Salvatore arrived in Noah four days after Annan sent out the letter.
Fortunately, the situation at the Royal Capital wasn’t particularly urgent.
Although on the first day, the curse indeed accumulated a lot in the air, even causing so passersby to be carried into the hospital, Transcendents were reluctant to step outside.
But that evening, His Majesty, the King, had professionals compress all the scattered curses in the air into the body of "Dream Stealer" Denton, purifying the air around the palace once again.
The gentleman was a Gold-rank Wizard directly appointed by His Majesty, a man dressed in a white robe and wearing a pure white mask. He had long, pitch-black hair, a tall figure, but his age was indiscernible. A sowhat eerie smiling face was drawn simply in red on that mask.
He also seed to have a personal relationship with His Majesty, it was said that His Majesty had known him since his youth.
That Wizard specialized in the Idol School, establishing Curse Bindings that forbade many schools of magic as "The Great Na Sculptor." His main task now was to prevent mbers of the royal family from being located through rituals or cursed to death, or to bestow spells that blur one’s trail before secret agents embark on their missions.
Therefore, that Wizard wouldn’t have his lifespan reduced by using Elental Power. That’s probably also the reason he was willing to take the job...
Even so, Annan didn’t know the man’s real na. He only knew that Eugene called him "Mr. Kai."
——It was just a single syllable.
If nothing went wrong, it should be the first syllable of Kai’s real na.
That was a true professional.
Mr. Kai used a spell that Annan didn’t even know the na of, first restoring the destroyed buildings to their original state, then absorbing a portion of the curse overflowing in the atmosphere, compressing the remaining curse into four spheres, and stuffing them into Denton’s body, sealing it completely.
Annan was dumbfounded by that operation.
But there was a silver lining.
It made Salvatore’s task of creating nightmares a lot less strenuous.
So, after being separated for a month.
Annan and Salvatore t again.
Although Annan was sowhat curious about the na of the boy called "Feng Hohenheim," he did not pry further.
Whether he would grow up to be a bean-sized alchemist or craft a prototypical Azoth sword had nothing to do with Annan.
Moreover, "Feng Hohenheim," like Michelangelo and Nicholas, were people who had truly existed on the Earth that Annan once lived on.
This "Feng Hohenheim" was born in Zurich, Switzerland, a famous alchemist and doctor during the Renaissance. He was the founder of "dical chemistry," proposing the important concept that "a surgeon should also be a physician, and vice versa," which spurred a revolutionary advancent in dical ideas at that ti.
He gave himself a na, "Paracelsus," implying greatness beyond the famous Roman doctor "Celsus." And his full na was so long, it would definitely be suspected of inflating the word count.
Following the precedent set by Nicholas and Michelangelo...
Such historical figures of renown, who had existed on the Earth that Annan once lived, generally had at least the potential to beco Gold-rank.
——But for now, the future "Mr. Paracelsus" was still rely an apprentice wizard, curious about transmutation spells.
"Who collected this curse?"
Salvatore was sowhat surprised, "The technique is quite professional."
"A big shot—Kai, have you heard of him? A Master Na Sculptor."
"...A Master Na Sculptor? That’s even rarer than an alchemist."
The young, gifted, and sleep-deprived alchemist couldn’t help but whisper in admiration, "I know of this profession. He can even forcefully change soone’s destiny by switching their true na. I didn’t expect there to be such a big shot in Noah..."
"Let’s not talk about that for now."
Annan patted Salvatore’s shoulder and whispered with a smirk, "You’ve advanced as an alchemist, so you should be more powerful than a regular Transmutation Wizard, right? How long will it take for you to create this nightmare?"
"I need to do so more research. I can’t give you a definite answer yet."
Salvatore pondered for a long ti and answered with a frown, "Give at least one day. After all, we can’t afford to fail."
This was a technique pioneered by his teacher.
As a result of hereditary skills, Salvatore had a pretty high compatibility with this technique. But he had never tested it... and now, failure was not an option.
"Alright, no problem."
After agreeing, Annan went out with Paper Princess and Eugene.
Waiting for him at the door was Kafney, who had returned to the Royal Capital not long before.
She had arrived two days before Salvatore got to the Royal Capital.
Learning that her mother, who wanted her dead, and the nightmare that had haunted her for years were both gone... Kafney’s expression at the ti was very complex.
If one had to describe it, it was like the expression Prince Hamlet might have had just after returning to Denmark if he suddenly heard that Claudius had ascended to heaven on the spot...
Kafney’s expression at that ti was really too complex.
Sadness, pain, resentnt, relief, regret, ecstasy, loss, emptiness... they varied constantly.
——Annan secretly took a screenshot of it at the ti.
It was even a GIF.
Although the two most direct perpetrators who had tornted Kafney for years were already dead before she could avenge herself... fortunately, her true enemy, Prince Philip, was still alive.
Yes, I haven’t used the wrong word.
It’s "fortunately."
If all of Kafney’s enemies had died of their own accord before she returned, then her resolute will for revenge, the preparations she’d made for it, and her prayers to Annan... would all have beco a joke.
Philip must be dealt with by her.
This was also the consensus between Annan and Kafney.
However, the big news stirred up by "The Pure dium" a few days ago had thrown the political situation in the Royal Capital into disarray.
In the original plan of the Silver Baron Church, the assassination of the fourth prince’s wife and the Dream Stealer was supposed to be carried out concurrently with a large-scale purge of the remaining corrupt faithful by the Hand of Silver Knights.
This was to prevent the ssage from the top from leaking to the bottom, causing the lower-level believers to scatter; or to prevent the bottom-level incidents from alerting the top level.
Now, with the death of two believers of high status, many corrupt believers have beco wary.
According to the complaints Captain Alexander shared with Annan, at least twenty or more corrupt believers had successfully evaded surveillance.
They are now reaching out to the secret intelligence organization "Cyclops Crow" for assistance to conduct another comprehensive search for corrupt believers.
For these elusive corrupt believers, and to keep Philip from causing trouble, Annan didn’t give them any chances. He kept Kafney close to himself, protected personally by Paper Princess.
——Lest Philip think it’s his turn again.
After all, Annan and Kafney still had things to do in the next few days...
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