Warlock Apprentice

Since the Supreme Cult routinely searched the shops, Angor believed that Rosy Boutique couldn’t provide what he was looking for. Without tarrying any longer, he left through the door.

The saleswoman was still wondering who that boy was. She suddenly remembered that the boy showed her an Acoustic Illusion before entering the store.

There were very few apprentices talented in illusions. Even if someone would like to cross-learn other subjects, they usually chose easier skills such as Elemental spells, but not Occult.

There’s no way such a young man has enough time to learn illusions as a secondary major, so that boy is originally an Illusionist? Speaking of Illusionist apprentices in the city…

The woman immediately thought about the rumored figure, about whom people still occasionally talked about during mealtime even though it had been a long time since the garden challenge was completed.

Recently, many magazines would interview the survivors to create more eye-catching articles, and the interviewed apprentices were just glad that they gained popularity and fame.

There was one particular apprentice who never met with any journalist and still owned the top columns in various magazines.

Mister Phantom’s student.

“I guess he likes this way better?” Pierre commented.

“I’m not selling myself!” the man protested. “I just… need some money to stay alive, but I don’t know anything other than fighting, so I thought someone could use my muscles.”

Angor raised an eyebrow. “Man, I thought your shop is just another slave shop. But I see this is legit ’employment’.”

“Huh?” Pierre looked surprised to hear those words. “Oh, I do provide a place for people to temporarily hire workers, but my business is still mainly focused on dealing with slaves. Do you want slaves, sir? We have skillful maids that we smuggled in from Manda Plane, cat girls, rigid and aloof big sisters, gentle ladies perfect for being your housewives… Everything! Just say the word and I’ll help you look for it.”

“Can I um, browse them first?”

“No problem. Come with me!”

Following Pierre, Angor stepped through the tiny entrance and after walking down some stairs, he reached a relatively large area that looked completely different than the cramped space outside. In fact, it was generally larger than Rosy Boutique, just without as many people inside.

The round main hall was carefully decorated to accommodate guests. There were a cozy fireplace and hot tea, and all the furniture smelled like fresh sandalwood.

Angor would admit that he already took a liking to this place.

Several individuals in the hall looked his way to see who was the “first guest of the month”, but they only saw Angor’s hooded robe instead.

Angor looked around to see if anyone here belonged to another plane, and he was disappointed when he found none.

“Like I said, tell me if you have special needs, sir. Even if we don’t have what you seek right now, we can remain in connection so that I can help you find a suitable slave later,” Pierre said as he invited Angor to a sofa beside the lit fireplace.

Angor did meet with a number of otherworldly life forms before, but he had no idea which ones he could actually buy with money.

Pierre mentioned a “maid brought from Manda Plane”, yet Angor wasn’t interested in the least. For one, he was too young to understand how maids worked in private. And he could never find the courage to bring a maid to Sunders’ manor. No matter what was his reason, he couldn’t imagine what would happen if the stern gentlemen were to find out that his young student had purchased a woman.

For this reason, Angor would avoid asking for any females. At least he was not going to look for human ladies.

A name suddenly came to his mind as he remembered something he heard from Twilight Auction.

“Crystal Folks. Do you have any Crystal Folk that I can hire?”