Warlock Apprentice

Angor watched Sunders leaving while feeling his heart getting heavier for some reason. He got a feeling that what they saw in Sleepless City was far from the end of it, especially when they just returned from Pocratee. Angor feared that the miserable sight of Pocratee would soon become the morrow of Sleepless City.

They never figured out what Yorkshire wanted to do, and how the monster’s plan would affect Sleepless City.

He shook his head and decided not to worry about someone else’s problems.

Using his Gondola, he entered the boundary of Phantom Island alone.

The sky around Phantom Island always enjoyed peaceful weather. While on his way, Angor’s Gondola attracted many people’s attention when most of the people were sitting on poorly-made broomsticks. When Angor stayed inside the small room hidden behind a starry door curtain, nobody saw who was using the showy boat.

Before going to the center of the island, Angor saw a lady slowly walking toward the entrance of the island on the invisible sky bridge.

“Nausica?” Angor was glad to see her.

Nausica was smoking her new pipe again, which released clusters of smoke that blended in with the drifting clouds nearby, giving her a lovely ambiance.

Angor wondered who she was talking to and slowly opened the door to check, but Greya noticed him.

“Ah, you’re back!”

Angor chuckled helplessly and entered the kitchen.

He saw the receiving end of Greya’s lecture, which was a group of Phantom Servants. These people had white robes instead of black. Apparently, they were responsible for managing cuisine in the manor.

“Where’s your professor? He did not come back with you?” Greya asked while arranging some foodstuffs.

“Mister Wallace asked for his presence, so he went to Sleepless City again.”

Angor explained the general condition in Sleepless City.

Greya made a duck face and returned to her cooking stand while complaining about how Sunders did not know how to cherish good cooking material.

Angor looked around the room and noticed that the chefs had really costly provisions here. However, as Sunders once said, he did not have any Gourmet Wizard in the manor, so all the materials were only processed through basic means before they were served to the table.

Greya had been yelling that the chefs here were “too impotent and small-dicked to fully achieve the full potential of such divine aliment”. That how they had been cooking peasant meals out of royal-level supplies.

Angor would agree. He once joined dinner with Sunders here and decided that he’d never do it again if he had a choice. The meals were terrible both on the outside and when on his tongue. Many of them were served raw when they weren’t supposed to.

“Golly! I won’t do free cooking, but I REALLY can’t stand seeing this happening,” Greya spat. “I’ll prepare a share for you since you’re here. Don’t let it go cold!”

Angor’s eyes twinkled as he nodded rapidly, fearing that Greya would change her mind too soon.