Warlock Apprentice

“Hey, Angor!” Fosah greeted Angor with a bright smile. “What lucky day! We meet again. So, are you going to study alchemy from Master Prome too?”

“Good day, Angor.” Laffitte also showed politeness.

Angor never figured out why Fosah suddenly changed his attitude, and he already believed that Fosah was planning something. Nevertheless, since the man was being polite, Angor decided not to respond with hostility for now.

“Good day to you too. I have something to ask of Master Prome. Did you just say Master Prome is taking students now?”

Angor glanced at Dave, who looked as puzzled as himself. They never heard anything like that.

“You don’t know? People have been saying that Prome is planning to accept a new student now. He’s been staying in his shop for a week just to find a potential apprentice.”

Dave realized something and spoke, “I was wondering why so many people came for apprenticeship these days. Someone’s been spreading the false rumor.”

Fosah also knew that the wizarding world did not go around “manners”. He still needed to wait for Dave’s decision.

Both of them gazed at Dave, whose shifting expression suggested that he was also hesitating.

Twenty magic crystals meant big profit. But this man… he was the one walking alongside ‘Raging Blade’ Naru back at Bartterfly Pub. Dave was not hurt during the small conflict, and he probably would forget it in a day or two. But the incident just happened a little while ago, and Dave was still angry about it. Looking at this man instantly made him feel disgusted.

However… that was not a reason to reject money! Sure, Dave wanted to humiliate the man. But Angor, who was the owner of the weapon, happened to be watching nearby.

Fosah grew more and more embarrassed since Dave did not answer him.

The visitor pushed Fosah away. “Money talks, you know? Only poor bastards depend on reasons. Don’t expect others to be kind. Yeah, I’m talking to you, peasant! When you earn enough money, you’ll find it a joke reasoning with people.”

The words struck the vital point in Fosah’s mind. Before coming here, Fosah was the son of the minister of economy in a nation, and he never experienced a shortage of money. At that time, he regarded the world just like how the man in front of him did. Now that he no longer had money in the wizarding world, he began to seek “reason”.

Fosah’s face blushed in frustration, while Laffitte glared at the intruder in rage.

“What? You have a different idea? Prove me wrong with your wallet then,” said the man as he kept lecturing them.

“Why you-” Laffitte bellowed, but Fosah quickly dragged him back. They only brought 15 magic crystals. They did save up some money by doing quests together, but five crystals was not a small number to them.

When the brightly-dressed man scoffed, another person entered the shop.

It was a woman with curly hair in a wild style which covered half of her face. The exposed features gave her an attractive look. She was wearing a tattered black robe. Several holes on the robe revealed an armor on her body and a pair of charming, white thighs.

“What’s the problem, Tesla? Grab the weapon and let’s move!” She approached the man on pigeon steps.

“Tell you what, Queena, a peasant is trying to teach me manners,” Tesla sneered.

Queena glanced at Fosah and Laffitte, then at Angor and Dave. She tried to speak, but her attention was attracted by something shining with an arc-shaped light.

“What… is that?” Queena pointed at the tool bench behind Dave.

Everyone looked that way. There were all kinds of miscellaneous objects scattered on the bench. At a corner, there was a glass case which contained a crescent-shaped object that glimmered with a cold aura.

…

“Hey, boy. Can I check that out?” Queena pointed at the object.

Dave also recognized this “Queena” as someone who accompanied Naru, but he showed them the glass case anyway.

He placed the case on the counter which drew everyone’s attention.

Inside the case was a short-bladed scythe with inconspicuous patterns on it. The elegant arc of the weapon was releasing a faint blue light which was reflected on the glass and gave them the delusion of seeing a moon.

“It’s a tiered alchemy weapon!” Queena sensed the power of runes on the blade and revealed wild excitement.

Every new item created by Prome would attract countless people to the shop to fight over it. A stock of tiered alchemy weapons would get sold out in a matter of minutes. They were not expecting to see an available one here at all.

As people inspected the scythe, Tesla tossed an even bigger money pouch onto the desk without a second thought. “I’m buying it!”