Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 469 - 430: Nightmare and Medical Doctor
The night is deep and quiet.
"No—!!!"
A sudden scream from a young girl echoes sharply.
Then, in Angie’s room at Cooper Manor, the light of the Hanging Wind Chime quietly illuminates.
She dismissed the maid who came to inquire upon hearing the commotion.
The girl, dressed in a pure white sleeveless nightgown, has already sat up, weakly leaning against the headboard.
"Huff...huff..."
Her slender fingers tangle into hair like silk, as she struggles to breathe deeply, trying to calm the fear experienced in the nightmare.
At this time.
The fourteen-year-old girl, who can be considered graceful and elegant, has a forehead covered in cold sweat. Even the white nightgown clings damply to her smooth skin, drenched with sweat from her back.
After a considerable time, Angie barely calms her trembling heart, tucking her slightly disheveled hair behind her ears, she gently pats her cheek.
"Teacher..."
Despite trying to control herself, she can’t help but recall the dreadful scenes from the dream.
Giggling, sinister laughter, ravens flying wildly everywhere, a moldy island, corpses in layers of tragic death, a collapsed giant crystal cave, and swallowed by fungi...Teacher!
Images keep surfacing in her mind, leaving Angie sleepless.
"Relax, Angie! It’s just a dream.
Tomorrow, I’ll borrow the Spirit Realm Messenger of ’Violet Eye’ to send a message to the teacher. He’s already an Official Wizard and a powerful Tier 3 Marked Swordsman, nothing will happen to him.
Besides, even if the teacher faces danger, with my current power, I can’t help him.
I must break through to an Official Wizard as quickly as possible. Don’t you think so, Minnie?"
If anyone understands Aiven’s level of power best, it must be his direct lineage disciple, Angie.
Especially after Aiven reached the New Continent and became an Official Wizard, he continuously sent messengers to instruct her.
Now, Angie not only knows Aiven’s current cultivation progress but has even received the full set of rune engravings of the "Life Tree Totem Warrior" as a teaching material from Aiven.
Gently, she embraces her bedside holy white crystal, which slightly glows, seemingly understanding the meaning of her words.
Angie glanced outside at the still thick night, tossed aside the soft silk covers, and jumped from the bed barefoot, deciding to start a new day of study right away.
Click...click...
Her still slightly sweaty feet, as bright as moonlight, left a trail of delicate footprints on the polished wooden floor.
Click—
She reaches a corner of the bedroom, pulls open a wooden door set into the floor, and descends a wooden ladder to the basement.
The Hanging Wind Chime here already self-illuminates, fully revealing a meticulously modified, well-equipped wizard laboratory.
Though underground, it feels not at all stifling, rather akin to the fresh scent of a forest after the rain.
Angie has reinforced and sealed this place with the strongest Witchcraft Ceremony she can currently use, meeting all her needs as an apprentice.
Of course, she cannot conduct extremely dangerous experiments at the manor, but thanks to her teacher’s good relationship with ’Violet Eye,’ its labs and public library are equally open to her.
Her determination to learn can be seen from the laboratory itself. Except for meals and necessary rest, she spends most of her time here.
If being a homebody had ranks, Angie would at least be at the veteran level.
An exceptional talent combined with ultimate effort.
Even without the aid of Data Visualization, Angie is like Aiven, reaching the cusp of becoming an Official Wizard within only two years.
Now, besides the talisman series of witchcraft, she’s completed most of the prerequisites for the advancement to Official Wizard!
Thud—
Angie places the holy white crystal named Minnie, that hasn’t left her side for the past two years, on its dedicated wooden stand on the experiment table.
She retrieves from the material storage cabinet the "Dust of Evil Spirits" sent by her teacher via sea bird, along with a series of auxiliary materials.
Finally determined, she begins tonight to attempt formulating the "Spirit Communication Potion" with these rare Extraordinary Materials.
Moreover, it’s based on Aiven’s improved formula, making significant revisions to the mystical dosage of "Dust of Evil Spirits."
Because the "Spirit Realm Tide" follows the Era’s major cycle, the moon’s movement as its minor cycle, with local subtle fluctuations at any time affecting significantly the "Spirit Communication Potion" that attempts to establish contact with the Spirit Realm.
Aiven’s initial plan was to invent a tool to observe the "Spirit Realm Tide," adding an appropriate amount of "Dust of Evil Spirits" based on the tide’s fluctuation size to increase the success rate.
However, he has not yet created such a tool, because he can’t find a material more sensitive and reliable to Spirit Realm fluctuations than a wizard’s soul itself.
Thus, his ultimate contribution to the School’s Inheritance Secret Scroll, "Flesh Sacrifice," is a new witchcraft curse [Keen], temporarily enhancing the wizard apprentice’s perceptibility to the Spirit Realm.
The casting condition requires two Spirit Realm Messengers of the same origin, assisting respectively from two worlds.
The continued time shouldn’t be too long, or it’d be akin to prematurely conducting Spirit Realm Exploration, where the soul gradually assimilates into the Spirit Realm’s fluctuations.
