Warlock Apprentice

“Angor?” Dave still sounded surprised.

Angor removed his hood and revealed his identity.

“It’s really you! Why are you here—I mean, why were you fighting Chloe Brothers?” Dave walked out from behind the middle-aged man and asked. He then said, “Master Prome, this is my friend, Angor.”

“Master Prome?” Angor looked at the man in front of him. So this was the famous alchemist in the underground market?

The man looked a little bit overweight. He was wearing a violet-colored wizard robe decorated with many gold and silver charms. It looked really expensive.

“Ah, so this is the Angor you’re always talking about,” Prome replied. But he did not pay any attention to Dave. Instead, his gaze shifted around the scene and quickly observed everything, including the hole behind Angor, as well as the corpses of a dog and a human nearby.

“Greetings to you, Master Prome,” Angor addressed Prome using his noble manner.

“As for that… I may have an idea,” Prome suggested.

Dave looked at his mentor in bewilderment.

“Here. Check this,” said Prome as he took out a small golden bolt from his sleeve and handed it to Dave.

Dave accepted the object. “An… arrow? It looks… average. No special ripples, made of Starfrost Gold… Huh? Is it ammunition for a bow-shaped alchemy weapon?”

“No.” Prome shook his head.

Dave thought Prome just created a new weapon, so he examined the object as careful as he could.

“It’s too small for a bow. A crossbow maybe? A really small one that can be used single-handedly?” Dave tried.

Instead of answering, Prome mentioned his idea earlier, “I think this is the reason why those people attacked your friend.”

“Attack Angor? For this? Wait, this is not yours, master?”

Prome shook head again. “This golden bolt came from your friend’s robe sleeve, I think he has a remotely-controlled, long-range alchemy weapon hidden on his wrist. I saw it working just now, and it was very deadly. Two or three seconds more and the brothers’ barrier would have been broken. Considering how Canine Master and Red Butterfly usually behaved, they must have gotten greedy about the alchemy weapon so they came to seize it.”

“This is Angor’s alchemy weapon? His professor gave it to him? Oh, I never asked who his professor is,” Dave mumbled before he grew surprised again. “Red Butterfly is here?”

“Red Butterfly” is Balius’ title in Sky Tower. She was an extremely wicked and infamous figure in the underground market who was always described with words like greed, dissolute, lust, and crafty. She was not strong, but she gained the trust of several powerful apprentices using her charming looks. Because of this, few people would bother her for her unpleasant behaviors in the market as they feared her supporters.

“Correct, Red Butterfly also joined the attack. But she died in the pit. Tsk, such a beautiful body, wasted as a pile of broken organs.” Prome recalled the terrible scene he saw with his spirit feelers and sighed.

Dave’s face went pale when hearing about the death of the Red Butterfly.

Becoming an enemy of the Chloe Brothers was not a big deal. But Red Butterfly… if those people behind her back found out, Angor could be—

“You’re worried about your little friend?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Red Butterfly is just an expendable tool in the eyes of Vice. She’s smart enough to pretend that she was in a relationship with Vice, and she did a perfect job at avoiding triggering Vice’s anger, so she both enjoyed Vice’s fame and stayed safe from the man. Still, her vision is too limited. Her death will not cause anything too serious,” Prome explained. “What’s more important is, I want to know who created the alchemy weapon. A weapon which can be controlled freely and remotely, high attack frequency, and with a damage potential that’s beyond average… It isn’t anything ordinary.”