Warlock Apprentice

White Bear paused at the question before speaking out, “The fate has guided us—”

“Human speech, brother,” said Angor. He kept pretending to be of cold temperament but with a little extra impatience this time.

White Bear scratched his head in a silly manner. He thought Angor was agitated for real. “Because, uh, I’m wearing a couple set with your bird. That’s the guidance of fate.”

Couple set? Bird?

Angor was taken aback. Then he looked at Toby, who had been standing on his shoulder.

Toby chose different clothes to wear every day. Greya prepared countless selections for him. Today, Toby was wearing a fluffy animal costume, but it was not a bear. The bird was dressed as a white otter.

Considering Toby’s miniature figure… the pair of adorable otter ears did look like a bear.

Blackjack kept taunting for a while. Even if he was playing a distant and wordless character, Angor thought he should at least reply a little.

Angor humphed. “You think you can become him if you copy his clothes? What a joke.”

None of the audiences understood what Angor meant. Even Angor was not sure if Blackjack could comprehend those words. He just spoke like that to improve his image; by pretending that he knew everything about his enemy.

The audiences remained silent for a while. Him? What was Baron Milk talking about?

Blackjack, however, quickly put on a completely different expression. “Who the heck are you?! How did you know my deepest secret?!”

Angor was speechless now. Your deepest secret? What’s going on?

Blackjack’s expression shifted. In the end, he squinted his eyes and displayed a really wicked look.

“I was only planning to pluck your nails one by one and remove all your limbs. Since you know my secret… I’d rather you die!”

Angor remained speechless. What’s his problem? Is his secret all about copying Sunders?

…

When the countdown reached zero, the magic-inhibiting array on the stage was lifted. Angor felt his mana flow returning and quickly began constructing a spell model.

But Blackjack moved faster.

The man revealed an eerie smile and took out four cards from his pocket.

“Fafafafa… Card, Kiss of the Tongueless.”

A beautifully crafted card was tossed into the air. A shadow of a tongueless individual suddenly emerged from the card and covered the area above Angor.

“Quickened spell?” Angor immediately thought about such a word. The shadow’s immediate effect caused Angor to panic a little.

The shadow was not really fast, which somewhat soothed Angor’s panic. He thought it was just some kind of attacking spell, so he quickly moved aside. However, instead of attacking him, the tongueless shadow only stayed afloat above his head while kissing the air like mad.

Angor looked at the worming lips of the kissing shadow in disgust and cursed in a low voice. That was when he realized he could not speak anymore.

He recalled White Bear’s words; that Blackjack could seal someone’s voice to prevent his opponent from surrendering. Previously, Angor thought it was only a sound-related spell, not such a… bizarre-looking trick.

Angor controlled his mana flow fluently. Seemed like the tongueless shadow only blocked his voice and nothing else was affected.

Blackjack noticed Angor’s panic and revealed another cold smile. He picked out another card from the three cards he was holding.

From a quick look, Angor saw a man with a really long tongue whose neck was tangled in a rope printed on the card.

That looked like something that could hurt or restrict people, and Angor did not wish to experience it. Before Blackjack could throw the card, Angor quickly reached under his black robe and released a golden light beam which pierced the air and reached Blackjack in an instant.

The light beam was too fast. Blackjack already noticed it, but his body could not react in time since he was not a Bloodline wizard.

The beam pierced Blackjack’s left arm. Blood splashed out quickly.

Blackjack yelled in pain and knelt on the ground. He held his wounded arm and looked up at Angor. “You know Quickened spell?? That’s impossible!”

Angor humphed again to maintain his arrogant image, but he had already begun to build another cantrip model in secret.

Blackjack looked at the giant hole on his arm and clenched his teeth. He took out a card decorated with the image of a flower-watering goddess. The card melted into a warm puddle and slowly mended his bleeding wound.

“Thank god Baron Milk is such a newb who doesn’t know he should finish me off when I’m down. Fafafa… Once I patched up my arm, I’ll grind you under my heel!” Blackjack frowned and cursed. He now felt both lucky and a little anxious.