Warlock Apprentice

Prome already made up his mind that he would build a good relationship with Angor, so he tried his best answering Angor’s questions. If something involved his unique technique, he would just explain in an implicit way.

By the time Dave came back, Angor had already learned the basics of synthesis.

Angor took his ticket and prepared to leave.

“I’m going to make some weapons and make some money to attend Wizard Fair. You want to tag along?” Angor spoke to Dave before leaving.

His intention was to make money this time, so Angor did not have specific plans for the weapons.

Dave considered. “Alright. I have to keep the shop during the day so I’ll join you in the evening.”

After leaving Prome’s Alchemy Shop, Angor headed toward Cave Field instead of his villa.

Angor decided not to ask “what happened” since he was not really good friend with Orlando yet.

Orlando rubbed his nose, still not sure what just happened. “Ah, Angor. Something you need?”

Angor was finished with his “performance” and put on his usual smile. “I want to ask something. Do you know where Sailum and Nausica went? They aren’t in their rooms.”

Orlando was still torturing his nose until it became red. “Those two? On a quest, I guess. I haven’t seen them for days. Nausica always goes to the underground market now and then. I don’t know what she’s up to though.”

Angor believed he had an idea about that.

“Oh, thank you. I’ll not take more of your time then, sleep well. ”

He knew well he was the one waking Orlando up.

“Why are you looking for Nausica?” Orlando asked before Angor could leave.

Angor briefly explained the auction which was about to start in Twilight Well, and Orlando suddenly brightened up. “You’re going to the grand auction too? Nice. But I heard the tickets for the seats are pretty expensive. I’ll have to watch from the screen outside the hall. It’s fine though. I’m not really buying stuff anyway. I’ll go there because I get to meet with my partner! Partner, you know?! Roffig! His dishes are sooo good! And he’s so kind to me…”

Orlando began to chatter non-stop. Angor never found a chance to cut in again. It seemed that as long as someone was listening to him, Orlando did not care who he was talking to.

Sailum mentioned something to Angor before; ever since Orlando was separated from Roffig, this guy had been harassing others with his teary speeches all day long. Even Hookdick was not spared from it. When Orlando asked where Angor lived, Sailum did not tell him, which saved Angor a lot of trouble.

Now Angor invited trouble by coming here on his own.

He really regretted replying to Orlando’s question. He should have left when he could.

Angor felt really relieved when he finally left Orlando’s room. He would rather chat with a flock of squawking crows than talking to Orlando again. At least crows would not expect answers. Orlando, on the other hand, always assaulted Angor by asking whether Angor agreed with his comment on Roffig. Angor had to keep his attention so as not to give the wrong answer, which would cause Orlando to repeat his prolonged speech again.

But the experience was not harmful. Angor was glad he found Orlando becoming friendlier with him.

People tended to keep away from that man. But at the same time, Orlando did not receive any foul treatment from them because he was quite the socializer and was never discouraged by people’s unfriendly gazes. Those who were troubled by Orlando might feel like kicking his ass, but they could not really find a reason to.

Angor did not know about Roffig. However, this did not prevent him from admiring this particular figure. Anyone who managed to become Orlando’s best friend would not be anyone ordinary. At any rate, Roffig should at least possess great patience.

…

Next, Angor went to underground market again and headed to Sky Tower. He just decided that he would never come here again a week ago… but now here he was, not as the notorious “Baron Milk” but as another bystander.

He came here looking for matches Nausica participated recently.

The dense crowd on the first level of the tower caught him by surprise. They were all fighters who were waiting for their matches since the waiting room could not take in any more people.

Angry yelling, unfriendly grumble, heated quarrel… the entire main hall felt like a chaotic wet market.

“Oof. The information about the garden was a bomb. It blew so many chilling apprentices out of the water…” Angor complained while pushing his way toward the inside.

It took him a lot of effort to finally find a worker. However, this worker was too busy dealing with other people to give him any information about Nausica.

Before he could do anything else, the crowd slowly forced him outside again.

Angor looked at the terrible human wave in the tower from outside and sighed in frustration. “Geez. Guess I’ll come later when the effect of the news dies down a bit.”

As he turned around, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind him.

“Fate has guided us together…”