Warlock Apprentice

The sudden change on the screen confused all onlookers. They all wondered what Lawson was up to.

First, they saw the forefather of the Duons sitting still inside its cave, while a bow-carrying apprentice sat at its feet while writing something.

“That big dude is the main sacrificial material, right?” The other wizards discussed. They could sense the creature’s deadly aura even though it wasn’t moving or intentionally displaying it.

Some of the wizards from Floating Mech City explained the origin of the forefather of the Duons.

“Hey… that one looks familiar. Isn’t he the little boy from Feinwerder Family?” A wizard pointed to the apprentice sitting under the Duon Forefather.

“That’s him. He got guts… Is he writing an essay while the forefather is around?”

The city wizards described why the Altar of Demise was activated ahead of schedule, while the others began to regard the apprentice shown on the screen with different looks as they realized this Feinwerder inheritor was the one who caused a change in plan.

“A dead talent is of no use to anyone, however good he is.”

“Let’s check the altar already. There’s no point looking at those who’ll die soon.”

The discussion ended as the wizards concluded on Angor’s fate—a flash in the pan, to be forgotten overnight.

Not everyone would forget about him. A number of wizards were interested in Angor’s brilliant display of strength, and they would keep his particularly handsome young face and name in mind.

While everyone had their attention on Angor, Kanter immediately noticed Keely inside the screen.

And he was extremely shocked when he noticed that by telling Keely to “look after Angor”, the outcome came out reversed.

But it didn’t really matter since Kanter was really anxious about Keely’s condition. She’s going to die at this rate!

With a swift move, Kanter flashed away and joined Mithra.

“Mithra! Is there a way to rescue them out of there?” Kanter directly cut to the point.

Mithra’s expression looked as grim as Kanter. He valued Angor’s alchemy skills and even introduced Angor to Muse. But something went wrong in the end. It always did.

Mithra looked at Lawson and Muse instead of answering.

The others also noticed Kanter’s movement. Kanter was the strongest wizards here apart from Lawson and Muse, and the others knew what Kanter was trying to do when they saw Keely on the screen.

They wondered how Lawson would react to this. Rather than expecting an answer, they merely considered the incident fun to watch.

Muse saw Mithra looking his way and sent a Voice Transmission to Lawson, “Guess we should get those two out of there. Keely is Kanter’s only student, and Angor’s a promising pupil. I already gave him the gate card to our Research Department. Don’t let it go to waste.”

Lawson gave Muse a surprised look as he didn’t think Muse would treasure the boy that much.

“… No. You know well that any wizard that goes inside now will cause interference to the final stage of the garden’s evolution. Also, with so many wizards watching, we cannot afford to do so just for personal matters.”

Muse sighed and put away his filming stone. He also accepted the fact that Angor would perish this day.

And that was the response everyone was waiting for.

The other wizards shook their heads as they missed a chance to witness a fun drama, while Kanter’s face went pale.

Muse glanced at Kanter again. “Well, Lilith’s Clan is the only organization that cares about their students so much. Oh right, Sunders didn’t come today, did he?”

Lawson was thinking about the same thing just now.

While it was true that comprehending a natural law was harder than finding a needle in the ocean, but it was something worth trying nevertheless. Why would Sunders disregard such an opportunity?

Also, how Sunders reacted against Bogula at Elixir Hut suggested that the gentleman really liked his student.

Lawson glanced at another direction. His sight penetrated concrete and steel until he saw a certain mansion surrounded by flower gardens.

At the same time, Sunders also looked up from his desk and accepted Lawson’s distant gaze.

Lawson grinned and looked away.

“Heh. That man looks fine, but he can’t fool me…” Lawson squinted his eyes. “He’s not doing very well.”

Lawson would not look into Sunders’ thoughts. There was no point offending the gentleman now.

“Hey, Mister Lawson, why are we looking at a bunch of dead apprentices? I want to see if Jolene has reached the altar,” a witch named Spade came to Lawson and asked to check on her own student.

Since they all believed that those inside Erdus would eventually embrace their end, Lawson decided not to pay them unnecessary attention and switched the display back to the Altar of Demise.