Chapter 751 - Basket Witch
Angor perfectly blended in with the color of night and moved above Yothur City, and the occasional golden runes shown on his boots did not give him away at all.
Upon arriving at Sunken Street, he gazed at Gurman’s small yet comfy yard from above, as well as the warm light shining through the windows.
The window on the second floor was left open, through which he saw a man in a black robe reading some files in the candlelight. Those were the same files he read several days ago.
This robed man must be the “first guest” mentioned by Gurman. Also, Angor already felt magical power coming from this person. But it seemed it was only an apprentice who had not been learning wizardry for much time.
The guest put down the files and was now questioning Gurman with an irritated look, clearly not satisfied with the result.
By reading their lips, Angor saw Gurman giving the robed man a similar explanation as what he heard last time, that more information about Lucas could only be found in the Anrum Monarchy.
Next, the robed guest tossed a small pouch to Gurman and left.
After asking Toby to keep track of him, Angor floated to Gurman’s window.
He knew something was off and stayed cautious.
The robed man slowly stood up with his head jerked to an inhuman angle. At the same time, Angor felt the air around him getting wet for some reason.
Before he knew what was going on with the environment, the moisture formed a blue bubble that locked him inside.
When he noticed that the bubble was too sturdy for him to break physically, he prepared a cantrip and unleashed flames around him to burn the bubble off.
The fire did eat away the water slowly, but the bubble also drew more water from the sea and recovered. Angor never managed to get the opening big enough to escape.
“Just stop. There’s no way you’re defeating the endless water elements here,” the robed man said.
Angor glanced that way and saw the man’s neck still broken, which looked pretty horrifying.
“You’re not alive…” Angor frowned. “An alchemy puppet?”
“Ho, you read a lot of books, I see. Are you with the basket witch? But I never heard that hag recruiting guys before.”
“Who’s ‘basket witch’?”
“If you’re not her man, there’s no point in keeping you then.”
A different type of moisture began to fill up the bubble.
The robed man saw Angor still using fire against his prison and snickered. “Give up. You’re not getting out of that.”
“Oh really?”
Following the sound of an explosion, a giant flaming beast showed up from Angor’s position and burst the bubble open. Before the robed man could recover from his shock, the beast rushed at him with Angor on its back.
“An alchemy puppet is meaningless to me, but this whale’s horn must be a nice material. Don’t mind if I do.”