Warlock Apprentice

Angor slowly put a hand against his chest and touched the pendant.

The Alien Eye.

He had been keeping this item close at all times, which included bathing and sleeping time. Sometimes, he would forget about it since it was almost a part of him by now.

He never paid too much attention to it. To him, it was only a memento left by Jon.

To anyone else, the item appeared like any other cheap trinkets. Even a truth-finder wizard like Sunders never noticed anything special from it.

But this didn’t mean Angor had forgotten how important it was.

The Earth where Jon came from probably belonged to a completely different universe from the one the wizarding world was in, and it was the Alien Eye who brought Jon here.

However, she found the wrong guy.

The air around Angor suddenly turned dark. He lifted a finger and released a small trace of nightmare aura into the woman’s forehead.

Immediately, the witch froze on the spot with a terrified look.

Without paying her any mind, Angor walked around and joined Nausica.

“You from Supreme Cult?” Nausica asked in her usual alluring voice with her eyes half-shut.

Angor didn’t answer. He took some time to examine the old friend who he hadn’t seen in the past half-year. Due to Nausica’s Bloodline training, her body shape was even more attractive. She was now wearing a bright-red cloak over her soft armor; the cloak helped her cover up where she lost an arm.

Nausica also watched the wordless black robed man with a doubtful expression. Something told her that she knew him.

“It’s been some time, Nausica.”

Nausica’s heart beat faster upon hearing the youthful yet clear voice.

“You, you’re—”

Before Nausica could say another word, she sensed something sweeping past her.

“What have you done to Shana?!” It was someone who just slammed a fist toward Angor’s position.

Angor didn’t move. Again, he unleashed a nightmare aura that instantly knocked out the ambusher.

“Why you—”

After seeing two victims that either going down or standing still in horror, the other patrons in the pub all prepared to move.

Angor turned to face the crowd and began to gather more nightmare aura. He punished the two attackers accordingly and didn’t do anything beyond necessary. He would gladly do it again if more people meant to assault him. Rather, he felt somewhat excited for angering so many people.

Maybe I can save their lives if I beat these guys to the ground and prevent them from going to the garden?

With that in mind, Angor’s aura grew thicker.

“Don’t take it wrong, please! He’s my friend, not a cultist,” said Nausica as she moved in front of Angor.

It seemed a warrior lady from Brute Cavern was very convincing to apprentices from various smaller organizations. Following those words, people all returned to their seats.

Except for Shana, who was still glaring at Angor in both rage and fear.

Nausica looked back and said, “So, these two—”

“They’ll recover soon.” Angor meant to tell this to both Nausica and everyone else. “Now, can we talk somewhere private?”

Nausica glanced at Shana first. “Well, you heard him. You’ll be fine. I’ll check on you later.”

She nodded to the other guests and took Angor to the backyard of the pub.