Warlock Apprentice

A large patch of frost suddenly appeared on the ground.

Someone just cast a Frost spell on the arena!

The apprentice who tried to kick Angor’s head lost his balance and stumbled to the floor.

This spell was nothing like the basic cantrip used by “Monarch of Eternal Freeze”. It covered the entire stage.

The weaker apprentices were all caught by surprise and fell down in their own places.

As everyone was struggling to get up, a mighty gale came and brought up many ice shards into the air.

The stage was now covered by flying ice shards which prevented the apprentices from seeing anything.

“No… it’s not the taint we usually talk about. It looks like some green powder substance, which has occupied his entire body. Blood vessels, organs, bones… His bleeding is also caused by the powders.” Prome considered for a moment before saying, “I don’t know what the powder is, but it won’t be easy to get rid of them.”

“Green powder?” Dave frowned and muttered, “Did Parasite Queen do it?”

“Should be. The powder doesn’t belong to Angor’s organs, so it must be left there not long ago. I want to know though, why did Parasite Queen do it to Angor? What was her reason?” Prome thought about all kinds of strange matters around today’s match. Everything was still a mystery.

“Parasite Queen’s dead, and we won’t know anything before Angor wakes up. His rage back there seems so real. I almost felt it myself. Angor is not someone who would kill people without a reason, so he must know something,” Dave commented. “The important thing is, how do we help him now?”

“The green powders stayed in his body in a very persistent way… they don’t come out with his blood. Let me see. I’ll perform a little surgery and extract some green powder to do an experiment on it. I need to know what it is before figuring out how to deal with it.”

“It’s only the way…” Dave was still worrying about Angor.

Prome quickly found some surgery tools. As he disinfected the tools and moved a scalpel to Angor, a strange figure suddenly appeared beside the bed.

“Who is it??” Dave jumped at the sudden appearance of the stranger.

Prome thought one of the mobs had come. When keeping the assailants away, he did not hide his face since he was confident that no one among the mobs would ever come and find trouble afterward.

Prome threw his scalpel at the figure out of instinct.

The blade stopped in midair before reaching the intruder.

Prome stared at the floating scalpel in shock.

The next second, the scalpel launched itself in the opposite direction, slicing past Prome’s earlobe and stuck into the wall behind him.

“My spell barrier didn’t work?!”

Drops of blood emerged from the cut on his earlobe.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye. Even though Prome was dumbfounded at his injury, they still took the time to check who it was.

“You-you’re-Mister Sunders!” Dave looked at the handsome gentleman and stuttered.

Prome also realized who had come, and his anger at getting a bleeding ear quickly submerged. It was already a miracle by how Sunders only damaged his ear for his “rude welcome”.

“Mister Sunders!” Prome bowed down while trembling. “I-I didn’t know it was you, sir. Please, please forgive my carelessness.”

Sunders humphed.

Prome’s legs gave out and slumped on the floor.

And Dave was still too terrified to do anything.

“You saved Angor, so I’ll let it pass this time,” said Sunders. His expression was still cold.

Angor?

Prome and Dave both looked up upon hearing that name. Did Sunders know Angor?

Sunders waved a hand at Angor’s figure and the latter then disappeared from the bed.

“I’m taking him away,” Sunders’ own body began to fade, obviously leaving as well.

“Wait, Mister!” Dave suddenly spoke.

Sunders stopped his teleportation.

Dave pointed to Angor’s possessions on the bedstand. “They’re Angor’s stuff.”

Prome rolled his eyes while trying not to show it. You ungrateful fool! Sunders wasn’t going to take them away! Why did you—I could have kept them here and checked them out!

Sunders waved his hand again. His figure disappeared along with the items.

Dave and Prome stayed on the ground for another three minutes.

Once they were sure Sunders would not come back, they both sighed in relief and further collapsed on the floor.

“My legs… weren’t working, when a formal wizard is around.”

“That’s a level-2 wizard, someone well-known in the entire south.”

They looked at each other in embarrassment when Prome broke the silence first. “So what is their relationship to each other?”

Dave shook his head. “I don’t know, sir. Angor never told me.”

“I think I heard it from one of the wizards, that Mister Sunders found a new student last year… Do you know who is Angor’s mentor?”

Dave was surprised by the question and grew even more embarrassed.

“I… never asked him.”