Warlock Apprentice

The opera “Phantom of Festivity” was a repertoire of the theater. Angor already knew that the opera was about dirty stuff, but he still planned to go have a look. Lady Mirror’s words were probably both a joke and a sincere suggestion.

“Ahem… I guess I’ll observe the show in the view of a scholar.”

With the decision made, Angor climbed onto the junk boxes nearby and leaped over the wall.

The first thing he saw was a dense crowd moving toward the entrance of the theater.

Angor tidied up his clothes a little and joined them.

He was wearing a typical gentleman style. Every trim and corner on him was carefully managed, which gave Angor the look of a cultivated young child born to an ancient patrician family.

And his looks made him really stood out among the common folks. Usually, people would avoid someone like Angor just to avoid potential troubles. But here, in the capital of Darkivil Empire, which was home to the tough-natured Subterrians and escaped criminals from different nations, people already developed a completely different way of life. Instead of avoiding him, a number of people began to move closer with their eyes looking left and right with unknown intents.

A middle-aged apprentice witch winked at him and sent him a message, “How about we spend tomorrow together and ‘discuss’ the show?”

Angor did not know how to transmit voice yet, so he could only wave a hand at the witch awkwardly who then rolled her eyes.

“You… you’re a wizard?” Ananda saw her man flying away for no reason and quickly realized something. She stared at the boy beside her in shock.

Angor nodded nonchalantly. “Let’s go. I’ll go on a shopping spree once I get the ticket from your man. You’ll be busy. Trust me.”

…

Angor expected Ananda to act more carefully after the incident. But he was wrong—Ananda began whispering all sorts of questions into his ear, like “Can I become a wizard, sir?”, “What should I do to become one?”, and “Can you be my teacher if I help you warm your sheet?”

Angor lost patience in the end. “Shut it. One more question and I’ll kill you.”

Ananda complied and kept on looking at Angor with an innocent look.

Angor successfully received a ticket for the opera and went back to Twilight Well, during which Ananda kept giving him meaningful stares. But she did not say anything again.

And Angor gladly enjoyed the brief moment of peace.

He also noticed Ananda glancing around Twilight Well joyfully as if she was trying to remember every detail she saw.

Pity, she was going to forget everything when she left.

With a hired carrier, Angor began searching around different shops.

He started from the most basic materials according to his needs. Echo Flowers, Magic Bellflowers, Moon Brew, Scorpion Wort, scales of Bear Butterflies… Some of them were already on his shopping list, while others were his new choices once he saw their properties.

The first shop already filled almost half of their cart.

Several hours later, a pile of goods had formed on the cart which included plants, minerals, jars, and pots. Ananda thought Angor would stop here since the cart was filled. To her surprise, he saw Angor taking out a strange capsule and when he opened it up, a good number of the materials were all sucked inside.

“Let’s keep going!” Angor seemed pretty satisfied.

Ananda was not sure what she just saw. Was that something that could help people carry stuff? Why did the kid not use it earlier?

Angor followed his carefully-made plan when going through the shops. There were materials for the music box, an Energy Stabilizer, supplement materials for a space storage, and so on. Every time he entered a shop, he immediately knew what to buy.

Some of the shopkeepers tried to figure out what Angor wanted to make. However, they all gave up when they saw Angor purchasing various stuff for a lot of different things.

By lunchtime, Angor had filled up five of his one-use space capsules.