NOVPUBChapter 721: Chapter 107: Pathfinder Freya Chapter 721 -107: Pathfinder Freya In Freya’s eyes, shone an incredibly bright and dazzling golden brilliance.
That absolute self-confidence, which needed no explanation, was a lazy demeanor, a trust in oneself.
Aiwass was moved, “Could it be…
the Fifth Power Level?”
“—Naturally, I am a ‘Pioneer’ of the Fifth Power Level.”
Freya smiled gently, reaching out to tap Aiwass’s forehead lightly, her gaze of superiority weakening slightly, “Otherwise, how could I be called a genius?”
The higher profession of Alchemy, the Pioneer.
Among the advanced professions of the Path of Balance and all other paths, it is one of the most difficult.
Its numbers are overwhelmingly few; many alchemists have no choice but to advance to other professions.
Simply put, it’s a profession exclusively designed for NPCs; it’s impossible for players to transition into it.
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It requires a Transcendent to have at least one “inconceivable and world-changing great invention” before progressing to the Fourth Power Level.
Among all mainstream professions, it is also one of the few that lead directly to a Pillar God…
Just as the Torchbearer is connected to the Candle Master, the Pioneer has an inseparable link to the Hourglass.
Every Pioneer is a world-famous great inventor.
They take “pioneering the possibilities of the world” as their mission, acting as the tangible hands pushing the development of the era and controlling the orderly evolution of the world for the Hourglass—in a capacity that can even be considered the spokesperson and earthly Angel Envoy of the Hourglass.
“Not to hide from you all.
In terms of treating Amberficate, I’ve already made quite commendable progress,” Freya said with a smile.
Upon hearing this, Yanis’s face lit up, “Oh?
You haven’t mentioned this to me.”
“Because I was originally planning to announce it when I made an even greater breakthrough.”
Freya crossed her arms and nodded happily, “But since Aiwass is interested…
There’s no harm in showing it to you.
After all, this research is intrinsically linked to the Elixir of Immortality.”
After speaking, Freya donned that somewhat ugly iron helmet and walked towards a machine that was operating automatically.
Aiwass had a strange look on his face; he exchanged a glance with Sherlock and gave him a comforting look.
He understood very well—Freya’s remark meant, “If Aiwass weren’t here, I definitely wouldn’t have shown it to you.”
Although Freya didn’t make any overly intimate gestures towards Aiwass and tried her best to keep her distance,
even so, she continuously emphasized “Aiwass’s uniqueness” in her speech, crazily hinting that as a member of Freya’s family, he held some special significance to her.
Aiwass wasn’t blind to these somewhat clumsy overtures, but they made him feel somewhat alienated—
Do people from the Moriarty Family also have this kind of naïve personality?
There’s no need to mention the Professor or Aiwass.
Nowadays, Aiwass also gradually realized that Yulia seemed to only act soft in front of him; in reality, she was quite independent, competitive, and self-centered.
Big brother Edward seemed very silent, but he thought a lot.
He never voiced his thoughts, keeping them all hidden within himself—a loner inclined towards self-repression, but never a fool.
But Freya, who was already thirty-one years old, was clearly not good at interacting with others.
It wasn’t a lack of social skills, but an inability to hide her own thoughts.
Whether it was her coldness towards Sherlock or her overtures toward Aiwass, both were so obviously expressed…
she simply wanted to chat with Aiwass, which is why she could manage a bit of good temper when Sherlock first spoke up but glared back at him at his second sentence.
—There was a very clear meaning of “Was I talking to you?”
Although she didn’t say it out loud, her intentions were fully conveyed.
But she couldn’t find any topic to discuss, and so she started to introduce her research—even knowing that Aiwass might not understand, she was just trying to show off how impressive she was.
…Perhaps geniuses do have such personality issues.
Who would have thought that the Professor’s own daughter would be of this type?
So when Freya returned, Aiwass asked directly, “Sister Freya, what is this helmet for?”
“Oh, this, are you interested in it?”
Freya took off the helmet with one hand, letting her hair fall down, and casually said with a laugh, “This is a great thing…
It can hide the hair on your head.
It prevents hair and beards from being burned and also filters out some harmful gases that one might breathe in.
The Dwarves used to wear it when approaching all sorts of furnaces, and I got it in exchange for a dozen of Sacred Tree’s number three.
Do you like it?
If you like it, I’ll give it to you.”
“Ah, no need for that,” Aiwass quickly gestured, tactfully declining.
