Phantom Island. Outside the locked-up area of Sorcerer's Garden.
A silver-haired old man wielded an alchemy cane and placed various prepared materials inside the alchemy array drawn underground. His mana flowed in the alchemy attempt, causing changes in every element around the place. Under the old man's work, the Sorcerer's Garden slowly materialized and began to release an ancient aura.
Sunders stood behind the old man in a polite manner. As far as strength was considered, the old man was weaker than him. However, as a master alchemist from Floating Mech City, 'Moon Silver' Kusino fully deserved respect.
There were very few master alchemists in the south. Kusino had existed longer than Jellal. His title "Moon Silver" did not sound so powerful compared to Jellal "The Mythril Innovator". However, in actual fact, Kusino was previously called the "Moon Silver Dominator" for his absolute mastery at manipulating an alchemy material called the moon silver. Later, the old man thought this title was a mouthful, so he changed it to "Moon Silver" instead.
Kusino, a master alchemist, who came to help Sunders built his Sorcerer's Garden at the cost of a great fortune.
The garden already began to take shape after two months of effort. Something vague could now be seen in there across the occasional openings on the misty barrier.
Sunders had really high hopes toward his Sorcerer's Garden. He wondered what kind of law would come into being. To prevent random stragglers from peeking into his secret, he had been guarding the construction point day and night.
As Sunders watched Kusino doing his job carefully, Butler Goode approached him on hurried steps and whispered something.
"Master Kusino, I need to leave for a moment to deal with something," said Sunders. He frowned upon hearing Goode's report.
Without lifting his concentration from the Sorcerer's Garden, Kusino waved a hand in acknowledgment.
When they were at somewhere quiet, Sunders asked Goode in a low voice, "Someone tried to assassinate Angor?"
Goode nodded. "Yes, sir. But everything is fine for now. Someone has been protecting him. I already sent my Phantom Servants to look into the matter. It seems the culprit is Mister Ness' apprentice."
"Ness' student…" Sunders remembered someone. Back on The Savage, that man did provoke Angor multiple times.
"Sir, should I tell Mister Ness about it?" Goode asked.
Sunders waved a hand and said, "No. Nothing serious. As my student, Angor should be able to deal with such things himself."
Goode bowed and prepared to leave.
"One moment. How is Angor's training?" Sunders called Goode back.
Goode recalled reading the report he received from his men. "It appears he has not constructed a spirit model yet."
Sunders chuckled, "Looks like the kid is still fumbling over the thirty-six-dimensional for visiting.
Twenty-one days…
Even with the hologram tablet's superior computing, he still needed 21 days. A human brain would probably need forever. No wonder the locator method was lost in history. No apprentices had so much time in their lives to waste on.
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