Inside the container roiled the silvery hue with which Bologue was intimately familiar. Apart from Palmer and Aimou, for a long time, it had been Bologue's closest comrade in battle. But under the devouring of the Immortal Heart, it, along with the armor of the Silver Knight, was destroyed.

"Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid."

Bologue softly called out, reaching out to touch the container. Cyan flames engulfed and covered it, and then a copious amount of Ether infused into the silvery liquid.

Driven by the Flame of the Cauldron, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid bubbled as if boiling, agitated in the cyan firelight.

The liquid inside the container was constantly changing form, between solid and liquid, eventually transforming into the Silver Snake that Bologue was most familiar with and adept at controlling, coiling its body inside the container.

As Bologue advanced to become a Prayer Believer, his precise control over Ether took a further step. Previously, the Silver Snake only had a rough snake form, but this time, its dense scales were distinctly visible. The scales rubbed and opened as the Silver Snake moved forward, resembling a real Silver Snake.

To this day, Bologue still highly treasures the solid-liquid transformation nature of the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid. After advancing to a Prayer Believer, Bologue had broken the limitation of touching with his hands, but his command was still confined to solid state entities.

The nature of the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid would help Bologue "cheat," thereby circumventing the constraints of Narrow and Sharp.

"Thank you so much, Aimou!"

Bologue's tone was somewhat excited, now realizing what Aimou had been busy with recently.

Everyone is attracted to something. Serey enjoys entertainment, Lebius is engrossed in work, Palmer... Palmer likes many things.

Weapons undoubtedly have a strong allure for Bologue. As an expert, Bologue finds it hard to resist anything that can improve his work efficiency.

Just like Aimou.

The Silver Snake began to self-transform and expand, the narrow container could no longer confine it, and then it broke open the container, coiling around Bologue's arm.

The smile on Bologue's face gradually faded as he noticed the anomaly in the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid... this was not the familiar Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid.

Amidst the flickering silver-white, faint crimson could be seen, these patches intermixed if not observed carefully, hard to detect.

"Initially, the birth of the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid was entirely an accident. From a work perspective, it's full of flaws, and only due to its peculiar properties was it classified as Corruption Black Level Alchemy Armament."

Aimou thus explained, gently stroking the crawling snake.

Under Bologue's command, the Silver Snake was vivid, flicking its tongue, and the red patches on it gathered in its eyes. Facing those scarlet eyes, this dead object seemed to be endowed with consciousness.

Aimou said, "As a product of the transformation of mercury, I've integrated another transformative substance into it. There were many issues in between, but fortunately, I still managed to forge it."

Bologue roughly sensed the kind of modifications Aimou made to the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid. The Ether gradually intensified, the Silver Snake disintegrated, transformed into sturdier scale armor covering Bologue's arm.

The Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid's extensibility in liquid form was greatly reduced, but this could be compensated by the Prayer Believer's more precise control. As the price, the hardness in solid form saw a significant increase, although its strength temporarily could not compare to protective Iron-Repelling Paint, it was still a very noticeable improvement.

Now it resembled iron-forged scale armor more than a multitude of serpentine mercury.

Flames arose from the scale armor, judging from the flame color, this was not Bologue's Cyan Ether Flames, but a pure, bright red flame. With the infusion of Ether, the flames grew more intense, high temperature scorching, disturbing the airflow.

"Is that so?"

Only then did Bologue realize the true enhancement of the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid. He looked at Aimou in disbelief, this gift truly surprised him.

"I attempted to integrate Red Mercury into it and make it possess the same properties as the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid. Well... let's say it was half successful. Red Mercury can perform some self-transformation, but its efficiency is much lower than the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid. Moreover, it cannot switch between solid and liquid. Most of the time, when you're controlling the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, you're conveniently controlling the Red Mercury attached to it."

Aimou's hand transformed into a cold Steel Body, touching the burning scale armor through the flames.

"I dubbed this property 'Scorching Scale.' When necessary, you can completely view it as a Red Mercury bomb detonation. The enemy will certainly be caught off guard."

The flames extinguished, the metal glowing with residual heat. Once it completely cooled down, Bologue dispersed the scale armor, allowing them to return to a multitude of snakes slithering under his sleeves.

Feeling the metallic pressure on his body, Bologue surprisingly regained a sense of security.

Indeed, Bologue always carries a few self-defense weapons, whether it's a folding knife or an iron hammer. Even with Bologue's Flame of the Cauldron, he would never lack weapons for combat, yet he is unable to give up the feeling of having physical objects accompanying him.

Completely armed.

