Warlock Apprentice

Three days later, Angor returned to the sky and saw Toby coming, who muttered something in disappointment.

“You never saw Torras? I see…”

His scout puppets had almost covered the entire island during their search. This meant Torras was indeed hiding in a secret spot they couldn’t see.

Angor looked at the moderate-sized mountains below and suddenly got an urge to dig them up completely. But he decided not to on second thought. If he did something so radically, he would definitely leave a lot of traces behind that would help others track him down later.

The search was not completely in vain, however, as one of the puppets suddenly sent him a signal.

By following the small river with lots of skeletons underwater, the puppet arrived at another mountain chain where it discovered a small lake area.

There was a ship parked at the edge of the lake.

It wasn’t a strange thing to find more ships since the “Ship’s Grave” wasn’t far, but this clue might be worth investigating because the puppet saw a pirate ship.

As a pirate, Torras came here on a ship and would also leave on a ship. This was likely why he showed up in front of Angor, because he feared Angor was going to destroy his ship, his only way out.

Unfortunately, the abundant negative energy inside Torras easily seized command and forced Torras to become violent again, leaving Angor with no chance of scrutinizing for more information.

Angor evaded the attack and took out his gun.

Upon seeing this, Torras immediately turned tail and dived into the distance.

“Darn it, not this again…” Angor shook his head and moaned.

…

Somewhere thousands of kilometers away from Silver Palm Isle, a small, silver canoe was gliding across the water under the sun at an unbelievable speed.

There were two passengers on the boat. At the front stood a small boy with a pair of pointy canine teeth and black bat wings behind his back. He looked rather adorable if one didn’t mind the large locks and shackles hanging on his limbs that connected him to a wooden pole at the back of the boat by several really thick chains.

Beside the pole, a dark-skinned man wearing a tuxedo was lying on an armchair enjoying the sun. He had unbuttoned his suit just to get more sunlight on his muscled chest.

The boy steering the ship carefully glanced at the man and muttered all the curses he could think of under his breath.

“What are you doing, Darky?” the sunbathing man asked.

Darky jumped a little and wondered if he just spoke those dirty words out loud when he was supposed to express them in his mind.

“Nothing, Master.” Darky feigned a flattering smile. “I’m just wondering why this part is so empty. No reefs, no beasts, not anything.”

“Empty? Not really. You have no idea how much danger lurked below us behind the peaceful facade.”

Darky licked his fangs. “I’m just a lowly imp with a bad brain, Master. Sorry, but I don’t know what that means.”

“Really? Now that you mentioned it, we SHOULD be careful about the threats out there,” the suited man said while slowly looking down.

He saw Darky’s pointy imp tail had sunk into the bottom of the boat and was submerged in water. Strangely, the tail went through the boat without causing any damage as if it was designed to pass through obstacles.

“Now speak, what did you find?” The man glared at Darky, who looked pretty disappointed for exposing his small moves.

Darky remained quiet for a while until he felt the lock around his neck tightening dangerously before he finally spoke, “I saw a giant ray fish, Master. I think there’s a palace building on its back.”

“Oh, that must be Brigitte. Huh… so Sliv is here.”

As soon as he spoke those words, the mentioned ray fish slowly emerged from the surface of the water and quietly stayed afloat in their view.

“What are you doing here, Mariyasah?”