Warlock Apprentice

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

Sunders let out a burst of mild laughter. His low and raucous voice carried an attractive frequency.

“Rainless thunderclouds in such a scale were passively triggered by the aggregation of the world’s consciousness. Ha. Such a violent change… Maybe Boko’s familiar was right. A broken plane was trying to fuse itself into this world.”

Flora finished her glass of “blood” in one go and licked the remaining color off her lips as she said, “Heehee. Lucky man, Boko. What he acquired today should be enough for Gravity Forest to construct another Sorcerer’s Garden.”

“Gravity Forest is still far, and it will take time to reach here. Since Boko was requesting for help… then I should provide it, by all means,” Sunders said that in a casual manner. Although he stressed “by all means” with a frivolous tone, Angor could not help but guess what he actually meant.

“We found so much this time. Section Ephemera, and… Heehee. Angor, dear, you are really our lucky star.”

The pair exchanged strange words that Angor completely could not understand. The only thing he knew was that they kept mentioning his name in a joking manner.

When Flora ended the discussion with another eerie giggle, Sunders addressed Angor, “The thunderclouds were not naturally generated. That’s why they covered the entire water. Don’t worry, I already ordered the cloud whale to steer away from their center. Stay inside the tent and you’ll be fine.

“Oh, Flora and I will leave soon, so I’ll leave you in charge of here for several days. Ask Goode if you have any questions.”

So he was really leaving. Although Angor was surprised that Sunders would “leave him in charge”. Did that mean Angor officially joined the crew?

“Professor, are you going somewhere because of the thunderclouds?”

Sunders grinned. “There’s some connection, but it’s not the main reason. You will understand once you become a wizard. But for now, the knowledge may do you harm instead.”

With that, Sunders straightened his bow-tie, put on his black top hat, took his black walking cane, retrieved a black-golden cloak from Goode and put it on in a stylish manner, before he finally left the tent.

Flora floated by. “Angor sweetie. If you feel lonely, you can let those kiddies out to play with you. Heehee!”

Then she followed behind Sunders. She even turned to wave goodbye at Angor while not forgetting her eerie smile.

Of course, the “kiddies” she talked about referred to the winners from the death matches.

There was no way Angor would let those ruffians out. Those people had been harassing him with their stares every time Angor was outside his tent. Who knew what would happen if they cut loose?

Angor did not even dare to release Nausica from her tent although she had been relatively friendly to him. For one, the other winners might get jealous. Secondly, Angor did not believe that Nausica was someone easy-going. Letting her out probably was not a good idea.

Angor knew he was inexperienced in this world. He only read a lot from books. Being in a strange place, staying cautious was always wiser.

With the pair no longer here, Goode was the only one with Angor. If Goode did not make any movement, Angor could not notice his presence at all.

Angor was becoming curious and asked, “Goode—mister butler, are you a wizard too? Why are you wearing a mask?”

He was trying to address Goode in some other polite manners, but Sunders never told him Goode’s family name. Angor did not even know Goode’s gender or age.

“Mister Padt, I’m not a wizard. I’m a Phantom Servant from the Darkivil Empire,” Goode replied politely, the mask is an alchemy item the master gifted me. It could strengthen my natural ability.”

The Darkivil Empire was a nation built by an underground race. The place never saw the light, so most residents living there had chaotic and evil natures. Many criminals would flee into that place as well. The Phantom Servant was a native race in Darkivil Empire, so they were usually leaders because of their natural power.

Angor asked Goode to go away after having some casual talks with him. The thunderclouds were still gathering outside. Worrying about Toby’s safety, Angor requested Goode to bring the bird to him. Goode had been taking care of both Angor’s and Toby’s meals during the month, so Toby knew him well.

Goode fulfilled his order soon. He even brought Toby’s tiny wooden bed. Toby was standing on Goode’s shoulder proudly with raised head and puffed up chest.

When it saw Angor, Toby tweeted something Angor could not understand.

Seeing the spirited Toby in perfect shape, Angor shook his head and expressed a bitter smile. As Lady Greya said, he should not worry about Toby at all.

With Toby safe with him, Angor spaced out while looking at the thunderous weather.

When will it stop?

Hope everything will be fine…

…

Angor asked Goode to put some blanket on the floor of the book room. He was going to sleep here tonight.

Lightning bolts would still flash past the window now and then, so the book room did not feel dark even without candles.

Usually, roaring thunders would make people restless. However, hearing the occasional explosions under the soft blanket while surrounded by the fragrant smell of fine ink, Angor felt exceptionally relaxed. Enjoying calmness in such weather helped Angor think more clearly instead.

Angor went through Sunders’ words during dinner.

So he did enter the Nightmare Realm during his talent test, and that suture-face woman nearly killed him! What troubled Angor most was that even though the woman failed to kill him, she still left a wound on his back.

The wound was just as strange as the “special channeling method” mentioned by Sunders. Angor clearly remembered how the wound was bleeding while in the Nightmare Realm, yet when he came back to reality, nothing was there.

Another thing was that how did he end up in the Nightmare Realm in the first place? If his body went to another world, Mara must have noticed it. If not, how did he travel through worlds? His spirit went there? Or was it his soul? Would the sutured woman kill him for real if she succeeded?

Angor knew no answer to those questions. He could only wait for Sunders and ask him.

There was no real wound where the women hurt him, but in several cases, he felt the itchiness was telling him that something was definitely wrong. When Angor tried to ask Greya about it in Barbie’s Restaurant, Sunders had barged in and interrupted him. Now Angor thought about it, maybe that was exactly what Sunders tried to do—to prevent his question. That might have something to do with why Sunders accepted him as a student.

Many things came about Angor’s mind. In the next moment, he remembered his brother Leon and his teacher Jon far away at the Old Earth. What were they doing now? Was his teacher well? Did his brother successfully inherit his title in Waterford?

By the way, Leon agreed to take him to the Ocean Theater in Waterford and join Master Megeve’s Solo Concert. He… might never have the chance again.