Warlock Apprentice

Number 233 did not add his own comment that there was another name used by the audiences: The Assh*le Son of Someone.

To people, Baron Milk’s powerful familiar and alchemy weapon had to have come from someone else. They believed that Baron Milk possessed an influential background.

This assumption was the reason why despite many people hated Baron Milk to the core, no one actually came looking for trouble outside the matches.

When they were at the door of the manor, Angor suddenly remembered something and asked, “I still have the profile card on me. How were you allowed in the matches without it?”

Number 233 took out a profile card from his robe. “I don’t really know. When choosing an opponent, I told Mister Baroque that I lost the card by accident, and he simply gave me a temporary one. The victories during these days are all recorded in this card. When you go to Sky Tower next time, you can go to the administration and transmit the victories into your original card.”

Baroque didn’t mind the impostor?

“I think that man can easily see through your disguise. He allowed you just so he can earn favor from my professor. Or… he was afraid of professor for some reason,” Angor sneered.

“Do keep them then, Mister Padt. You remind me of Master when he was still young. It was such an enjoyable time…” Goode seemed to be enjoying something in his memory.

Angor left quickly before Goode could start telling his old story.

Angor boarded a sky bus from Falling Cloud Stop. Inside the cabinet, he enjoyed the night breeze while trying to comprehend Sunders’ reminder.

Of course, he remembered Lady Mirror’s favor. But… he did not really like Lady Mirror’s character. Did he simply need to “bring his handsome look” to Lady Mirror as per what Sunders said?

Truthfully speaking, Angor would not visit Lady Mirror like that.

“Small inventions?”

Speaking of inventions, Angor immediately thought about his unfinished music box.

A music box was not really an invention. But… a beautiful illusion and pleasant music would make up for it.

He did not have anything else that would interest Lady Mirror anyway. This toy was his only shot.

He returned to Apprentice Town Eight while going over his thoughts.

The town was quiet in the night. Only the marketplace in the distance was still bright.

Instead of heading home right away, Angor went down into the underground market first.

According to Number 233, the schedule for tomorrow’s matches was already set. There were five matches. He also needed to check the announcement and see whether he was placed for extra matches.

Besides, he had to buy another wizard robe as soon as possible.

The old one was tossed away by Sunders, and he needed something to cover himself up in the tower.

He neither had time nor knowledge to craft his own alchemy robe, or he certainly would try to make one himself.

It was late. However, the underground market was still bustling with people like midday.

The clock suggested that it was past ten o’clock. Only a few people were in front of the announcement screen.

Angor read the screen from top to bottom and saw his name appearing 11 times. He had a match in almost every hour, from seven in the morning till seven in the afternoon.

He was allowed to draw five opponents in one day, which meant six other people chose his name in the lottery pool. It was not normal that Sky Tower gave him so many matches in one day. Angor took a guess that Baroque simply wished he could finish this level quickly and be gone.

His assumption was mostly correct. Although it was not Baroque who wanted him gone. It was the Sky Tower. His matches all ended in “shameless ways”, which did not help them attract audiences and ticket money, so the management team of the tower would like to see him finish his levels as soon as possible.

Angor did a brief calculation and realized the eleven matches would get him enough points to reach level 15. As for his opponents… it did not matter. He was going to ask Toby to finish the remaining job anyway.

Number 233’s words did not give him a good explanation about how bad his name was. Here, however, Angor finally saw how much hate he attracted.

He saw an apprentice trying to decide which match to watch when someone nearby quickly suggested that he should avoid “One-Hit Man”. Next, he explained all kinds of dirty moves of “One-Hit Man” while occasionally cursing something. Even Angor himself began to dislike “Baron Milk” a little.

More apprentices joined the discussion to boycott Baron Milk. Even some mortals agreed with them.

Angor slowly turned to leave. He was getting worried that he would join them as well if he stayed here too long.

When Angor walked away, someone wearing a white bear costume appeared.

“Tonight, is the fated reunion.” He walked to Angor’s original position while muttering. When he arrived, he looked left and right without finding his target.

“Oops… Fate does sometimes go wrong. I came a little too late.”