Bologue likes this feeling, a sense of rigorous and professional perfect stance.

"Now, the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid can be considered a genuine Corruption Black Level Alchemy Armament," Aimou said hesitantly, continuing, "In the future, if I have the capability to transform higher-tier Alchemy Armaments, I'll find a way to continue its transformation."

Bologue used terms from novels to describe their relationship, "You are my Weapon Forger."

Aimou was stunned for a second or two before reacting to what Bologue was saying.

This is the setting in Night Hunter, where the armed train that roared by not only carries fully armed hunters, but also serves as their base. They live on the train, hone their skills, and conduct logistical work between the carriages.

The Weapon Forger is a part of the logistics team, specialized in forging weapons for hunters to hunt demons, and they are not traditional blacksmiths. Most of them are also skilled in concocting peculiar magic potions, similar to the Alchemy Potion in the Extraordinary World.

Seeing Aimou's lukewarm reaction, Bologue asked skeptically, "Was my joke really that cold?"

"No... It's just that you rarely joke. Every time you do, I need some time to think whether you're joking or seriously saying something odd, although there's not much difference between the two."

Aimou said this, but couldn't hide the smile on her face, then she corrected, "It should be Guardian Angel!"

"Guardian Angel? Hmm, that's reasonable."

Bologue remained calm, seemingly unaffected by Aimou's words. Not only that, he began to ponder seriously.

During the elevation ceremony, Aimou conducted Shared Chord Body with Bologue, awakening him from Between Nothingness...

Bologue had never understood whether he was awakened by Aimou or banished by an astronaut, but there's no need to think about these things right now, as they only add to his worries.

But looking at it from this perspective, using Guardian Angel to describe it seems reasonable.

"What... what are you doing?"

After handing over the Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, Bologue remained silent, watching Aimou. Aimou could clearly sense that Bologue's cyan eyes gradually solidified, as if his gaze had previously been in a diffused state.

The prolonged eye contact was unnerving, and not being able to control her expression was also difficult. Aimou once thought she was a person who showed no emotion, but after transforming into flesh and blood, she realized her Steel Body was simply unable to make expressions.

She tried hard to control her facial muscles, and suddenly turning back into Steel Body would feel like admitting defeat, but what Aimou didn't notice was that the halo in her eyes had already started an uneasy change, completely exposed to Bologue.

Bologue suddenly said, "Even if the Sublimation Furnace Core contains samples of Deceitful Snake Scale Liquid, it must have taken considerable effort to recast and optimize it."

"It's alright, in the Steel Body state, I can work continuously for several days and nights."

Aimou exhaled deeply, realizing Bologue was just curious about her work.

Bologue nodded lightly, surprised that Aimou valued her work so much. Truly an excellent recruit he brought in, given time, Aimou would surely become a capable Field Staff.

"You value this greatly, thank you very much," Bologue said, "But I currently have nothing to offer as thanks."

"Ah? No, no, it's nothing."

Aimou waved her hands repeatedly, feeling that Bologue was too strange. Sometimes he's like a stagnant water, with no reaction regardless of what she does, and other times he's as swift as thunder, catching her off guard.

Silver Snake emerged from Bologue's sleeve, molded under the Flame of the Cauldron, the soft liquid metal solidified one by one, intertwining and twisting into a metal rose in Bologue's hand.

Under Bologue's command, it resembled a real rose, each petal distinct and clear, faintly tinged with red. That was the dispersed Red Mercury.

Bologue infused it with as much ether as possible to prolong the lifespan of the Illusory Creation and fully solidify it into a tangible entity.

"Sorry, I'm not a condenser of the illusion school, so I can't make it Fantasy Becoming Reality," Bologue said, handing the metal rose to Aimou, "Try injecting ether, but don't inject too much."

Aimou hazily received the metal rose, following Bologue's instructions and injected ether into it.

A few sparks ignited between the petals, the Red Mercury was ignited, and thereafter the flame fully bloomed within the floral heart, transforming into a rose ablaze with flames, scattering bits of stardust between its seams.

Fire Rose bloomed and withered in flames, destruction and beauty coexisting, bringing an unusual aesthetic.

The pure flame burned quietly and flickered, its light reflected in Aimou's eyes.

She looked at the Fire Rose in her hand, then at the expressionless Bologue, Aimou's face was filled with confusion and incredulity, as if the scene before her couldn't possibly happen in reality, yet it had appeared so concretely.

"I'm so foolish," Aimou said to herself, "for trying to guess your thoughts."

You simply can't guess.

"Thank you."

Aimou put away the Fire Rose and whispered.

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