Warlock Apprentice

Angor placed a small hourglass—or “minuteglass”—onto the table. The test should take exactly one minute. If no “changes” were observed before the end of one minute, the testee was considered to be untalented.

“Put your hands on it.”

Dodoro complied and pressed his clean, healthy hand on the Talent Sphere.

In the next second, Dodoro’s eyes lost focus, while the pale red object began to glow, which suggested a talent had shown up.

Angor wasn’t surprised to see this at all. He was only curious about what kind of talent could possibly come from someone who was alive for 1,000 years. Was it Dodoro’s strange water bowl that actually kept him alive?

The sand in the “minuteglass” was still flowing.

During such a test, the testee would be immersed inside a strange view created by Abelles’ Eye, which showed his or her “changes”.

Besides, the Elixir Hut was already in sight.

The small cottage seemed quiet as usual, but Angor noticed questioning gazes lurking around. When he approached the cottage, the gazes were all fixed onto him.

People were trying to figure out who he was.

The moment he stepped into the hut, the gazes showed completely different intentions, such as indifference, envy, hatred, and mostly, the will to investigate.

“Oh, Mister Angor!”

It was a childish voice that greeted him. Before he could see anything else, a small figure rushed to the door and stood in front of him.

“Good morning, Mister Angor! And a nice day to you!” The voice sounded more like flattery this time.

An orange cheetah cub slowly rubbed its head at the small figure’s leg and crouched down.

“Good morning, Toya,” Angor addressed the boy and smoothened Dodo’s fur.

“Hey, Mister Angor, it’s getting cold outside, and Doro’s freezing… I need to get him something to wear.” Toya held Dodo and pinched the poor creature’s leg, which caused Dodo to yelp with teary eyes.

Angor gave the boy an uncertain look.

“The Month of Resuscitation and a new year is coming. I only have this… lousy cloth on me. I want something colorful and warm!”

Two pairs of puppy eyes stared at Angor.

With a smile, Angor crouched down. He then took out a magic crystal from his bracelet and stuffed it into Toya’s hand. “Here, pocket money for you. Go find some clothes in the city.”

Without waiting for a response, Angor walked around the boy and headed into the cozy house.

Toya looked at the magic crystal. He then looked at Angor again.

But why isn’t my puppy-eye tactic working?

“Toya isn’t bad in nature. He’s just a little… naughty. Please don’t mind,” Yeliya, Mithra’s wife as well as another famous wizard in the city, said as she greeted Angor.

Angor knew Toya was always a treasured child. He noticed the boy’s intention right from the beginning, and it wasn’t really a bad one.

“It’s okay. He’s a sweet boy.” Angor chuckled. Toya’s character reminded him of Leon in the old days. Leon was kind of a “smarta*s” too when they were younger.

“Looking for Mithra, I reckon? He’s in the basement. Oh, and don’t bother with those people outside. Most of them are jealous of you, while the rest of them are simply looking to annoy your teacher. But they can’t do anything here in the city. Just… ignore.”

Angor nodded. He fully expected the outcome of being more famous. Something similar already happened in Brute Cavern. Nothing new.

The Elixir Hut appeared as a small cottage, but in truth, there were countless underground tunnels that connected to a series of caves under it, all of which had been modified into different lab rooms by Mithra.

Angor already knew about this. It didn’t take him very long to reach Mithra, who was working in an alchemy room.