Warlock Apprentice

In the next two days, instead of working on other spirit tunnels, Angor re-opened the vortex to draw more primal mana.

He read about something in a wizard anecdote that building the mana pool earlier would make it easier to stabilize and prevent the mana from backfiring, which could also help him build a better spirit model.

This was why Angor decided to establish his mana pool first before continuing with his spirit model construction. Besides, Sunders asked him to become an apprentice in a month, which was only a little more than ten days away. He had to make it happen in order not to miss this deadline.

On the third evening, after Angor created the singular point, he finally felt that the point was getting a bit filled. The singular point now looked several times bigger. Just as Angor was fearing that the sphere would explode on itself, it slowly shrank again while releasing an extremely pure mana flow back into his mind space.

Unlike the gray, muddy-looking primal mana that he received from the vortex, the new mana flow was transparent. These two types of mana existed in harmony in his mind and never interfered with each other.

After several more days, pure mana slowly built up in his mind and gathered around the singular point and eventually condensed into a strange shape that looked like a cocoon.

This was the initial state of the mana pool: a magic cocoon.

“Kid, I asked you a question, and I want an answer. Or I’ll you kick you down the bridge.” Their “boss” looked at Angor again.

Angor thought Hookdick sent someone to attack him again, but after listening to their previous conversation, he believed otherwise. So people had gathered here? Angor looked around and noticed many people floating around the place, staring at Phantom Island with tensed expression.

Judging from their clothing and the bone cards on them, they appeared to be apprentice wizards in Brute Cavern.

They all noticed when Angor was stopped by someone, but they only cast a cold glance before disregarding the scene again.

“Who are you? What’s going on here?” Angor asked a question instead.

“We’re the one doing the asking. Don’t you play dumb!” Becker seemed to be the testy type. He tossed his meat away and stomped toward Angor quickly. “You wanna get punched, yeah?”

Angor quickly stepped back. At the same time, Toby descended from the sky and hovered in front of the fatty.

Becker waved a hand to chase the bird away, but he immediately felt pain coming from the back of his hand.

Becker only saw something flashed past his eyes. Then a bloody gash appeared on his hand.

“A Summoner’s apprentice?” The leading man muttered to himself.

“Should be. A familiar good at speed, but with weak attacking abilities,” Teuton added.

Receiving an injury so soon, Becker quickly became furious. Magic ripples emerged from his body.

“Hey, Becker, I suggest that you stay down. I’m warning you.” A clear yet cold female voice was heard.

Becker turned around and looked at a black-robed woman floating a hundred meters away from them. Then the fatty showed a mildly terrified expression as he asked, “Nanagi… Don’t tell me you want to help this little bastard?”

Nanagi?

Angor looked at the speaking woman as well. She was all covered up, but from her voice, she must be the woman Angor met in the resource distribution hall.

“I don’t know him at all. Why would I help him?” Nanagi sneered.

“Then why the f*ck did you stop me?” Becker asked while he squinted.

“I told you what I should. It’s your own problem whether you listen to me.”

With that, Nanagi leaped away and landed on a faraway cloud. She did not look back again.

“Humph! I don’t believe it. If she wanted to stop me, I’ll go for it instead!” Becker sneered and began channeling his mana again.

His leader suddenly called out, “Get back here, Becker.”

The fatty revealed a frustrated look upon hearing his boss’ order, but he still complied.

“I don’t care who you are. Our mission is to stop any suspicious wanderer who wants to intrude Phantom Island. If you want to get past us, prove your identity,” said the leader. He somehow removed his sloppy attitude and spoke to Angor in a serious manner.

Angor revealed his bone card. When the trio’s boss checked the card, he stepped aside without saying anything further.

When Angor was far away, Becker spoke in discontent, “Why did you let that bastard go, boss? His pet cut my hand! At least let me kick his sorry butt.”

His leader shook head and explained in a low voice, “Nanagi wasn’t the only one who looked our way. The Phantom Servants on the island did too. The one with blood magic on his mask even began to gather his talent energy. If you have made a move to the kid, the Phantom Servant would unleash that energy on you in the next second.”

Becker was startled by those words. He glanced at the Phantom Servants on the island and did not see anyone paying attention to them.

“For real, boss?!”

“Yes.”

Also, Nanagi, who was considered a reserve wizard in the organization, spoke up for Angor as well.

Suddenly, a commotion rose among the onlooking apprentices.

The robed man, Teuton, pointed to the distance in surprise. “Look, boss! He entered the Phantom Island!”

Their boss quickly turned around. As per what Teuton said, the kid walked into the woods on Phantom Island without getting attacked by the magic arrays.

The apprentices only stayed outside the island because they feared the powerful magic arrays. Only formal wizards and Phantom Servants were allowed to go in. Now, a kid just broke this rule!

“Just who is he?” The leader of the trio was not the only one who wanted to know the answer now.