Warlock Apprentice

The Midnight Sovereign was one of the most flourishing cities there were to find.

As Angor stepped into the city, he realized he was looking at a brand-new human creation.

Unlike any other big cities that he had been to before, Midnight Sovereign allowed many different elements to co-exist within a relatively small area. For example, one of the most commonly seen structures here was skywalk. Most streets in Midnight Sovereign were quite narrow. The sides of the streets were compacted with steel buildings, while the skywalks connected something else higher up. Despite their height, the solid designs of the skywalks and their flower decorations made them looked very safe.

Angor recalled seeing similar structures in the films from Earth. Even Brute Cavern had paths between trees hanging in the air called sky bridges.

The skywalks in Midnight Sovereign though were all too short to be called “bridges”. They simply provided another path above people’s heads to cross the streets, and they were not complex to build.

Nevertheless, the city still took on another look when every corner of the city had these extra ways in midair.

When watching “A Man and a City”, Angor did not find single buildings attractive, no matter how strange their design was. But it was something different when the whole city was designed in a certain, creative style.

Dave understood Angor’s words and immediately prepared another spell.

Angor pressed Dave’s hand down. “No need to waste mana. He’s not getting away from the illusion. Just wait, and Master Prome’s Frost will drain his strength.”

Just as he said, it was not long before they heard someone crying in a weak voice.

“For-forgive me, my good sirs. I’ll return your wallets. Please spare my life.”

Two money pouches appeared on the ground.

Angor pulled them closer with Hand of Spell. Dave inspected his bag and made sure everything was still inside before he sighed in relief.

The culprit still had not shown himself. He only begged them to cancel their spells as soon as they could.

No one listened to him.

About five minutes later, a figure covered in robe materialized in the air and collapsed.

“He’s frozen stiff,” Angor said.

“Finally, you filthy thief. Any last words?” Dave stomped to the figure and flipped him over to check his face.

Dave was going to finish off the offender, but his hand stopped in the air.

Angor and Prome joined Dave to check what was going on.

“A kid? But he didn’t sound like one,” said Angor as he looked at the pale face of the thief and noticed that it was someone pretty young. Probably younger than Sailum. Seven or eight, at best.

Dave hesitated when looking at the kid’s face. He might be stingy before, but he worked together with Angor for long enough to learn kindness.

At least Dave was not going to slaughter a kid with his own hands.

Dave struggled with his mind for a while and sighed in the end. He dragged the thief away from the frozen grounds by the collar.

“Well, we get our wallets back. Now he has to make it away on his own.”

Despite his decision, Dave never intended to help the thief. He left the kid against a wall and prepared to leave.

“You know, sometimes little kids are more terrible than adults,” Prome suddenly spoke.

“Because they’ve no idea about what’s right and wrong,” said Angor as he picked up from Prome’s speech. “When a kid decides to commit a crime, it means pure, sheer malice.”

Angor did not really care about the difference between “pure evil” and other types of complicated emotions. The only thing that mattered was whether something affected him personally.

Angor gave the small thief a final glance and suddenly noticed a strange-looking pattern on the kid’s neck.

He moved closer to inspect it carefully. “This is…”

He saw something similar before. The masks of Phantom Servants also had similar patterns on them.

“Phantom Servant,” Prome saw Angor’s question and explained. “And he has a talent ability too.”

Prome’s revealed an uncertain expression. “Phantom Servants are native to Darkivil Empire. Thanks to their natural abilities, they usually hold important positions in the nation. Why would a Phantom Servant kid end up as a thief?”