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Chapter 120 The Prophesied End

Chapter 120 The Prophesied End

Maya took the blueprint, her bright green eyes widening. She studied it carefully for a while, tracing the needle-tip diagram with her finger, and finally nodded, her tone filled with pride for being a dwarf:

"Although it's difficult, our royal family's official craftsmen should be able to do it."

Li Ang was secretly delighted, but before he could speak, Maya's face fell, and she shook her head in disappointment:

"But Ironforge is too far from here, and we can't get back in a short time. Besides, I'm not allowed to go back right now."

Li Ang immediately noticed the unusual nature of her words:

"Not allowed to go back? What does that mean? Didn't you come here to study—or rather, to travel?"

Maya was silent for a moment, then, as if she had made up her mind, she raised her head, her eyes filled with a complex and stubborn look.

"Actually—I was banished from Ironforge."

"Why?" Li Ang was genuinely surprised and subconsciously asked.

Maya lowered her head, her tone carrying a sense of dejection that was inconsistent with her usual lively image:

"Li Angqing, I am not actually a pure-blooded dwarf. My mother is human, and my uncle, along with some ministers, used bloodline as a pretext to force my father to exile me."

"My father did his best to mediate, but ultimately he couldn't withstand the pressure. He could only secretly give me a large sum of money and beg Lelita to take me in and provide me with shelter."

Li Ang suddenly realized, and asked softly:

"So, your obsession with becoming the Dwarf King is to gain the right to return in glory?"

"Yes!" Maya nodded vigorously, her dejection gone, replaced by a determined flame in her eyes.

"According to dwarven tradition, any dwarf is entitled to challenge the current king. If I become king, the orders that banished me will naturally become invalid; they have no right to banish the dwarven king."

Li Ang nodded, gaining a deeper understanding of this seemingly carefree dwarf princess. Then, another question came to mind, and he asked:

"Then what are the Ten Knights you mentioned before, Your Highness?" Li Ang had always thought that this was just Maya's own imagination, but now it seems that it might not be that simple.

"That was a prophecy made by the astrologer appointed by our dwarven royal family," Maya explained, a hint of confusion in her eyes.

"The prophecy says that I will eventually gather ten loyal and powerful companions, and with their assistance, I will be crowned as the new king and lead the dwarves against the 'End of Days'."

"The end?" Li Ang repeated the ominous word, his brows furrowing slightly.

Maya shook her head, a look of confusion on her face:

"The astrologer was vague about the specifics, the prophecy was very ambiguous, only knowing that it was some kind of—great disaster or end. Perhaps, I will only truly understand when I become king."

Leon fell into deep thought. There seemed to be some connection between the fragments: the prophecy brought by Maya, Celia's death declaration, the scene of destruction he saw when binding the ring, and the aura of the evil god in the Storm Mountains.

He felt an invisible net slowly tightening, and he and his companions seemed to be caught in it.

After bidding farewell to Maya, Li Ang still felt uneasy about the word "end," but he forced himself to suppress it and continued doing what he had to do. After all, he couldn't just do nothing and wait to die because the future was yet to come.

He held the blueprint depicting the structure of a syringe, not entirely giving up. There might be other craftsmen in Riley, but he had limited contact with them.

"It seems—I'll have to bother my mentor again," Li Ang muttered to himself.

After all, even if Instructor Eve doesn't like going out much, her network is still much wider than that of a newcomer like him, and she might know some skilled craftsmen.

When Ginny saw him again outside his mentor Eve's residence, she was slightly surprised, but she immediately went in to inform him. Soon, Li Ang was called in.

Eve leaned back on the sofa, holding a thick ancient book in her hands, engrossed in reading it. When she saw Li Ang return, a faint hint of surprise flashed in her light blue eyes.

"Li Ang? What's wrong?" She put down her book and asked softly.

"Mentor, I apologize for disturbing you." Li Ang bowed and then took out the blueprint, clearly explaining his thoughts.

"—Therefore, I propose to use this physical method to precisely inject a high concentration of medicine into the remaining nerves and blood vessels in the eye. In this way, even if the medicine itself does not have a strong restorative effect, it can still precisely repair the damage to the eye."

After explaining the advantages of the plan, Li Ang began to discuss its problems.

"But creating this instrument was also extremely difficult, requiring very high precision, especially the needle tip..."

Eve listened quietly, her expression initially calm, but as Li Ang explained, the calm in her eyes gradually turned into undisguised astonishment.

She was once again amazed by her disciple's wildly imaginative ideas.

It's only been half a day, and he's already found a new way to bypass the problem of God's Blood that has plagued the world of potions for decades.

As Eve suppressed her initial surprise and doubt and carefully followed Leon's line of reasoning, she became increasingly convinced, thanks to her profound knowledge of potions, that this seemingly far-fetched method might actually be promising.

Meanwhile, Leon, unaware of Eve's surprise and concerns, continued to explain:

"The key is that the needle tip must be thin, tough and hollow, and the inner wall must be smooth to ensure that the liquid can flow out steadily, rather than blocking or damaging the tissue."

Finally, Li Ang explained his purpose, his tone carrying a hint of expectation.

"But I asked all the blacksmiths in the city, and they all said they couldn't forge such a fine needle. So I thought I'd come to you, Master, to see if you know any craftsmen who can make this needle?"

Eve, upon hearing Leon's request, snapped out of her reverie and looked at the meticulous, almost obsessive, markings on the blueprints. She slowly nodded.

"Your approach is indeed unique, and it might actually work."

She paused, tapping her fingertips lightly on the sofa armrest, and pondered.

"But the set of tools you requested does indeed require an extremely high level of craftsmanship."

She paused for a moment and continued:

"Its level of refinement is beyond the reach of ordinary forging techniques. I'm afraid those blacksmiths are right. It probably really would take the top craftsmen among the dwarves to create it."

She looked at Li Ang and continued:

"I'll try my best to ask around for you, but hopefully not. You'd better be prepared."