Warlock Apprentice

“Ha. I’ll not.” Dave looked determined.

Prome watched the conversation between the two kids with a grin. He was glad that Angor was a friend of his assistant. He was always satisfied with Dave’s swift reactions when dealing with people. To Prome, Dave’s relation with Angor only made his assistant more valuable to him.

“Once I get the request done, maybe I can give Dave some proper training,” Prome thought to himself.

“Blackjack kinda messed everything up. I was going to ask, what did you come for today? And don’t tell me you’re here to see Master Prome. Master never planned to come today,” Dave said.

“Oh oops… I almost forgot about it myself,” said Angor as he scratched his hair. “I came to thank you and Master Prome for saving me. But I ran into some problems on the way, and I need to buy a wizard robe now.”

Angor explained his experience in the tailor shop.

Prome smiled. “A wizard robe is only a basic alchemy item, but it’s already considered tiered. Only an apprentice alchemist can make one. Of course, ordinary tailors don’t have them.”

“I don’t know,” Angor scoffed. He was glad he chose to give Baron Milk an indifferent and unfriendly character. He could not think of other ways to talk to Baroque.

“A piece of advice for a promising young man. You’ll encounter someone completely different in Level 15. It’ll be difficult to get over them just using a bird who knows the sequence of gravity.”

Baroque was still smiling, but his words contained a hint of threat.

Under his hood, Angor’s eyes glimmered with hatred.

“Is that so? Thanks,” Angor spoke in the same cold tone and turned to leave.

Baroque watched him go and grew a bit puzzled.

“I was… expecting a different attitude from him.”

The figure of a decent-looking woman appeared behind Baroque.

“The Green Velvet spores in his body vanished. It must be Sunders who can deal with them so quickly. Also, Sunders sent a phantom servant to fight matches in his place. It seems Angor is really important to that man.”

“Sunders should know that we can recognize his servant, and he still did so. Maybe he’s warning us as well,” Baroque replied.

“You mean… Sunders already learned about our connection with Bouy?”

“I don’t know. He probably didn’t. He was just warning us since his student got wounded so badly in Sky Tower,” Baroque pondered. “Well, he’s on the top floor now. I don’t think anything’s going to happen.”

“I see. I’m wondering though… If Sunders wants to protect Angor, why doesn’t he simply give the kid a ticket to the garden instead of allowing Angor to risk his life in the tower?”

“Who knows… Have you learned anything from your end, Melantha?” With Angor’s matter done, Baroque asked something else in a serious tone.

“A little, and I’m not sure it’s related to the quarantine of that place,” Melantha answered.

“Go ahead.”

“Samantha sent her scout avatar to Rein Mute, and Rein went to Phantom Island yesterday. After that, Rein sealed the place up.”

“We know what Samantha wants. Sunders’ Sorcerer’s Garden,” Baroque scoffed. “The fools want to go for the offspring of the very grand demon… Such insolence. I don’t think Rein would ask Sunders to join, or they’ll lose more than the lives of a few people.”

Baroque frowned. “This has nothing to do with the quarantine though. Is there something involved which we don’t know about?”

…

Angor left Sky Tower and slowly got over his rage against Baroque.

It was a miserable day. He would never come to the tower ever again regardless of Baroque’s taunt.

It was 5:30 p.m. in the afternoon. Those who saw his matches could recognize him easily thanks to the bizarre color on him.

On his way back, Angor received all kinds of attention as well as a group of stalkers who clearly did not come to show hospitality.

He walked to somewhere far-off and before the stalkers could even realize what he wanted to do, Angor ordered Toby to go for them.

Under Toby’s absolute speed advantage, they were all sitting ducks who quickly became a pile of motionless bodies in a matter of minutes.

Angor did not tell Toby to hold back, and he did not know whether they were dead, nor did he care at all. Angor made sure that no one could stand up and follow him before he spat in disgust and left the area.