Warlock Apprentice

Three days later.

Angor had completed his meditation session at midnight and was now looking out from the window.

His room was located on the 6th floor of the base, which was the top floor. From this high up, he could clearly see the puppet army lurking around the place.

When they sensed Angor’s gaze, all puppets turned around as one and stared back at him with their emotionless eyes; the pale moonlight made them look even scarier.

The deathly gazes seemed to be warning Angor not to make any sudden moves.

Angor could sense the varied powerful auras coming from them. There were at least several puppets that were as powerful as wizards. Under their pressure, Angor soon gave in and stepped back from the window.

When he closed the curtain, all the pressure that was directed toward him earlier was lifted.

“Can you elaborate?”

“Floating Mech City is going to send ten apprentices inside the garden this time. True geniuses. Two of them were children of truth-finder wizards. They are regarded as extremely important human resources by the organization. They learned special channeling methods; someone even possessed really special talents. No doubt they’d become great figures in the future.”

Of course, they can’t compete with YOU when it comes to being talented…

“No way the organization’s gonna send them to their death, so at least we know the garden isn’t a death trap. Instead, you can find something good in there. There’s also something else. All major wizard organizations have sent similar talents this way. My professor is busy running around these days probably because of it.”

Once Shadow said those words, he quickly turned away. The man had grown interested in the matter as well, so he wished to search for more information.

“I can get you a safe spot to hide at the lower side of the city. But I suggest you stay here. The city is kinda in an uproar. However, no one can trouble you while you’re inside the base, not even my professor.”

Shadow told Angor to wait for further clues and left on his own.

Angor thought it over and sat in front of a desk. No matter what became of the garden, he had to train harder.

He was almost done with Fear spell. He assumed he’d finish it in a week. This particular cantrip displayed different effects on different people, and Angor believed that when added with his nightmare illusions, he could use the cantrip as a powerful weapon.

The time passed soon.

At night, Angor noted down the last digit on his draft paper. Next, he was going to build the spell model of Fear by using his axes of the universe and following his calculations.

Before he could leverage his working momentum and proceed, someone suddenly knocked on his door.

It sounded loud and distant in the tranquil night.

Angor checked the wall clock, which suggested it was already the early morning of the next day. Supernaturals might not need to rest much, but they still wouldn’t pay people a visit at such an hour.

“Who is it?” Angor frowned.

Someone responded in a robotic tone, “Dear guest, Kazar wishes to talk to you.”

Kazar?

Shadow mentioned before; Kazar was an upgraded version of Rune Monitor. It now acted as the butler of the puppet base.

Angor said “come in” without moving. He thought the real butler should be able to enter the room without asking for his consent.

The lock on the room door clicked, followed by a giant metal eyeball that slowly hovered toward Angor.

“Do you need something, Butler Kazar?”

“*Beep* *Squeak* Dear guest, Mister Mithra wishes to see you. He’s waiting in the guest room.”