Warlock Apprentice

Flora did not intend to remind them at all. Instead, she cast an interested glance towards the young man standing behind Lady Merlin, Easley.

Such a rich spirit cloud, and those energetic spirit ripples… Flora ginned. He got potential. A talent fitted for the path of spiritual power.

Flora’s eyes rolled around, then she cast a floating spell and moved to Easley with a sweet smile.

“Hey, honey, do you want to come to the Brute Cavern? Big sis can introduce you to a mentor!” She reached out a white finger and gave Easley a gentle tap.

Easley shivered as if he was just electrocuted. A pink shade quickly covered his handsome face.

Flora was floating in front of Easley. Thick mist lingered behind her back. The air was damp, and Easley was sweating in his palms. The scene had become a fixed painting for him. This was the first time he felt such warm emotion since his childhood partner was murdered by the Silverheron Family.

Flora appeared young. She had a slim, short body and an innocent smile. Behind those blackish green eyes carried something deep behind them. Every gesture—a raised eyebrow or a mild glance—would release something irresistibly charming. Just like her voice, the combination of something from two extremes.

Easley was still hesitating. He felt disappointed. Jellal noticed his condition and glared at him, “Get behind, you little disgrace.”

Easley’s face quickly went pale. He gulped and stood backward in fear.

However, no one noticed the small trace of darkness lingering in his eyes, and his tightly-clenched fists hidden under his sleeves.