"Black Arts..." Angel lowered his head and muttered in a deep voice, seemingly pondering something.
Laplace glanced at Angel without disturbing him.
About two minutes later, Angel raised his head and looked at Laplace. "Does the invitation record which alchemy school Black Arts is associated with?"
Laplace shook his head. "No."
"No?" A trace of disappointment flickered in Angel's eyes.
Laplace asked curiously, "Are you interested in Black Arts?"
Angel did not deny it. He nodded. "After all, it's a book related to alchemy, and it is connected to an ancient alchemy school. As an alchemist, it's only natural that I'd be interested."
Laplace thought for a moment. "If you're interested in Black Arts, we can temporarily give up Starry Sky Book..."
Before Laplace could finish, Angel hurriedly waved his hand. "No need."
"The reason I'm interested in Black Arts is that it records matters concerning an ancient alchemy school. I'm not interested in the techniques recorded within it."
"Alchemy has never been a discipline where older is necessarily better. Or rather, for wizards, every discipline and category continually progresses with the passage of time."
"Ancient techniques may have stood like a crane among chickens in their own era, but they most likely could not reign supreme in the modern age. Techniques are constantly iterated upon, stripping away the dross and preserving the essence as they develop step by step."
Take mechanical alchemy, for example.
It was an alchemical field that had risen only in this era.
The moment it revealed its edge, it immediately became the darling of alchemists. The scope it covered and the effects it might achieve were all-encompassing.
Angel had once seen a travelogue in the Research Institute. It recorded that, in a distant world, there was already a miraculous mechanical kingdom that had risen to