Warlock Apprentice

“Are you saying there was an extra painting I told you to bring?”

Angor nodded.

Sunders frowned and tried to remember their exploration earlier, yet he failed to recall anything regarding it.

Angor realized that this was similar to when he took Singularity Dispersive Meditation from Nether City. Back then, Sunders at least knew there was “a certain channeling method book”. Now, however, Sunders completely forgot about the painting. It was as if it was entirely removed from his memory.

“You… Tell me about this item again, in detail.”

Using illusions, Angor described what happened around the strange painting as well as the picture on it.

Sunders’ expression turned stern as he listened.

Greya patted Toby’s giant beak and giggled. “Which old man taught you about freaking seclusions? Is it Sunders? I came here a week ago, and you’ve stayed indoors all the way until now!”

“I… accepted a quest from someone,” Angor explained as he scratched the back of his head. “I need to do a lot of alchemy research these days.”

Greya inspected Angor up and down. “I’ve been hearing rumors about you these days. I mean, according to the magazines, you’ve become a pioneer that represents an entire new generation of young men.”

“Oh, um, you know how magazines work, ma’am, you can’t take their words too seriously.”

“Now now, a level-3 apprentice already? How long did it take you, a few months? And you tell me that the magazines were wrong?”

Despite her cheerful attitude, Greya was truly admiring the amazing training speed displayed by Angor. She still remembered the mortal boy being all timid and jumpy back in her restaurant.

“I guess I was lucky, Lady Greya.”

“Yeah right, luck, pfft. There are several wizards who came here looking for your alchemy service. I guess that’s luck too?”

“Wait, wizards want me to craft for them?” Angor widened his eyes. Sunders never mentioned anything like this to him.

“They’re looking for you alright, but I don’t think they seriously want your help. As far as I can see, they’re looking to expand their business relations and you’re a good choice.” Greya pointed to Sunders’ position. “That teacher of yours chased them away.”

Angor nodded. “Professor did the right thing. I’m not good enough to provide alchemy items to wizards yet.”

Greya rolled her eyes. She was there in Dark Castle when Angor almost created a Mystery weapon! Even though it was true that Isabelle seized half of the Mystery spirit Angor created, the weapon was still considered a great achievement by many wizards.

“So um, Lady Greya, did you come here to visit Toby?” Angor saw Greya’s expression getting threateningly strange and quickly changed the topic.

“Oh, no no. I have something to discuss with your teacher. Might as well check on Toby since I have time. Also, I think I’ll remain here for a while. You can leave Toby to me so that I can give him some proper training. Go mind your own business. Now off you go. Shoo.”

Angor didn’t wish to question the business between two wizards, so he simply nodded.

Toby’s going to have a good time with his old master—

He turned around only to see Toby still giving him that pleading look.

Then Angor looked at the whip in Greya’s hand and somewhat understood what was going to happen.

“Now that Toby gained such wonderful power, I’m not going to see it go to waste,” Greya said before Angor could say anything. “Just so you know, Toby can be a better partner for you if he learns more.”

Angor decided not to protest for now. Greya was Toby’s master and creator after all.

In the end, he gave Toby an apologetic look and turned away.