Warlock Apprentice

Angor and Tulu successfully reached Yamei Province the next morning. As for Shannon, Angor earlier dropped her at Minous, which was the biggest city of Yamei’s neighboring province, because Shannon was suffering from some serious airsickness and couldn’t stay with them in her condition.

Gondola entered the vicinity of Waterford at dawn.

Waterford was the closest city to Grue Town and was only a mid-tier city in Yamei. Angor always believed this place to be huge since he didn’t travel to many places during his childhood. After all the adventures in these years, however, he could see that Waterford was only slightly bigger than Freighting Town while being a lot duller in comparison to Freighting Town because the entire city was of a dim, black theme where every building was made out of bricks produced in the same, clichéd style.

In a sense, Waterford looked a lot tidier and coordinated, but this could also be seen as too stereotypical.

“Look, Mister Padt.” Tulu pointed somewhere.

Angor was already observing the city, which he always considered to be a fun place before, so he knew what Tulu meant to show him.

The city gate.

There was a crowd of battered people waiting outside the sealed city gate. And when the sunlight of dawn slowly moved to shine upon the city, the city guards opened the gate to let everyone inside.

Upon hearing his father’s name, Jordan wondered whether he should tell Angor that Padt Manor had been closed off and would accept no visitors.

“This way, please. I’ll take you to Old George.”

On their way, Angor saw many familiar townsfolk who greeted Jordan in a friendly manner. However, he wasn’t in the mood to feel the scent of home yet because he knew something was wrong with his family.

And that gloomy aura… did it come directly from Padt Manor, if I’m not mistaken?

Jordan took them to a traditional-looking log house and opened the door.

“Yo, son. Why are yer wonderin’ around instead of keeping yer post? Who’s those two?”

“Dad, they are—”

Before he could finish talking, the middle-aged man in the room gave him a painful whack on the head.

“Call me Sheriff when working, yer little moron! How many times do I needa tell you?!”

Jordan rubbed where he was hit with a sad look. “Mister-Mister Sheriff.”

George nodded and looked at Angor and Tulu. “Who are these?”

“This man here is looking for the viscount, Sheriff, saying that he’s a friend of Viscount Padt. I think he was your guest five years ago, or so he said. Was he?”

George looked at Angor up and down. He unsheathed Jordan’s sword and pointed it at Angor.

“Never saw you before. Who are ya? Whaddaya want here??!”

Jordan watched his father’s aggressive response and didn’t know what had happened.

Angor gave the sheriff a careful look. He then turned around to close the room’s door.

“Mister George. It’s been pretty long.”