Warlock Apprentice

The aftereffect for using the Potion of Impedance finally went away after two days.

Angor spent most of his resting time talking with Toby. He had too many questions about “Fury Griffin”. And besides, there were many matters regarding Greya he needed to explain.

It seemed form-shifting into “Fury Griffin” was a new ability Toby acquired after defeating and devouring his “wrath”. Angor had never heard about griffins before. He learned from Toby that a griffin was naturally favored by natural elements and was always born as a supernatural monster without the need of going through training and cultivation.

Griffins were further divided into different types depending on the nature of the energy they could use, such as Flame Griffins, Grim Griffins, Thunder Griffins, and so on.

Their names were not invented by people. Rather, when a monster gained its own intelligence, it would usually come up with its own name like how Erdus did. And when the monster grew powerful enough to affect the very world around it, its name would then become a sign that displayed its strength across different realms.

For instance, different Flame Griffins might get themselves various names such as “Sphinx” or “Odipus”.

But Toby did not have such a privilege. His new ability didn’t make him a “real” griffin, and he was still the tiny seabird called Toby.

Also, using his new ability would cost a lot of energy, and so, Toby would turn back once his energy ran out. In his current top condition, Toby assumed that he could stay in his griffin form for half an hour before he had to “cool down”.

“Um… how about Twilight Harbor?”

“You mean the seaport in the Goman Kingdom, Mister Padt? That will take you pretty close to Land of Revelation. But you have to enter Devil’s Water.”

“It’s fine. I’m not going to get into the water anyway,” Angor said and nodded. “I’ll go to Marginalized Island later this year, and while at it, I’ll check out Land of Revelation. If I find Dream Whelk, I’ll set you free.”

Freud looked down and nodded. He was in no place to protest right now.

“Well, I don’t mean to treat you as a prisoner or something,” Angor said. He glanced at the Soul Floret, which was already withering, and said, “I’ll make something proper for you to stay inside in the meantime.”

“Thank you, Mister Padt,” Freud said and bowed.

“Do you… have anything left to do at Fey Continent?” Angor thought about asking which organization Freud came from, but decided not to, as it might cause misunderstandings.

“I came from Tower of Hurricane,” Freud said as he had decided to let him know. “Don’t worry, I don’t have any possessions left behind. To those wizards, the death of an apprentice is like a passing cloud. They won’t even mention my name again.”

Freud said that to reassure Angor that he didn’t need to worry about people from Tower of Hurricane. A dead elite apprentice didn’t mean much to them.

“Alright. You can stay in the flower until I craft that new item I mentioned. And… do tell me, if you have something to ask. Don’t be shy.”