Chapter 482: Chapter 149: Written Blessings, Bestowed Grace_3
"I was rely suggesting that Grindelwald might know the inside story; I didn’t an he was that kind of evil person... Of course, he is evil, but not to such an extent."
"It’s another mysterious wizard. If even Grindelwald doesn’t know, then no one does. The only thing I am certain of is that a Magic Stone was born in that era."
Nicolas Flal didn’t have any intention of throwing dirt on Grindelwald. An alchemist must maintain an objective perspective when viewing problems.
"This is indeed a piece of news that overturns what we know..."
Ian still couldn’t fully absorb this new interpretation of World War II received today.
"Let’s go back to my unfinished business... Including this Magic Rune, it’s also been a regret of mine. I’ll give you a great start on the path of deciphering it."
"But most of the follow-up work will still have to be done by you alone since you have the ti." Nicolas Flal seed uninterested in continuing the discussion about World War II.
"Of course, no problem. Once I complete your work, I’ll provide you with all the answers you want." Ian knew that Nicolas Flal had at most a little over a year to live.
His words weren’t just to comfort Nicolas Flal. After all, as far as he was concerned, even in death, this would not be his last encounter with Nicolas Flal.
The longing of the heart.
It could guide Ian to find Nicolas Flal in the Misty Illusion Realm. It’s just that Nicolas Flal was unaware of this, genuinely laughing heartily with contentnt.
The typical alchemist wouldn’t so readily agree to take on his unfinished business. Most of his students over the years would have responded timidly.
One can’t bla those students for hesitating. Knowing that Nicolas Flal, the most formidable alchemist in over six hundred years, was a figure every alchemist revered.
Precisely because of this, things that Nicolas Flal couldn’t complete made most alchemists feel they couldn’t either. Not a single one would be as assured as Ian in their tone.
It was as if... subconsciously believing they could achieve what Nicolas Flal could not. This wasn’t arrogance; rather, it was the kind of successor Nicolas Flal hoped to et.
"Very well, burn the answers, and maybe I will see them." Nicolas Flal’s gaze at the little wizard grew more affectionate. He seed to see a past version of himself in Ian.
The sa brilliant talent, the sa overflowing confidence, and a magical talent far surpassing his own, which would allow this little wizard to truly rise unstoppable in the days to co.
Hexagon Wizard.
The last little one this envied was Albus Dumbledore. Unfortunately, Albus Dumbledore abandoned his pursuit in alchemy upon realizing certain things couldn’t be achieved in the field.
"Of course, you will see it with your own eyes."
Ian winked at Nicolas Flal.
The smile on Nicolas Flal’s face grew broader.
"To truly decipher a completely unfamiliar Magic Text System, at least several years would be required. I think I might not live to see that." He refocused on Ian’s rubbings, seeming to have tossed aside the Ti Converter repair work that Dumbledore had entrusted to him.
"Miracles do happen."
Ian too moved close to Nicolas Flal, looking at the annotated fragnt page, which already contained so interpretations of the High Tower Magic Rune.
"Hahaha, then I’ll take your auspicious words, and aim to live another year or so." Nicolas Flal made space for Ian, allowing him to sit by his side.
"Why not be bolder? I think if you try, living another three years isn’t a problem; five years, there’s hope, and even striving for ten years isn’t out of the question."
Ian habitually spoke auspicious words. He truly hoped Nicolas Flal could live longer; otherwise, he’d have to find Nicolas Flal in the Misty Illusion Realm to continue deciphering these Magic Runes.
Exactly.
Seek the deceased Nicolas Flal in the Misty Illusion Realm to continue deciphering.
Nobody knows how to finish howork better than Ian.
Yet he felt that as a spirit, Nicolas Flal might not be as motivated as he is now.
"Why do I feel like your words carry a strange tone?" Nicolas Flal, as a scarcely known prophet, hadn’t lost his intuition or sharpness with age.
"What’s strange about it? I’m wishing you well! Wishing you could live another ten, eight years!" Ian hurriedly explained, in truth hiding his intention to pursue Nicolas Flal into the Misty Illusion Realm.
However.
As soon as those words fell.
Ian suddenly paused in surprise.
"What’s happening?"
The little wizard suddenly yawned.
He felt the unclear shadow pattern in his mind, slightly vibrating, and a lot of his internal magic power was being drawn into the invisible pattern.
Nothing happened.
But the sudden rise of exhaustion was exceptionally apparent.
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