Advent of the Archmage
chapter-511

Chapter 511: Link’s Enduring Wisdom（2/3） Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The inspiration in Link’s mind was fleeting like a swimming fish. He wanted to catch it, but it just kept swimming around, wriggling out of his hands.

Gretel was doubtful, but Link couldn’t explain it. He chased the shred of light in his mind while instinctively mumbling, “Wait, wait, let me think.”

Gretel didn’t really believe him, but she didn’t interrupt his thoughts either. She started gathering the shards on the ground with her Magician’s Hand.

Link looked at the liquid and shards all over the ground. The inspiration ran back. It was much clearer now, but when Link tried to say it out loud, he couldn’t figure out how to explain it.

After thinking a bit, he decided to take out his magic notes. He strode over to a window and went to work.

At first, Link just wanted to calculate the specific alchemy Mana. As he wrote, his thoughts followed the guidance of that shred of inspiration and floated to a very strange territory.

The process started off very difficult. Link pushed forward bit by bit, feeling like he was walking in mud. Each step was agonizing as if something was dragging him down. It was practically impossible to move, but he still forged on.

Slowly, the obstructing mud disappeared. The road became smoother and broader. Naturally, Link started walking faster too.

Beside the “road,” Link also saw many tools. This was all the knowledge that he already possessed, including enchantment methods, spatial spells, dragon spells, and even the power of time.

Since they were tools, Link started using them to open up the path ahead. Thus, Link began walking faster and faster on this road that he forced open. He ignored everything that happened around him.

He’d instantly forgotten about the outside world.

Gretel finished cleaning up the alchemy room. Seeing Link like this, she waited for a bit. But after he sank deeper into his thoughts, she realized that she couldn’t keep waiting.

At that time, she heard some noise outside the castle. Walking to the window, she saw people coming from the town again.

She went out and looked down from the city walls to see the demon elder with around 30 other mixed demons.

The residents of the small town were all mixed-horned demons. But amongst the dozens, there were mixed succubae, demon-elves, mixed-oxen beasts, mixed Beastmen, demon-dragons and all sorts of strange “mutts.”

When the elder saw Gretel, he immediately knelt down and exclaimed, “Mighty messenger, they are all pilgrims. When they heard that you came to the mortal world, they wanted to see a bit of your glory.”

Thud, thud. The others fell to their knees when they saw Gretel and started praising her with reverant words.

Gretel wasn’t surprised by this. She and Link had been here for almost half a month, and the news must have spread. Though the true messenger had appeared, he was forced to fight Link quickly and probably didn’t have time to spread his influence. Since news of the god’s messenger had spread and the real one was kicked out, she and Link became the true messengers.

Oh, if that Thoreau knew about this, he’d probably get a heart attack. Gretel wanted to laugh. All these people on the island saw them as God’s messenger. If they could take advantage of this, it would be a giant force.

But they’re all mixed. They’re far from demons, but they’re too ugly. It’ll be hard for mainlanders to accept them. I wonder how Link will take care of this.

Gretel’s thoughts were definitely more open than those dragon elders. She knew the situation of the mainland. Even without the crack in the realm, the God of Destruction was spying from the darkness. A small mishap could cause a catastrophe. At that time, any possible ally would be valuable.

Thinking of this, Gretel decided to comfort them first.

The pilgrims were all dressed in rags. Many were injured as well. Clearly, the long journey had been hard, but their faces were still full of devout worship. They must be fervent believers.

Gretel waved her hand and cast a dragon healing spell on all of them.

These people were all under Level-5. The dragon healing spell was highly effective, curing all ailments almost instantly. They were all dazed. Then, feeling their bodies, they became ecstatic. They prostrated themselves on the ground and started praising her again.

Finally, Gretel said, “From now on, you are all God’s messengers. Go back and spread God’s glory. Tell everyone that God’s light will soon descend.”

“Mighty messenger, praise thee.”

“I will not disappoint you.”

“May light remain for eternity!”

To show their reverence, they retreated on their knees and kowtowed towards the castle after each step. When they couldn’t see the castle anymore, they rose and ran away excitedly to spread the glory.

Seeing that, Gretel just sighed. Thoreau, you really scared them too much. Now, they’re willing to give up everything just for the bit of hope.

It was all thanks to Thoreau. Gretel didn’t know what secret spell that guy used to live thousands of years. He’d been terrorizing these mortals all this time and ended up creating such a cult-like religion. If this force was unleashed, it would be terrifying. If used correctly, they could even rewrite Firuman’s history. Gretel felt that she couldn’t ignore this force. She had to use them but had to discuss with Link about how to do it.

Thinking of this, she returned to the alchemy room. Link was still scribbling in his notes though. He didn’t even change his posture.

How long will it take this time?

This type of thought process was very valuable. Gretel obviously wouldn’t disturb Link; she could only wait.

For the next few days, Link didn’t eat, drink, sleep, or even talk. He just fought with his notes. Gretel didn’t rest either. She thought about how to upgrade the materials. The demon elder would bring pilgrims over every day. Gretel would meet them and cast a low-level dragon healing spell to everyone, telling them to spread the glory.

Half a month passed like this. Finally, Link walked out of the room holding his magic notes.

Gretel had been waiting. “How is it?” she asked impatiently.

Link was still energetic. He opened his notes and flipped to the conclusion. “There’s some good news and some bad news.”

“Tell me the good news first.”

“With my idea, we can indeed raise a material to Level-19. More accurately, it’s Level-19.9, the limit of this realm.”

“What’s the bad news?”

“I’m now sure that there’s no way to raise a material to Level-20 with Legendary power. The Origin is the limit of Legendary power…Perhaps it can reach Level-20 temporarily, but it won’t be stable. The material would be destroyed instantly.”

“Oh. And the rest of the good news?” Gretel asked.

“The second thing is that even though we can’t get Level-20 buffer material, we can use a special magic seal, and Level-19 material would be enough. The cost though is that the magic seal would be reduced to Level-23, not the Level-26 that we predicted.”

Gretel wasn’t disappointed. “Level-23 is enough.”

In the Legendary levels, trying to increase one’s level was practically impossible. The Origin was even more so. Level-20 was already like a dream. If Link could create a Level-23 attack, it would be incredible.

Gretel was instantly interested by the idea of the piece of Level-19.9 material that Link mentioned. Disregarding manners, she grabbed Link’s notes and started reading.

The notes were messy, dense, and obscure. It was difficult for Gretel to understand at the beginning. Furrowing her brows, she forced herself through.

A painful half an hour later, she suddenly understood Link’s thoughts. The reading process became smoother after that. It was like an open road after that. The exquisite wisdom rushed down like a waterfall. The conclusion after the road gave her a hearty feeling.

After reading, Gretel looked up sadly. “Link, how do I repay you for such enduring wisdom?”

This type of material production method was the limit of this realm. It was invaluable; it could become the foundation for any race and be passed down for generations.