Warlock Apprentice

Freud said that his old home was located at the depth of Dison Alley.

Angor took a peek and noticed that the path ahead looked rather desolate despite its tidy look.

He then took out a gold coin and gave it to the young guide.

When they stepped into the town, this young man immediately recognized them as travelers and offered his service, and Angor decided to hire him rather than asking for Freud’s help.

The boy seemed to come from a poverty-stricken family too, so Angor also meant to offer a token of kindness.

The small guide was more than happy to receive the hefty coin. Instead of leaving right away, he considered and offered another piece of advice, “Sir, everyone living at Dison Alley has moved away. If you’re looking for people, you should check out the civil service.”

“Moved away?” Angor was going inside the alley already, but he suddenly stopped moving. “Why?”

“It’s um…”

Angor chuckled. Putting the useless trick aside, he could see that Tulu’s water-based potential was improving VERY rapidly. And Tulu wasn’t even an apprentice yet.

They stopped in front of the three-story building, which also reflected the general architecture fashion of the town, just with a way more ominous look.

Tulu saw Angor already entering the main entrance and could only follow behind.

The inside of the building was unsurprisingly dark. In order not to bump into things, Tulu took out a Luminous Stone as a light source, which slightly illuminated the area with a faint green light, causing the environment to look even more unpleasant.

“Where-where-where are we going now, Mister Padt?”

“The basement.”

Following Freud’s instructions, Angor walked behind the stairs and opened a door to the storage closet, causing a small cloud of dust.

“But that’s not the way to the basement, is it?” Tulu moved his light closer and looked into the jumbled room.

Angor looked at the narrow space with a frown without speaking.

“What’s the matter, sir?”

“Someone has been here. Recently. There was too little dust for a place neglected for several years. Now look behind you.”

Tulu complied and found himself staring right at a pair of glowing green eyes. Terrified, he stumbled several steps back, lost his balance, and fell on his butt.

Angor rolled his eyes. “It’s just a toy. You really need to do something about that jumpiness if you want to stay alive in the wizarding world.”

Tulu looked again and saw that he was only looking at a doll figure with a red dress sitting on top of a pile of garbage. It was just that, that emotionless smile looked hideous in the green light.

“*Gulp* I’ll be more careful from now on, sir.”

Without minding Tulu’s words, Angor pointed at the toy. “There are unusual prints on that thing. Someone touched it lately and wiped some dust off.”

He then moved to carry the toy away and uncovered a broken wall lamp hidden behind.

Click!

When Angor pulled the lamp into another position, the floor beside Tulu suddenly slid open and revealed an entrance.

“That’s the way to the basement, I guess,” Angor muttered.

He knew this entrance because Freud told him, but from what he just saw, someone else had gone into the basement very recently.

Did they come and take the Dream Whelk already? Angor thought.