Warlock Apprentice

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Angor closed the book and fell into deep thought.

As the book mentioned, wizards never figured out how strange the Nightmare Realm could get. At the same time, the strangeness had been causing wizards to throw themselves into the chaos like crazies. Like the special channeling method Sunders said, he did not even know anything about the method or what kind of base fitness level it had, yet he still thirsted for it for a long time.

Maybe this was the Nightmare Realm’s nature. The attractive unknown.

Angor looked at the blue sky and set his mind free.

He knew that the moment he agreed to become Sunders’ student in Barbie’s Restaurant, he would have to pay the cost and the cost was coming.

He had to go to the Nightmare Realm.

He did not want to anger Sunders and he also wanted to see Sunders’ true intention by exploring the Nightmare Realm.

As for the other two choices… He gave them up.

There was still hope in them. At least he could try the second one to create a new spirit model. Initial Glory was still here within his reach after all.

Considering this, Angor went down from the wheeled ladder and walked to the bookshelf labeled “3”.

To his surprise, most books on this shelf were not paper books. They were leather collections with their edges curved up and old cracks on their covers. The exposed areas were covered in a thick layer of dust. Obviously, they had not been touched in a very long time.

Angor went through them one by one.

Many of them recorded stories about the wizarding world from thousands of years or thousands of decades ago. Gossip magazines, most likely. There were occasionally good articles, but Angor could not understand them in his current situation.

After arranging some leather scrolls he could not use now, Angor finally found an aged, blackened scroll. A line written in an unregulated, variant universal tongue was shown on it.

Speaking of the universal language, the language used in the wizarding world had regional differences but written language was mostly universal. There were other types of writings. Some of them even possessed special power. Still, the universal tongue was used in most records and paper mediums.

The reason why the universal language was used by mortals was mostly that people all preferred new changes.

In this world, wizards were always top, mighty beings. Humans, whether they were common folks, nobles or imperials, all looked up at something powerful. They feared and rejected wizards while at the same time, they admired them in secret and tried to imitate their ways. The universal language was slowly being adopted by the common people.

The Fey Continent and the Old Earth (Marginalized Island) used to be united. The deactivation of elements in the air caused most wizards to leave the Old Earth but the language they used was still kept by the nobility and passed down. Thus, the universal language used in Goldspink Empire was actually the one used by wizards. That was also why Angor had no problem understanding the handwritings of wizards.

However, the universal language had many variants because of various historical reasons. “Hanzi” Angor learned from Jon also went through the development of different styles. To be more convenient to write and popularize, Hanzi finally changed from Traditional to Simplified which was used today.

As for the universal tongue, it had different writing styles in different eras. It was ideographic writing, so different variants only shared different complexities. However, one could still recognize them if read carefully.

Angor took some time to read the name of the book.

The beautifully written line was just what Angor was looking for, Initial Glory .

Angor spread the book open in his palm and quickly went through the content before lunchtime.

“O initial glory. I never found you, yet you are there for me, always.”

That was on the front page. It sounded more like love letter instead of a book on constructing spirit model.

Before he could carry on, a thunderclap made him jump.

He looked outside the window. The once bright sky was already covered by thick rainclouds.

Thunderstorms were completely normal at Devil’s Water. Angor got used to them on The Redbud. However, as more roaring thunders came about, he began to feel uneasy.

The Redbud sailed on the sea which was far from the thunderclouds, but the cloud whale, however, stayed almost as high up as the clouds. If not for the intelligent creature that was avoiding them, they would have bumped into the clouds.

Still, when flying in the sky, the great shaking and giant explosive booms were of a different level compared to what he experienced on The Redbud.

Ka—boom!

A louder thunder boom reached his eardrums and caused Angor to blank out briefly.

He covered his ears. It could not prevent the noises, but it would somewhat protect his hearing.

Angor no longer had the mood to read in such a situation. Anyway, it was not like he could do it during the storm.

Frequent thunders boomed for three minutes and quieted down. When Angor tried to relax, lightning bolts rained down.

Angor did not realize that the stratosphere was now full of thunderclouds. The cloud whale was now flying underneath them, with nowhere to hide.

Lightning stroke at the cloud whale continuously as if someone was throwing away their junk for free.

The cloud whale was sturdy enough to disregard the bolts and glide nonchalantly. The small creatures on its back, however, not so much.

From the small window on the tent, Angor saw several cows turning into burnt crisps. Even some demon falcons who always patrolled around proudly sometimes got stricken down.

Some trees were aflame. The fire spread to the grass nearby, creating several smoke pillars all around the ranch.

Looking at the terrifying scene, Angor began to worry. If the tent was hit and caught fire, where should he run to?

As time passed, the dancing lightning bolts turned the ranch into a mess but none of the tents were damaged. Obviously, Angor worried too much. Wizards always had their tricks.

The sound of thunders died down, but with one or two that came about now and then, Angor could not focus on his reading. Since there was no way he could get out in this weather, he covered his ears and leaned on the ladder to pretend to be sleeping.

Sometime later, a giant explosion woke him up.

He wiped some saliva off the corner of his lips. Somehow, he had fallen asleep for real,

Angor check the outside. Just like a while ago, the sky was dark, and the thunder clouds were still there. Fires were burning around the ranch, as always.

The quartz clock told him that he slept from 13 till 20 o’clock in the evening.

The thunderstorm lasted for an entire afternoon?