The helmet…
although it might have some use, it was just too ugly.
It looked like a dark green motorcycle helmet with a sort of iron underwear welded on top.
Aiwass was merely curious why Freya would wear such an ugly helmet.
Now that he heard its origins, all he could say was…
that’s indeed Dwarven aesthetics, which could even pass as a miner’s cap or a battle helmet.
If it’s ugly but works, that’s fine.
“Aiwass clearly finds this thing ugly.”
Yanis, standing nearby with her arms crossed, commented, “You don’t really think anyone would like this, do you?”
“If it works, it’s fine,”
Freya shrugged it off, “With hair this long, I would have cut it if it weren’t for this.
Once I put it on, my hair can be completely hidden instantly.
Such a good item can stay ugly…
oh, right, Aiwass!
Do you want some shampoo?”
Saying this, she casually placed the helmet on the table.
She stretched out her fingers to rake through her hair, letting Aiwass watch as they flowed through her fingers like water.
“Look at this softness, and it can also prevent static and frizz.
Even if you put on a hat or a helmet, when you take it off, your hair instantly springs back into shape.
This is the shampoo I invented; it’s not in production yet…
Do you like it?”
“… 𝓷ℴ𝓋𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝒸𝓸𝓶
This is quite good.”
Aiwass could only admit.
Although his hair had grown back to the same length as when he was interviewed at the Pelican Bar — which is to say, when he was known as the War God in a wheelchair.
But it seemed that Isabel had grown fond of his long hair, so he might have to grow it out again.
Long hair did look good, but it was difficult to manage.
Hearing this, Freya instantly beamed with joy: “I still have some samples here.
You guys can use them first.
I’ll contact some Star Antimony factories to start production afterward…”
Yanis coughed twice, interrupting: “Star Antimony is currently at war with Avalon, so it might not be possible to ship things over.”
“What?
How could this be?”
Freya furrowed her brows: “Don’t worry — I’ll immediately write to condemn Valentine VII and use the name of a pioneer to stop this war.”
“…
It was Avalon that instigated it.”
Yanis added.
Hearing this, Freya’s eyes widened in disbelief.
This was the first time Aiwass had seen such an incredulous expression on her face.
“…
Oh, my God.”
It took Freya a long time to finally cough and exclaim somewhat hoarsely.
In that moment, she didn’t know what to say.
“Should I…
contact Avalon?”
Freya tentatively asked: “But does Avalon have factories capable of this kind of manufacturing?
Or…
should the war be put on hold first?
War isn’t great…
Is Sofia still the queen?”
“Haven’t I told you Isabel ascended to the throne?”
Yanis couldn’t help but retort: “What have you remembered?
Why would I come here if Sofia were still alive?”
“…
Who is Isabel?
When did you tell me?”
After a moment of reflection, Freya decisively passed the blame: “I told you, don’t talk to me when I’m conducting experiments.
I didn’t hear anything.”
“You…”
“Enough, let’s not discuss this now.
We’ll talk later.”
Freya interrupted Yanis, cautiously taking out a liquid from a sealed container in her hand: “This is my major breakthrough regarding Amberficate.”
“…
How far have you gotten?”
Yanis was the first to lean in, asking in a lowered voice.
As an Elf born in the Holy Nation and having drifted abroad for two hundred years, she was very concerned about this issue.
“I can now forcibly induce the onset of Amberficate.”
Freya proudly said, activating the sealing mechanism before unscrewing the bottle: “I call it Tears of Time.
Just by coming into contact with this concentrated medication, even the Pope will Amberficate immediately.”
Upon hearing this, Yanis retreated several steps as if electrocuted.
For the first time, Aiwass saw a clear look of fear on Yanis’s face.
The fear of Amberficate indeed ran deep in the hearts of all Elves, an indelible dread.
Yanis’s pupils trembled, and even her voice seemed to shake along: “Then don’t bring it near me — do you call this a major breakthrough?”
“What do you know.
You, an artist, simply can’t understand my great talent.”
Freya disdainfully retorted: “Being able to induce it 100% means I’m one step away from the cure —”
“What about the last step?”
“So I’m researching it!”
Freya snapped in annoyance: “I’ve already said I’m preparing…
Huh?”
She paused, taking a closer look at the bottle and fell into thought.
“What’s wrong?”
Aiwass asked.
“…
A third is missing.”
Freya’s expression grew grave: “This is bad.”
