Warlock Apprentice

Fosah explained his offer to Dave “sincerely”.

And Dave knew that their offer was pretty good in the market. Dave’s own evaluation for the Tang Dao was around ten magic crystals. Fosah’s price was beyond his expectation.

Dave glanced at Angor, but Angor shook his head.

Since Angor decided so, Dave had to follow his wish. After all, Angor was the owner of the weapon.

“It’s not for sale for the moment. If you really want to buy it, please come back next week.”

Fosah was pretty confused now. “Can you tell me why?”

Dave hesitated. He did not know either since Angor had never told him the reason.

“Yeah. There are many people who want to join Mister Blackjack!” Fosah chimed in.

Blackjack’s cold expression did not change, but he somehow felt better at all the flattering.

“So you know that kid? I mean the one wearing the same style as me but who looks less handsome?”

“Angor? We’re recruits of the same year,” Fosah answered.

“Those were pretty nice clothes. I wonder where he ordered them. Did he bring them to Brute Cavern himself?”

“I wouldn’t really pay attention to the clothes of a guy—” Laffitte said when Fosah quickly pulled his sleeve to stop him.

“Ahem!” Fosah continued, “I think I heard that he’s the child of a noble family of some place. But we never saw him wearing an adult gentleman suit before.”

Laffitte tried to remember as well. “Yeah… but I think I saw his teacher wearing similar clothes.”

“Teacher? Who’s his teacher?” Blackjack grew curious.

“Well, he’s called the ‘killing machine in the south’, Phantom Master Sunders. Lucky bastard. I don’t know how they knew each other. Sunders was already giving Angor special treatment before we even reached Brute Cavern.” Laffitte grew a bit jealous.

Blackjack stopped his movement.

“What did you say??” Blackjack grabbed Laffitte’s collar and revealed a frenzied expression.

Laffitte had no idea what he had done wrong. “Uh, I said Angor was really lucky-”

“WHO IS HIS TEACHER?!”

Laffitte jumped at Blackjack’s outburst and stuttered. “It’s Sun-Mister Sunders.”

Blackjack pushed Laffitte away. “I heard that Mister Sunders took a new student, but he chose such a useless brat?? Balls!”

He turned around and stomped toward Prome’s Alchemy Shop with an angered look.

“What’s the matter, boss??”

“I’m going to kill that sh*tter! I should be the one! I want him DEAD!” Blackjack advanced on heavy steps as if nothing in the world would change his decision.

Fosah and Laffitte looked at each other in doubt. The one? What did Blackjack mean?

More importantly… why did both of their bosses want to kill Angor so badly??

Blackjack pushed his way into the shop in rage. He did not notice that a big figure entered the shop along with him.

Blackjack went straight toward Angor. “Get the fu*ck out, you loser! I’m going to cut you in half and no one’s stopping me!!”

He took out a card at the same time. There was the picture of a wilted man whose neck was tangled in a rope on the card.

“Card: Death Invitation of the Hanged Man!”

As Blackjack called out, the shadow of a hanged man emerged from the card and rushed at Angor with a rope in his hand.

Angor looked at the attack with unchanged expression.

“Get lost!” Someone bellowed beside Blackjack.

Blackjack found himself kicked out of the door by someone before he could react.

The card in his hand was torn in half, and he vomited blood at the same time.

“Messing up my shop… Blackjack! You think I can’t kill you?!”