Warlock Apprentice

The floor shook as the jingling sound of bells was heard.

Kanter looked outside and saw a gigantic white bear as large as a snow mountain slowly emerging from the dark forest in the distance.

There was a church building made of ice on top of the creature. As the bear moved, the bells hanging around the building clinked cheerfully.

“Here’s Dokibell and another group of workers,” Kanter commented.

A piece of yellowish parchment floated down from the church and slowly landed on the windowsill of the magic hut.

Kanter opened the window and picked it up. “Let me see here… Which unlucky bastard sent their apprentices here to die? Oh, we got 36 people from Valley of Breeze, 17 high-level apprentices from Tree of Paradise, 7 weak ones from Forren Family. Huh… Looky here, Sunders. Brute Cavern also sent one apprentice. A level-3. Didn’t you say that Brute Cavern is out of this?”

Sunders was also surprised to hear about it. As planned, Brute Cavern should provide capable combat power, meaning, wizards. They didn’t need to provide apprentices as cannon fodder.

Sunders waved his walking cane to summon the parchment to him and read it.

Angor proceeded to explain the knowledge that was common among apprentices. “Just like humans, mermaids have social classes among them. There are the Figgs, who usually dwell around the Shampoo Coast. The Black Jail Mermaids at White Sand Sea. The Pruss Mermaids at Fantasia Canal… so on. They have different looks on their skin, scale color, size, language, and traditions. The figurehead of The Limpet is a Siren, right? They say that Sirens are close relatives to mermaids.

“While low-class mermaids usually can’t resist the temptation of human blood, better ones know how to control their desire.”

As Angor talked, Tulu slowly painted a fantastic picture of mermaids in his mind.

“Awesome… I wonder what their songs sound like. Ehh… Mister Padt?” Tulu’s ears suddenly twitched. “Did you hear that?”