Warlock Apprentice

Angor returned to Sunders’ mansion and saw Dodoro already awake. The man was sitting still on a bed, seemingly thinking about something.

Dodoro smiled brightly when he saw Angor coming and quickly stood up.

“Awake?” Angor asked Dodoro to sit beside the desk. He then asked Papaya about Dodoro’s condition. According to Papaya, Dodoro was already awake in the early morning, but he never spoke to anyone.

Angor nodded. Dodoro was always like a newborn child despite his mature look. He only fully opened up to Angor.

Angor asked Papaya to return to the Krakok building and looked at Dodoro gently.

“Yesterday, I saw—” Dodoro quickly tried to speak when he received Angor’s attention.

Angor covered Dodoro’s mouth. If Dodoro was truly talented for Prophecy, then the man needed more “indirect” ways to explain what he saw. But as for now, Dodoro was still bad at talking. This could be a little too hard.

Before Angor could explain his terrible mistake, the shopkeeper kicked him out.

Angor sighed helplessly. Mithra reminded him of the bad relationship among different schools for more than once, and yet, he still underestimated it.

He wondered if every Apothecary could be tolerant like Master Mithra, which probably would end all these “wars”.

In the end, he successfully found what he needed from a small house built in shadows with a sign that showed a steaming cauldron.

Just as Mithra said, Cillian’s Witch Stew was a common merchandise designed for bloodline training. A vial only cost 10 magic crystals.

Most apprentices could afford it by doing several quests. Angor simply spent 1,000 crystals and stocked 100 vials of it.

He didn’t mean to waste money. It was just that he needed a lot of practice to get familiarized with the sequence of gravity. From a quick guess, he believed 100 vials of stew would barely be enough to support the intensive training which would take two weeks.

With everything prepared, Angor shut himself in his room and began creating Nausica’s mechanical arm. He wasn’t going to apply any magic arrays to it since he didn’t have enough time to study new ones, while the ones he already knew were pointless in this case.

Still, what he had in mind was no inferior to the effect of magic arrays.

In three days, he successfully finished every part of the arm and assembled them into a thin yet powerful tool that shone with the brilliance of fine metal.

The arm worked by receiving its user’s myoelectric signals. Nausica might need some time to get used to it, but with enough time, the arm would be handy as if it were grown naturally.

Angor also left each finger hollowed out like gun barrels and applied mana-enhancing runes to them, which meant Nausica could use the fingers to release ammunition that was pre-loaded in the chambers. If not, she could use the barrels to vent out her attacking magic.