Chapter 1861: Section 1862, Experint No. 117
“On the fifth day of the early spring festival month, year 6563 of the Southern New Calendar.”
“Hahaha! As expected, as expected! I succeeded! Experint No. 117 succeeded!”
A long string of words overflowing with self-emotion, coupled with the increasingly flamboyant script, outlined a sense of madness on the parchnt.
Angel looked at this line of words, speechless and silent. All his curiosity and urgency seed to have been doused with a bucket of cold water. The crazy script above seed to transform into mocking expressions.
What about the information on the hidden room? Weren’t you suspicious of a hidden room? Why suddenly not care anymore?
Also, wasn’t the previous entry still during the Resurrection Moon, how did it suddenly jump to the Spring Festival Month? Could it be that Tizarro was fully imrsed in Experint No. 117 during those two months?
Angel turned the handbook to the back cover, which was empty, without any words.
He read the handbook from start to finish again, wanting to see if he had overlooked so important clues by skipping too quickly… However, he still found nothing.
Tizarro only threw out a hypothesis on the second to last page, then completely ignored it.
Perhaps, it wasn’t ignorance, but rather there were so things Tizarro didn’t record in the handbook.
Angel sighed, tossed the handbook aside, and turned his gaze to the two parchnt scrolls beside him — Tizarro’s No. 117 Experintal Record, Upper and Lower Volus.
His eyes lit up slightly, perhaps Tizarro recorded the hidden room matter in these two scrolls?
With this purpose in mind, Angel decided to open the scrolls and take a look.
Half an hour later.
Angel rubbed his sowhat swollen temples and lifted his head from the desk. His expression carried disappointnt; these two scrolls contained no record of any hidden room, just a simple experintal record.
This experint was not within Angel’s current knowledge, so he read with great difficulty, and half an hour of reading drained his energy as much as reading for half a day in the past.
When he finished the last word, Angel could feel a wave of dizziness before him.
After resting for quite a while, this discomfort gradually eased.
Once he recovered, Angel’s gaze once again scanned the two scrolls on the table, his eyes carrying a trace of complexity.
Experint No. 117 was an experint on cultivating a Mycelium Bomb.
Tizarro was cultivating a type of mycelium that could parasitize living organisms, capable of mobilizing all the blood energy within the organism, ultimately producing a terrifying explosion. This was the so-called Mycelium Bomb.
When Angel saw the overview of this experint, he found it very familiar. Upon careful thought, wasn’t it quite similar to the Parachute Fungus Insect bloodline?
The Parachute Fungus Insect bloodline is the so-called “Disposable Bloodline,” ensuring death once activated. And those injected with this bloodline are called Substitute Puppets, naly Death Warriors, using self-destruction as the cost to harm the enemy.
Baruba was injected with this bloodline.
Angel was sowhat suspicious, could Tizarro’s Mycelium Bomb be related to the Parachute Fungus Insect bloodline?
Angel pondered for a mont, then shook his head, dismissing these complex thoughts. Whether the Mycelium Bomb and the Parachute Fungus Insect bloodline are related or not, it had nothing to do with him.
Compared to Tizarro’s experint, he was more concerned about his own accumulation and the hidden room ntioned.
After all, Angel was to temporarily stay in the relic, if there was indeed a hidden room, to prevent any danger, he hoped to find it.
Since Tizarro did not ntion the hidden room, Angel planned to search for it himself.
In the next hour or so, Angel began to explore the entire relic using Spirit Tentacles. Yet the result was still unsatisfactory.
In the lower three levels of the relic, there were no chanisms that could be activated. Under the Spirit Tentacles, everything was laid bare.
Then, could it be in the corridor on the first floor?
Angel pondered for a mont, then walked out of the study. He planned to check the first floor corridor. But to his disappointnt, after repeated inspections, there was nothing unusual in the first floor corridor.
On reconsideration, Angel felt it was reasonable.
When Tizarro moved in, he was a Second Level True Knowledge Wizard. If he couldn’t find a hidden room with his level, how could it be so easily found?
Moreover, there was another key issue, does the so-called hidden room even exist? This was also a problem.
Tizarro might have just casually ntioned it in the handbook. Judging by his complete indifference later, it might have been his paranoia at the ti.
As Angel thought about this, he had already walked to the entrance of the corridor, which was also the doorway of the relic.
Angel contemplated, then reached out and pushed the door open.
Outside was the night of the Pamiji Plateau.
The thin snowfield, under the starry night, reflected a faint glow. It seed less desolate than during the day, adding a touch of night’s unique gentleness.
Angel stepped out of the relic, his gaze falling on the withered stump at the entrance.
With a gentle flick of his sleeve, the Illusion Technique surrounding it vanished. The withered stump visibly transford into a lush tree standing five ters tall.
Since nothing was found in the relic, Angel decided to inquire about the Tree Spirit.
After all, the Tree Spirit had given him the Tizarro’s No. 117 Experintal Record (Upper Volu), so he surely knew of the lower volu, and must be familiar with Tizarro’s handbook.
Does the Tree Spirit know about the hidden room situation?
With this question, Angel reached out to touch the tree trunk. At the sa ti, a stream of spiritual power slowly infused into the trunk through his fingertips.
The tree initially showed no reaction. About a minute later, the leaves began to sway gently, with each one emitting a faint green glow.
These light spots slowly fused together, eventually forming a green silhouette.
In the silhouette, the image of the Tree Spirit appeared.
“Good evening, Lord Tree Spirit.” As the eyes of the Tree Spirit in the silhouette started to show signs of life, Angel slightly bowed his head in greeting.
After manifesting, the Tree Spirit stretched lazily, then leaned against the tree trunk, “There are three hours until the Morning Star rises, rather than saying good evening, it’s more like good morning.”
Angel seemingly did not catch the undertone of the Tree Spirit, readily responded, “Good morning.”
The Tree Spirit silently observed Angel. The latter wore a calm expression. After a mont of contemplation, the Tree Spirit still sighed and said, “…Good morning.”
Tree Spirit: “So, what brings you to ?”
“Indeed there is sothing, but it’s not very important.” Angel did not imdiately voice his underlying question, instead inquiring about sothing else: “Lord Tree Spirit seems to be in a good mood?”
Though the Tree Spirit appeared with an air of “I’m busy, you’ve disturbed so late,” Angel could tell from the subtle joy in his brow, which was entirely different from during the day.
The Tree Spirit nodded, “Indeed, it’s not bad.”
“Is it because… of the Tea Party affair?”
The Tree Spirit didn’t deny it, nodding, “Indeed, it is about the Tea Party.”
Angel: “Could it be that Lianna is not planning to open a dedicated Tea Party space?”
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