Warlock Apprentice

The sound of the wind?

They were now flying at an altitude of several hundred meters. The demon falcon flapped its wings in the shifting clouds, and the howling wind was constantly assaulting their skin.

Angor tried to think of his previous experience. There was nothing wrong with the sound of the wind in his memory.

A stable wind blowing sound could not be used to trigger nodes for illusions, so the Melodious Illusion deployed by Sunders had nothing to do with wind.

Angor frowned.

Was there any other sound apart from wind?

Bird chirp maybe? No.

They finally reached Phantom Island. Angor was still thinking about Sunders’ simple illusion.

It was so simple and illogical, yet it completely fooled him when combined with a Melodious Illusion that affected his mind.

It was an embarrassing experience. However, Angor was glad he learned a lot from it.

While basic illusions were used to trick people’s eyes, Melodious Illusions could trick their minds when used correctly. If used together, they made a great combination by creating way better illusions.

In the world of wizards, one plus one was no longer a simple mathematical question. What people could gain by combining different knowledge was always unknown.

On their way back, Angor felt something strange.

The Phantom Island was always a lively place full of fantastical beasts. Why was it so quiet today?

Angor followed behind Sunders and when he stepped into the manor, he saw a group of Phantom Servants standing in a straight line solemnly.

Next, he felt great mana energy covering him up.

When Angor tried to ask what happened, he realized he could no longer make any sound.

Is this… the level-1 cantrip, Silence? No. The cantrip only works on a single target.

Then it must be the level-2 cantrip, Ward of Silence?

Angor once witnessed the power of the spell from Mara before he came to Fey Continent.

The point was, whoever cast the large-scale spell in the home of a powerful wizard did not come to show friendliness. Even Flora would never attempt something like this in Sunder’s manor.

Did Sunders’ enemy come for him?

Angor carefully glanced at his professor and saw the gentleman staring at the end of the hallway with a frown.

“Took you long enough, Sunders.” Someone appeared from the hallway.

It was someone who looked quite aged. But his age did nothing to bend his body. This man was dressed in gray trousers and a white shirt covered in a brown, checkered vest. Everything on him was carefully trimmed and tidied. The old man’s slicked hair was so smooth that not a single stray string could be seen.

Angor’s first thought was that he was someone who followed very strict principles.

“Mister Rein. To what honor do I owe the pleasure of having you in my humble abode?” Sunders removed his top hat and bowed to the visitor.

All the Phantom Servants followed his example and bowed down.

Angor was still wondering who this was. Sunders’ action already told him that the old man had to be someone important. Therefore, the boy remained calm and bent down as well.

“Mister Rein” ignored the respectful attention and walked straight to Sunders with a somewhat frustrated look. “You should already know why I am here.”

Sunders pondered. “Someone asked you to come, sir?”

“Yes. It’s Samantha.”

“I see. She’s the only person I can think of that might convince you, Mister Rein. Looks like I’ve no right to decline this time,” Sunders spoke.

Rein opened his mouth, only to sigh in the end. “Let’s… talk about it inside. It’s not really a difficult task.”

As Rein and Sunders walked away, Angor wondered if he should follow or simply return home.

“Wait here just a bit. I still have something to tell you later,” Sunders’ voice reached his ears.