Warlock Apprentice

The sale proceeded fast. Most of the items shown earlier were nothing too valuable, and each lot was determined within minutes.

As more of the items were sold, the average bidding soon approached 500 crystals, and there were fewer and fewer responses coming from the outer stage.

Angor tried to compete for a gaseous material which could be used as an alternative for another catalyst. He simply quitted when someone else offered higher since it was nothing of vital importance to him.

Angor planned to go for an alchemy container when it was brought up, but he decided to leave it since Prome bid earlier, who then won the item at 400 crystals.

Everything went smoothly until the 30th item was shown, which caused a small ruckus.

It was a booklet containing the analytic equation for “energy compression”.

All the wizards were shocked when they saw the book being sold in the auction. It was not valuable among major wizard organizations. The crafting draft for an Energy Compressor in Angor’s Encyclopaedia: Basic Alchemy also provided the formula.

Angor also thought about quitting. He still felt a little depressed at how he missed the valuable alchemy material. Rosegold Gargoyle’s Tongue Blood was of a higher quality than any other similar inks.

As everyone waited for Angor’s decision, a woman inside Chamber 35 suddenly spoke in an extremely eerie voice.

“The blood will be mine, no matter how much you have on you. Heeheehee!”

As those sitting outside wondered who that was, people in the inner stage all looked at each other in shock. Those who could come here were all experienced enough to recognize that voice.

“So, SHE came to the auction!”

“And that Number 187 went against her? Really? Who is Number 187, anyway?”

“Wait, who are you talking about? Who’s that Gold VIP?” There was still someone left dumbfounded by the heated discussions.

“How ignorant can you get??”

“That’s the most bloodthirsty witch you can ever know in the southern region, Lady Flora!”

“Lady Flora seemed determined to get her hands on that blood. Even if Number 187 won it, she’ll probably go after him later and get it back. Man, I wonder what Number 187 looks like right now.”

“Wet his pants, I guess!”

So… how exactly did Angor look?

Trembling? Wet pants? Fear? None. He was only shaking his head in frustration after finding out that it was only Flora who played with him. He would not have tried to raise the price if he had known!

If anyone would find out their relationship now… Angor could already imagine what would be printed on the headline of tomorrow’s gossip news.

“Unbelievable! The Killing Machine’s Two Loving Pupils Fought Among Themselves Just For THIS!”

Angor face-palmed himself while Dave and Prome gave him a sympathetic look.

Dave put a hand on Angor’s shoulder and played all mature. “I’m sorry to see this, my friend. Now, you should hide away and pretend that Number 187 never came.”

Angor looked at Dave. “Maybe we should switch places?”

Dave backed away quickly. “Nah. A Prophet told me that 186 is my lucky number today, while anything nearby is an ill omen. Please, I still want to have a bright future.”

Since “Number 35” was Flora, Angor simply gave up on the item. He had not expected to see Flora here after that woman went away from Brute Cavern for half a year.

Did Sunders come as well? Angor pondered.

…

Without anyone in her way, Flora successfully earned the box of “Rosegold Gargoyle’s Tongue Blood”. She still humphed in frustration, for having to spend more money than she expected.

And everyone heard it.

Before Twilight could bring out the next lot, someone sneered in Chamber 1 in a taunting manner. “Oh my, Flora… I didn’t take you to be someone who bullies the weak.”

It was the witch by the title of “Lady Lotus”.

“Someone who made a lot of noise back there. So, it was you, Lydia the horny stuff?” Flora “heehee” again. “Bully? So did you fall in love with Number 187 or something? Maybe we should call him here and see if he suits your taste?”

Lydia did not seem offended at all. “Unlike someone, I’m quite loyal. I’ve already decided that Mister Sunders shall be my only love.”

“Who knows, maybe Number 187 is my dear teacher who just came personally,” said Flora who did not forget about dragging Angor down.

Angor tried to shrink as best as he could.

“So, Mister Sunders isn’t with you? I shouldn’t have wasted so much breath on you,” Lydia concluded with another taunt, thus ending their verbal war.

But she did not stop here. Lydia directed her attention to Twilight this time.

“So, despite your promise, it’s still a big disappointment until now. Are you wasting my time, em?”