Card Apprentice Daily Log

Date- 18 April 2321

Time- 22:14

Location- Card World, Southern Region, Blossom District, Sky Blossom City, Orphanage

Listening to Wyatt call Asong a necessary sacrifice to the lives of many, Henricks lost his calm and threw a fit. He wanted to continue to persuade them to reconsider only to be interrupted by Corey, "Old man, aren't you forgetting you are a prisoner and in no place to make demands let alone badmouth your captors?" "Little girl stay out of this," Henricks frowned but dismissed Corey's remarks not wanting to argue with a child. However, just then an intimidating aura enough to threaten him covered him causing him to take a second glance at Corey and notice that the source of the threat was the white bangle on her hand. 'It should be the entity masking her intent from me,' he thought. Henricks was no regular demigod his power levels were way higher than that of an elite demigod for him to feel threatened by a bangle-shaped entity no less, he was really puzzled. He wondered what was going on here, with his intent sense being suppressed by the Field Marshal's celestial rule domain he was clueless. Having maintained tabs on Wyatt and his people, Henricks knew Corey quite well, she stood out among his circle of friends because of her parents and especially her unidentified SSS-rank familiar 'White Snake' monster. Now, seeing that she had a bangle that could give him a sense of threat, he wondered if it was a new power or something related to her SSS-rank familiar. Either way, she was someone to watch out for. He concluded. Ignoring Corey, Henricks looked at Wyatt and Field Marshal who were staring into the city outskirts with a grim expression. Seeing the grave expression on their face his heart jumped to his throat because the more dangerous the situation was the more likely they would give up on Asong. "Heatsend, what's wrong?" Henricks asked hoping the situation was not as bad as he was thinking in his mind. "They're are about 250 undead demigods surrounding the city now, and their number only keeps increasing. To make it worse they seem to have arranged themselves in some sort of battle formation. Hernicks, how many undead demigods did the Master actually cultivate? And Why?" the Field Marshal updated Henricks and inquired about the masters' plan. Having gone through Clown Mask's memories she had a rough idea of just how many undead demigods the masters cultivated but she had no idea where the masters got the resources to cultivate them and why they cultivated them in the first place since Clown Mask's memories did not have answer to them. In her future vision the Clown Mask was a disposable pawn in the Supreme Leader's plan, so the information she held was limited. "It is a secret only known to the Masters and their most trusted dogs," Henricks stated revealing nothing but the fact he knew the answer to why the Masters were doing what they were doing. "Old man, you don't get to negotiate. As our prisoner: If we ask, you answer. If we order, you bark. Do you understand?" Corey snapped at Henricks, causing Wyatt and Field Marshal to look at her with their eyes wide thinking, 'She would make a good jailer.' Henricks gave Corey a blank stare, trying to stir clear of her white bangle, he proposed, "As long you guys promise to ensure Asong's safety I will tell you everything I know about the Masters' plans." Corey was about to snap Henricks again but Wyatt spoke ahead of saying, "Give me the information, I will judge if it is worth risking an entire city." "No. I will give you the information, and in exchange you allow me to send Asong to the Yellow Plains. Also, if you want I will call my people to help us deal with the situation here. However, that is only if promise to take care of any trouble with the law. As a show of good faith, I am willing to take an oath not to try and escape amidst all this. What do you say?" Henricks proposed a plan to not only ensure Asong's safety but the city's too. "No need. Just give me the information I will ensure Asong's safety," Wyatt rejected Henricks's help, promising not to hand over Asong to the enemy in exchange for his information. Wyatt wanted to know why the Masters had Karl cultivate undead. Their foolishness to cultivate undead and let Karl be in charge of it of all people led to deaths at the hands of the three mischiefs despite their strength. He could not wonder what could have caused the Master to be this foolish. What could have been so important was that did not see Karl's betrayal from miles away. Were they the ones that helped Karl cultivate undead demigods ahead faster than seen in Clown Mask's future vision? He had too many questions but no answers as Clown Mask's future vision only contained information about what she was part of or learned, she wasn't omniscient. Now that he knew Henricks had the answers he needed, he decided to compromise even though he never actually planned on giving up Asong. Listening to Wyatt reject his help, Henricks frowned. Then he thought back to their nonchalant approach to enemies surrounding the city, he realized they were never in need of help and planned to trick him using Asong from the start. Fortunately, he knew something else they wanted more at the moment, otherwise, he might have indeed fallen for their tricks. "We have a deal," Henricks hurriedly agreed to Wyatt fearing he would change his mind, and then, revealed, "The Masters are planning to unseal the unranked dungeons that were sealed by the original founders deeming them too dangerous to explore. They plan to use the undead legion that Karl is cultivating for them to raid these dungeons." "Unranked Dungeons?" "Have they gone mad?"