With a gentle exhale.
A wizard’s inherent quality manifests, and before the potion formulation begins, the girl has completely calmed her mind, restoring her crystal-clear and pure disposition.
Pop——
With candles, essential oils, and a silver dagger as props, a spiritual barrier and a barrier wall were established, isolating this laboratory from the outside world both physically and spiritually.
"Gurgle... gurgle..."
When the spring water extracted 14.2857 centimeters below the surface began to boil slowly at the junction of winter and spring, day, and night.
Large Deer Mushroom, Nine Section Grass, Sage Grass, Hell Bell (Mandala Flower), Celestial Blue... all were neatly arranged on the experiment table.
All these auxiliary materials were collected meticulously by Aiven from the "magic element" highly active New Continent, meticulously crafted, and then urgently delivered to Angie by the demonized creature level White Seagull.
It could be said that for his little apprentice, Aiven provided all the most convenient and abundant conditions within his capabilities, just to ensure that material limitations would not hinder Angie’s growth.
Even those direct lineage disciples in large schools weren’t treated any better.
Angie and Delis always maintained interaction and contact, not cut off from the Wizard World’s news, and naturally understood the value of the teacher’s "intention."
And she was determined to repay Aiven’s expectations with her actions.
"Teacher, Angie will soon be able to help you!"
...
Chirping...
In the towering, lush mountain woods, two hardworking demonized creature level birds were rebuilding their nest, which had unexpectedly collapsed due to the rainy season.
Suddenly.
Crackle!
A flash of pale blue lightning brushed past the treetops, pausing slightly before disappearing from their sight in an instant.
If it weren’t flying so low, they would have thought it was one of their kind speeding across the treetops.
Amidst the roaring wind.
Without taking too long, boot-clad feet and dressed in a fitting hunting outfit, Aiven had already landed at the entrance of the newly established Wendat Tribe settlement, guided by Milan on the mind network along with a gust of wind.
Whoosh——
"Hmm?"
Looking at the large patches of blood on the ground that hadn’t been cleaned yet and the fungal spore clusters almost visible to the naked eye,
it was evident that there had been a bloody incident here, possibly small in scale, but undoubtedly violent.
"General, please follow me!"
Following the greeting personnel who had long been waiting there, Aiven entered the core tribe of the Hurons for the first time.
Previously, upon receiving Milan’s urgent plea for help, Aiven knew they were in considerable trouble this time, but he hadn’t expected the mastermind to act so quickly.
Moreover, when spreading the disease widespread, they didn’t continue targeting the Nimansite People but turned their attention to the aboriginal Atrean people.
The logic and purpose they displayed were incomprehensible, like a mad dog biting whoever they could—Nimansite, Anuma, Atrean...
The Wendat Tribe, though possessing considerable high-end powers, even multiple Tier 3 powerhouses.
But in this sudden tumult, due to the unfamiliarity with the disease and those Cyst Attendants, though casualties weren’t high, a significant number of unsuspecting individuals in the tribe were unfortunately affected.
When Aiven found Milan with the receptionist,
as the only person who had been in contact with the disease, he was directing seven or eight official Shaman Wizards to provide preliminary treatment to the patients to prevent further spread of the Super Cystic Fungus.
Even though he belonged to the Prophetic School, Milan, being a wizard, wasn’t troubled by such tasks.
His organized and composed demeanor,
captivated Apsuya, who was assisting him, her eyes sparkling. She shifted from her original valiant warrior image to one offering tea, showing concern, making Milan somewhat reluctant to part.
Until Aiven’s arrival, he finally gracefully relinquished his position.
Half a day later,
under Aiven’s guidance, the shamans combined their witchcraft inheritance with primitive medicine to meticulously concoct a potent herbal potion.
However, treating a few with extraordinary means was manageable, but to address hundreds or thousands of patients, it was undoubtedly a drop in the bucket.
Even the powerful Totem God "Spirit of the Giant Bear" Gleam was at a loss, though exceedingly strong within his powers, his magical abilities mostly stemmed from instinct rather than knowledge, significantly limiting his capabilities.
In combating the Cystic Fungus, even this formidable Totem God, comparable to a Tier 4 Extraordinary, might not surpass a seasoned old shaman.
Unlike scientific products that can be mass-produced, extraordinary products, at least in their current developmental stage, are hardest to mass-produce and thus benefit every member under the current social system.
So, though extraordinary force can save one, what about thousands?
After the shaman medicine treated a few high-status individuals in the tribe, the ordinary people couldn’t be left to die.
Moreover, with the mastermind’s unrestrained conduct, who could guarantee that the unpredictable "dark clouds" wouldn’t fall on their own heads tomorrow?
After replicating the Prevention Manual for the Wendat Tribe, Aiven grabbed the reluctant Milan:
"Let’s go meet Roddy at the colony.
He mentioned knowing a highly skilled medical doctor, Mr. Taylor, who might be able to help us."
"Wait! General, for my people, I’ll join you!"
