Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 269 - 269: 117. Five-Week Plan 6

Noland Lee doesn’t care about the principles; he just wants practical results.

He came to the “One-to-One Exchange” Alchemy Club, staying inside the Alchemy Room, making Bell Beetles and drawing a half-length portrait of Hickman Arlington.

Two hours later, Noland Lee left with the Bell Beetles that remembered

Hickman Arlington’s appearance, changed his face, and entered Sector 19.

He placed one at the entrance of the most luxurious entertainment venue in the sector, another near the Alchemist Faction’s stronghold, one at each exit of the Alchemy Market, and another on the must-pass route returning from Cat Society Manor to Sector 19 …

Wherever Hickman Arlington might appear, Noland Lee had arranged Bell Child Bugs.

Are there ways to avoid the gaze of Bell Child Bugs?

Yes.

Hickman Arlington can avoid surveillance by disguising himself or altering his appearance.

Secondly, applying alchemy potions that emit specific scents can drive away the Bell Child Bugs.

Noland Lee believed that Hickman Arlington wouldn’t change his appearance in the short term, as he had already entered a collaboration with Elemental Judgment, and frequent changes would affect the collaboration.

As for using the scent of alchemy potions to repel the Bell Child Bugs.

Heh-heh.

Noland Lee wished for it.

As long as there’s a scent, it can be tracked.

Noland couldn’t be more pleased if Hickman Arlington always had a traceable scent on him, which would save him the trouble of locating the target.

He had once heard a saying:

What’s most important in today’s society?

Talent.

And what about after talent is obtained?

Of course, it’s information, intelligence, databases, and the like, which can help talents grasp the overall situation and predict trends.

Noland Lee now had the entire map of Union City Undercity in his head, all publicly disclosed Sage Particle coordinates and introductions, and most of the layout diagrams for the Fissure Corridors from the underground level 1 to 20.

Just give him a point.

A single coordinate point representing Hickman Arlington’s current location.

He could then use alchemy and magic to build a full-fledged reconnaissance network to track Hickman Arlington’s movements continuously.

As a traveler who once lived in a city full of CCTV cameras, Noland Lee knew very well how to set up his “cameras” to ensure that he could track the target with as few blind snots as possible-

Now he just needed to get the exact coordinates of Hickman Arlington.

Once would be enough.

To detect Hickman Arlington’s whereabouts as soon as possible, Noland Lee also planned some backup moves before leaving Sector 19.

At 11 0’clock on the late night of the same day. A faint bell sound rang in Noland Lee’s alchemy room.

“Ding- Ding- Ding-”

The Bell Mother Bug lay on the tabletop, flapping its wings and tapping its pomegranate-seed-sized abdomen, emitting crisp noises.

Noland Lee was studying alchemical constructs by the alchemy platform at this moment.

He detached from his work and rubbed his tired eyes before pulling the desk chair open and sitting down.

Sketching spell blueprints in his mind, Noland Lee activated the “Enslavement of Deceased” technique with the “Soul Link” feature, awakening the bird Lost Souls sleeping on the street corners in Sector 19.

On a cloudy night, the moonlight was hazy.

As the night deepened, the entertainment district of Sector 19 was still noisy.

On the open-air fighting arena, competitors sweat profusely, fists hitting flesh, sprinkling blood and sweat on the surface.

The surrounding spectator stands were packed with alchemists and ordinary people who had nowhere to let off steam. They ate barbecue, drank iced malt beer, and cheered loudly for the intense fighting on the arena.

This noisy racket floated upward along the outer walls of the buildings, turning into piercing, irregular, and annoying notes echoing above the entertainment area.

The buildings that had already turned off their lights stared solemnly like silent giants at the entertainment area beneath them, silently enduring the clamor of mankind.

On the roofs of these buildings lay birds that had died from penetrating wounds to the back of their heads.

They lay on their sides, their eyes pitch black and lifeless.

Convulsions and movements like electric shocks spread from the back of their heads to their beaks, wings, and zygodactyl feet.

They propped themselves up on the ground with stiff wings, got up crookedly and staggered towards the edge of the building in a hesitant posture.

They swayed with each step, like mindless puppets, quietly executing their master’s orders.

The people watching the fight didn’t know that above their heads, there were a dozen more pairs of dark eyes gazing down at them from a high place.

The eerie flock of birds slowly turned their heads, their eyes following the movement of a shadow below.

They observed every move of that person.

They saw him get off the steam locomotive, sit at a table next to the fighting arena, getting drunk and feasting.

A moment later, the man, smelling of alcohol and grease, entered the tavern next to the Fight Club, slept with a hot woman in the third room on the south side of the third floor.

The eerie flock of birds on the roof turned into sculptures in the shadows, making no more movements.

Noland Lee opened his eyes, a smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

“Hickman Arlington, you sure know how to enjoy yourself for a skeleton.

Tomorrow is spray Powder Day and you still want to eat abalone tonight.” Noland Lee stood up, pushed open the window of the alchemy room, gazed into the distance, taking in the overlapping rooftops and streets illuminated by streetlights.

Desire drives this city, but the controllers neglect to monitor the dark side of desire, leaving many gaps.

What Noland Lee saw was not a highly developed alchemy society..