Warlock Apprentice

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

When their discussion came to an end, Sunders brought Angor out of the Gravity Garden before they left the study together.

While Angor was going to check on Toby, who was currently staying at Krakoks’ flower house, Sunders also went along as he needed to talk to Goode about various matters after Phantom Island went through that crisis, even though Greya repaired most of the damage.

While still walking together along the hallway, Sunders saw his student still lost in thought and asked, “You’re planning to test your Prelude to Rebirth recently, is that right?”

“Yeah, I need to find out what those ‘white bullets’ are.”

“You already found some undead monsters to use your weapon on?”

“I bought two souls at the resource center, but… it was strange. It was Saka who provided them.”

“Saka, Ness’ student?” Sunders snickered. Now that he thought about it, Angor had grudges against both of Ness’ students for some reason.

“I don’t know what he wants.” Angor shrugged. “When I was waiting for you outside Mister Ness’ tower, Saka said something weird, and it made no sense to me.”

Sunders wasn’t too concerned about the problems between apprentices. “He wishes to amend your relationship, probably.”

“Maybe…” Angor had a similar conclusion, but he wasn’t fully convinced. In his view, Saka wasn’t someone who would bow down to enemies so easily.

“Make sure you’re fully prepared prior to your test. No one can predict what will become of undead souls when they are affected by Mystery energy. Also, go to the resource center again and get a new transmitter. We replaced them last year. The new transmitters can help you film something for several minutes. This is very helpful if you want to record what you observed in your test.”

New transmitter? Angor acknowledged with a nod.

Last time he heard, the “crystal ball transmitter” had served Brute Cavern for a thousand years. He wondered what caused the sudden change.

The new function sounded neat, but Angor wasn’t too interested since his hologram tablet could always work perfectly when he used it to capture images. Besides, he already saw more advanced transmitters used in Floating Mech City that were capable of flawless long-range communication as well as a number of miscellaneous properties. If added with more comprehensive functions, they would begin to look like the “smartphones” that were used on Earth.

Of course, Angor didn’t show any of his ideas. “Yes, sir, I’ll head there immediately. Is it still a ‘crystal ball’?”

“What, you don’t like that design?”

“Oh no, I’m just curious.”

Angor had no problem using a crystal ball, but he felt a bit weary since so many alchemists used the same shape for their items.

“Yes, the new transmitter only comes in one type. Heh, this one was proposed by Leona, but it was Mister Rein who determined the final look. Perhaps that man is obsessed with crystal balls.”

Angor listened quietly as he absolutely could not follow Sunders’ joke, which was directed at Rein Mute.

“You’re an alchemist as well. If you’re not content with it, try making your own one. And make something interesting if you can. That ‘Monument Loop’ looks quite good in my view.”

Angor didn’t even get to enjoy Sunders’ words of praise before Sunders continued, “It’s a pity that the ingenious shape only contains a plaything.”

Wasn’t it YOU who asked for it? Angor almost cried that out.

Sunders saw Angor’s complaining look and snickered again. “Speaking of Leona, I once asked her to teach you alchemy. But as far as I can see… you’re more professional than her right now when it comes to Tooling. You can still go to her if you wish to learn Apothecary, however.”

The gentleman took out a rose from his storage and handed it to Angor.

“This is the passport for Rosebed Island. She is mostly known as a perfume maker, but her talent in Apothecary can’t be denied.”

Angor put away the rose, which seemed to be made of pure crystal, in his bracelet. He might need it later because studying Apothecary was also on his to-do list.

Next, Sunders went to look for Goode to talk about how to handle “New Phantom Island”, while Angor left the mansion and walked toward the flower house beside the small lake.

On his way, he heard somebody weeping and saw a group of men in black robes gathered around a small hillock.

They were all Phantom Servants. Even with their masks on, Angor could feel the somber mood coming from them.

It was Hobbiton who was crying while kneeling on the ground.

Soon, Angor understood what had happened when he heard Hobbiton calling “Number 41”. It seemed that Number 41 was killed by a lightning strike earlier, and his friends were here to see him off.

Angor shook his head and turned away.

Even though the other Phantom Servants were quiet, he could feel the overwhelming sadness that he had better avoid.

“Mister Padt,” another Phantom Servant who was also watching the memorial from afar spoke to him.

“You’re… Number 233?” Angor had no problem recognizing the Phantom Servant he once talked to. “Aren’t you going to join them?”

“No. It was only his body that died. His soul was retrieved by Butler Goode. I believe Butler Goode will give him a proper arrangement. Excuse me, Mister Padt. I have work to do.”

Angor saw Number 233 leaving. He glanced back at the group of servants for a moment before he headed to the flower house.

He felt a little depressed when he thought about Jon, and his brother, Leon, who were only mortals incapable of leaving their souls behind upon death.

Greya’s golden tree came into his view. The giant tree had shielded the entire flower house under its crown while releasing a wonderful smell of high-quality milk.

Angor suddenly wished to have a “taste” of the tree, but he forced himself to give up on that idea.

The crisis did nothing to the house, but he was still worried about the Krakoks and Toby.

He was a little surprised to find out that the Krakoks looked tougher than they appeared to be. Instead of harming them, the pressure sent by the world’s consciousness helped some of them remove taint and old injuries, which improved their physical conditions.

Toby seemed to be in good shape too since he was staring at the milk tree through a window, drooling, while his little partner—the Moonlily Fairy—looked just as eager for a snack.

The Krakoks were curious to know about the strange tree as well. Ever since Angor entered the flower house, he had been hearing someone gulping loudly now and then.

Toby landed on Angor’s shoulder and kissed his cheek immediately, with obvious intentions.

Angor wasn’t sure how to respond to Toby’s expectation because he had no idea whether the tree was safe or if the milk it produced was drinkable at all.

After considering for a while, he took Toby out of the flower house while constructing the model of a cantrip in his mind.

His eyes shone slightly as Narda’s Vision helped him read various information regarding the tree. And he was glad that he saw no unknown variables. The examination perfectly told him the name, properties, and effects of the golden tree.

“This is a Milkberry Tree, a tiered magic plant. We can use its trunk and bark for crafting, and its juice and fruits for cooking… Man, Lady Greya gave us quite a luxurious gift.”

Narda’s Vision also told him that the sap was beneficial to human bodies when consumed, including the bodies of mortals, who would then enjoy healthy lives and slightly extended lifespan. This meant he could consider transplanting the tree to Padt Manor.

1After making sure it was safe to consume anything found on the tree, Angor nodded to Toby and said, “Go ahead, but don’t damage it too much.”

Toby instantly dashed to the Milkberry Tree, eyes twinkling.

Angor walked back inside the flower house and spoke to the Moonlily Fairy, “You can go out and gather some tree sap when you have time and share it with the Krakoks.”

The fairy was still a little sheepish in Angor’s presence. It nodded slightly behind Papaya’s grandmother.

Also, Angor noticed that the servant mark on the fairy was gone, which meant Toby had dealt with the fairy’s former owner.

The small creature hesitated for a bit and claimed to offer its loyalty to Angor.

Angor shook his head and denied. “If you really want to become someone’s follower, choose Toby.”

He said this because the Moonlily Fairy had little use to him. He allowed the fairy to stay here all because of Toby, and it should also be Toby who would be the one to take care of it.