Warlock Apprentice

Angor thought about keeping Freud inside his bracelet just like before. However, the Soul Floret could easily die without someone to look after it. It wasn’t anything valuable, but Angor still didn’t want to throw it away.

With that in mind, he carried the Soul Floret, which was Freud’s temporary home, into one of the neighboring rooms.

The first thing that welcomed him was the smell of fresh grass and flowers. The miniature “skyscraper” in the center of the room was surrounded by patches of plants. The tiny Krakoks were busily working in their fields around the building. The once empty base now had a good number of cultivated farmlands on it, which were filled with different flowers and fruit trees.

The strong ones were all doing their works, while kids were chasing each other for fun. Several older Krakoks were working on wood sculptures. A young Krakok was trying to impress his lover by playing a small instrument he crafted while a number of observers watched their lovely interaction.

The small Krakok society was developing healthily.

“Angor!” Dodoro joined him with a big smile.

Angor looked past Dodoro and saw Papaya’s grandmother sitting in front of a desk with a pile of papers placed on top. The characters written on the papers suggested Dodoro just finished them.

Angor smiled at the tiny residents to tell them to mind their works. He then went to check Dodoro’s homework while Dodoro waited beside him with a yearning look as if he were a kid that was expecting a prize from his teacher.

Angor failed to understand those words at first, and Falca already left without giving him a chance to ask.

That’s… Falca, right? Did he suddenly gain a better character or something?

“Mister Falca received a message from Mister Taurus, and he must return to Silent Hill today,” Kazar explained.

It wasn’t what Angor wanted to ask, but he didn’t really care. After bidding farewell to the machine butler, he turned away and left Bogula’s place.

Since Shadow was unavailable, he planned to go to Timber Pub next and see whether Nausica could tell him something.

Before heading into Champagne Road, he first went inside “Moshi Street” to look for something he needed.

As the business center of the entire southern wizarding region, the city basically had everything he hoped for. Even if something was out of stock, he could always tell the shopkeeper to restock within several days.

He would probably leave this place in a few days, so he decided to use this precious chance to stock up his stash.

He had several new alchemy plans in mind, which were to craft some general-purpose weapons that he could use. Also, he wanted to do something about Akeso’s scale and hopefully create a defensive item out of it. He still had the scale placed in front of his heart as a simple means of protection, and he didn’t want any other alchemist to laugh at his silly idea.

He also needed to craft another suitable “residence” for Freud. And apart from all these, he was going to attempt apothecary with the help of Mithra.

These alchemy plans all needed time. He assumed that during his travel back to Old Earth, he would have plenty of time to mind his own schedule.

Now that he was still in the city, he wanted to purchase everything that he needed.

Once again, the prosperity of Floating Mech City was presented in front of Angor’s eyes when he arrived at Moshi Street.

Buildings in the air, shops flying around on airships, dimension entrances scattered about… Everything looked unique and colorful yet they existed in perfect harmony due to the ingenious layout.

The depressing ambiance caused by negative rumors did not get into this area at all.