Warlock Apprentice

Could someone who only knew basic mathematics work on differential geometry in only one go?

Of course not. It would probably take him hundreds of times… trying to take the first step.

This was why when Angor planned to “do it in one go”, he ended up lying on the floor with his eyes spinning.

To use his spirit power to make the third slice and create the third surface in his mind space proved to be way harder than he thought.

Most talents would not have much problem doing the first slice, and it would take some time and effort for them to do the second. From the third and on, however, they needed talent and knowledge as well as more time and training.

In his current condition, Angor would need a long time on the third slice.

Days and nights passed. Angor spent all his time in a loop between two conditions: brain exhaustion and lying unconsciously.

Without hesitating, the young man stabbed at Angor’s back.

As a monster, Toby was a lot more cautious to its surroundings compared to Angor. When the young man revealed his weapon, the metal noise and a faint smell of blood on the blade both warned Toby of approaching danger.

Toby turned around and quickly saw the dagger going for Angor’s heart. He did not have the time to warn his master now. Toby launched itself from Angor’s shoulder and dashed out like a flying arrow, talons revealed.

Common people could not catch Toby’s speed when the bird decided to go all-out. The bird did not go for the young man’s vital spot because killing him would not guarantee that his dagger could be stopped. Toby’s target was the man’s hand.

Sharp talons slashed through the young man’s wrist like knives.

He screamed in pain. However, it seemed that he was trained to bear such experience and he quickly maintained his focus. Instead of stopping, the young man’s dagger-wielding hand went for Angor’s back even faster.

Toby’s heart was on edge. If he did not do something quickly, Angor would be injured badly, or worse!

But as a small bird, there was not much he could do now.

Suddenly, a bulky figure dashed between Angor and the young man. The figure grabbed the dagger in a blink of an eye.

Blood came spilling out from the figure’s palm.

The attacker tried to look at the intruder. Before he could get a good look, a hairy knee hit his face and sent him flying.

The mighty force threw him away in a perfect curve in the air. He landed on the ground several meters away and coughed up blood. Next, a dueling sword created a silver trace in the air and pointed against his neck.

Angor found himself pushed aside forcefully by someone. He struggled a little to maintain balance. When he realized the snack sack in his hand was safe, he sighed in relief and turned around to check out what just happened, only to find two more people in front of him.

Balba was standing beside him with a cold expression. The man’s palm was bleeding.

Nausica, in her soft and elegant armor, pointed her dueling sword against the delivery man’s throat. She was also showing a violent look.

Meanwhile, Toby was circling in the air with blood dripping down his talons.

*What the… *

Angor was completely puzzled. What was going on? He was just trying to unlock the door. One second later, some kind of big crisis came about?