a harp resounded, striking a chord with a single note, shaking one’s soul.

The clean, resonant sound brought joy to Baltica’s expression. From her reaction, she was very satisfied with plucking the strings.

With a casual strum, even without a melody, it was a colorful and brilliant musical piece.

Baltica’s eyes narrowed, like crescent moons. She took a deep breath and felt as if the darkness in front of her was torn apart by the radiant stars and the gentle moonlight from countless years ago.

As moonlight soaked into her vision, Baltica began to play the harp before her, accompanied by the night breeze.

The elegant notes flowed like bubbling water, not just echoing in the small tavern but also, with the swaying flames, spreading beyond the drapery, permeating the entire Land of Repose.

Along with the music, Baltica closed her eyes and began to hum softly.

It was a nocturne filled with nostalgia and a touch of sorrow.

As if it were a tribute to the old times of the bygone world.

At that moment, Angel was no longer in the bar. He was walking into the distance, yet the enchanting music still reached his ears, along with a hum more divine than any heavenly melody.

The night breeze lifted the drapery of the little tavern, revealing Baltica’s captivating face, shining with an incredible brilliance against the backdrop of the flickering lights, swirling smoke, and dancing notes.

Perhaps for countless years to come, Angel would never forget this scene.

Not just the enchanting woman but also the dimly lit tavern, immersed in musical notes, a beacon in the night.