The Shepherd Alone on the Hill is a Genius Wizard

Chapter 72 The Soul of Fire Reborn (2)

Not something encountered often, but a feeling of having seen it a few times...

Turan fell deep in thought.

A name read in Orem's library? One of Arabion's vassal houses encountered while staying with House Berk? Or—

"Ah."

Turan carefully took out a notebook from his large capacity pouch to avoid others' notice.

Obil, the burner encountered far north who had rampaged trying to obtain the pyromaniac bloodline...

His full name had definitely been Obil Kraft.

'He was from here?'

Come to think of it, he seemed to have mentioned being from a southern house.

Though why he went all the way north to massacre ordinary people was completely incomprehensible.

'God...'

The unusually clear eyes and devotion to strange superstitions someone had taught them.

Whereas before he had only considered there was something suspicious, now Turan was half-convinced that the being who had instilled such methods in Obil and Midan was truly one of the Prea god-folk.

Now that he knew some of them might exist in this land inhabiting others' bodies.

Of course, he still couldn't understand why they did this.

Perhaps the head here had some connection to those unidentified Prea god-folk?

At this thought that suddenly occurred to him, Turan looked toward the direction of the city's central mansion far away before turning his gaze away again.

Even if he was quite powerful among humans, he wasn't at the level to carelessly interfere with divine beings' affairs.

Someday when he became far more powerful than now, matching the heads of major houses, he might investigate this.

Shortly after clicking his tongue at this newly learned fact, Turan looked around at a sudden thought.

Sulfur—one of the ingredients for the Soul of Fire written in Obil's notebook.

He thought it might be found nearby.

'Wouldn't they choose someone in a place where materials are easy to gather for any experiments?'

As expected, after asking around the market for a while, an answer soon came.

"You're looking for sulfur?"

The key to making charcoal was burning wood without air.

This condition could be met by creating an appropriate pit with earth manipulation and using ignition magic after putting wood inside.

Being his first attempt, there were several trials and errors, but after properly controlling the heat, Turan succeeded in obtaining several pieces of charcoal.

Then he took out a piece of saltpeter bought from Banipel City in the Enril Desert from his large capacity pouch.

'The ratio was 75, 15, and 10 respectively.'

After checking the notebook again to confirm exactly, Turan crushed about half of the sulfur lump by hand and placed it on the scale.

Then he applied psychokinetic magic to the other side to balance it.

"Good, this is 10..."

After confirming how much force was needed to match the weight of the sulfur, Turan took out a dining bowl and poured in the sulfur powder.

Next, he applied about one and a half times the force of 10 to one side of the scale and poured crushed charcoal powder until the other side balanced, then added this to the bowl.

Finally, he completed it by applying seven and a half times the force used for sulfur and measuring in saltpeter powder.

He had concentrated so much during this process that cold sweat dripped from his forehead.

"Whew..."

In the bowl containing the three types of powder, white, black, and yellow powders were tangled together without properly mixing.

Even after repeatedly pressing and mixing the powder with his finger multiple times, no change occurred.

Even when he tried taking a bit and lighting it, it just burned up.

'As expected, this has no effect as is.'

Turan was convinced that the tremendous explosion Obil had caused back then was due to this 'Soul of Fire.'

Certainly the explosion had started from black powder placed on both sides of the cave, and among other formulas there was nothing with a name that could produce such an effect.

It seemed the 'magical fusion' written at the end was needed to make it.

'Well then.'

Turan placed his hand over the powder and imagined.

These unmixing substances entangling from the smallest units he had learned from the Librarian, smaller than what was visible to the eye.

At that moment, light burst forth from within the bowl with a flash.

When he removed his hand again, the powder had changed to the same pitch black color he had seen in that cave.