Chapter 488: Chapter 150: Triple Shock! The Tomb of King Arthur!
"Is this little amount enough?"
Ian looked curiously at the Hourglass Sand inside, which seed detailed enough to be counted with the naked eye. He hadn’t yet reached this stage in Alchemy practice from Teacher Morgan.
"Of course, it’s not enough. It’s insufficient for Albus and even more so for your large clock. The amount of Hourglass Sand determines how much of the ti scale we can influence."
Nicolas Flal put away the apparatus and returned, taking the damaged Ti Converter from Ian’s hands. "However, Hourglass Sand isn’t the issue we need to consider right now. It’s the materials needed to repair this Ti Converter, many of which have completely vanished from our era."
"Including your clock." Nicolas Flal’s tone was full of indescribable heaviness. He had felt the limitations of the era more than once.
"I do know a substitute formula for making this type of Magic tal... capable of creating an alloy called Wulu." Ian pointed at the missing corner of the Ti Converter.
"Hmm?"
Nicolas Flal looked at the Little Wizard with so suspicion.
Under his gaze,
the Little Wizard took out parchnt and wrote an alchemy formula, intricately filling 6 sheets of parchnt. As Ian handed each sheet to him, Nicolas Flal moved from confusion to incredulous astonishnt by the ti Ian handed over the last sheet.
"Did you get this from tomb raiding as well?"
For Nicolas Flal, who understood Ian’s level in Alchemy, the only plausible explanation for the formula was the treasure gained from grave robbing.
"Pretty much."
Ian thought about it and nodded slightly.
Teacher Morgan lived in the Misty Illusion Realm, where all the inhabitants were deceased, akin to the conditions of tombs. So the formula could indeed be considered a find from grave robbing.
"Hiss~~~"
Nicolas Flal took more than ten deep breaths. Had Ian not held him and smoothed his back, he might have just fallen stiff, overwheld by the shock.
"Is it too late to learn tomb raiding now?"
Despite Nicolas Flal’s more tranquil disposition and disdain for worldly desires, he couldn’t help but regret not opening his eyes earlier in life after being stunned by Ian’s finds.
"That’s hard work..." Ian recalled his fatigue from raiding Senior Tom’s family tomb, genuinely expressing how Nicolas Flal rendered speechless.
Even with such gains.
He wouldn’t complain about hard work.
He’d cheerfully work twenty-four hours a day for such finds!
"Right, speaking of this Ti Converter... could you take a look at how it relates to Hourglass Sand?" Ian, continued the conversation while pulling out a handful of Mystical Black Sand from his Money Bag.
He genuinely took out only a small handful.
Nevertheless.
When Nicolas Flal saw the Black Sand sliding to the ground from Ian’s small hand, this ti he couldn’t help it. Clutching his chest, he suddenly fell backward.
Elderly people do sleep well. If they lie down, they can sleep... Thankfully, Ian promptly rushed behind Nicolas Flal and supported him, preventing the Alchemy Master from slipping into a baby-like slumber.
"Hourglass Sand is an alchemy creation, while the Black Sand you dropped is its raw material. Their origin is a mystery. My teacher only showed
a few grains once."
After catching his breath, Nicolas Flal imdiately crouched down and started picking up the Black Sand that had slipped from Ian’s hand like an hourglass.
He dropped.
Nicolas picked.
Watching the six-hundred-year-old man being careful like soone picking up grain during famine, Ian tossed the entire handful of Black Sand onto the office floor.
He had plenty more in his Money Bag...
"What are you doing?"
After helping Nicolas Flal pick up the Black Sand from the floor, Ian noticed that instead of tending the Black Sand, Nicolas Flal went directly to the crafting table and started working.
Nicolas Flal slowly retrieved items from a wooden box marked by years: rusty iron pieces, gemstone fragnts emitting peculiar glows — then he began to craft
as the unique clang of tal slting and the fierce glow of fire encompassed the room. This was indeed an art-level alchemy scene, as Nicolas Flal soon molded several blanks.
The molds were of various shapes, so resembling sharp shovels, others resembling delicate crowbars. He inscribed Magic Runes on them while responding to Ian’s question.
"You must have raided rlin’s tomb, right? You must have... You raid rlin, and I’ll raid Arthur Pendragon; I happen to know where Arthur Pendragon’s tomb is."
"He had many wizard followers back then, so there must be good stuff in his grave." Nicolas Flal’s voice was firm and impactful, showing he was deeply affected.
"Ah!!?"
Ian finally realized what Nicolas Flal was crafting—tools for tomb raiding! As the Magic Runes continued to be inscribed, the grave-robbing tools gradually took shape. Their surface glead with cold, tallic sheen under the dim light, astonishingly capable of operating automatically without being manually used!
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