Warlock Apprentice

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

A single boat straight out of fairytale sailed through the sea of clouds.

Even when there was no water in the sky, the boat still left a trail of water ripples and bubbles behind. Despite the relaxing sight, the boat was traveling at great speed, putting different sights behind in a blink of an eye.

Like a new moon that had decided to pick somewhere else on the sky to rest.

The starry decorations on the boat, as well as a soft curtain with stars drawn all over it, made the adorable vehicle look marvelous.

Four people sat on the boat; three men and one woman. A young man with a naive look was sound asleep in the small room at the back of the boat, while the other three passengers stayed under the sky.

The man with a handsome yet devilish look rested his head on a small desk while he moaned in sadness.

“Do you really have to ride with me when you have your own vehicle?” Angor was pretending to sleep in an armchair nearby. He couldn’t take it anymore after Shadow moaned non-stop for half an hour.

The night had arrived, covering the sky with a starry carpet. The shape of Gondola looked even more fantastic in such an ambiance.

Someone suddenly grumbled in the small room at the back of the boat, which broke the silence.

Angor and Shadow opened their eyes and looked at each other.

“What, your little pet boy is hungry?” Shadow snickered.

Angor glanced at him and quickly understood how the man escaped from the silence aura when he saw his nightmare aura sitting around Naga’s finger.

Without minding Shadow’s joke, Angor called Dodoro’s name in a gentle voice and received an “ohh…” as a response.

He stood up and entered the room.

Dodoro was giving him innocent and happy looks again. Angor sat down and took out some food and drink from his bracelet.

Dodoro put a hand on his stomach and blushed.

“Eat up.”

After hearing Angor’s words, Dodoro slowly picked up the food and took a small bite.

Angor held his chin and observed Dodoro’s now elegant table manner. He wasn’t sure if this was all thanks to Trusan’s lectures or because Dodoro already possessed such temperament deep inside.

Angor recalled Trusan’s last words before they bid farewell to each other:

“Now, Dodoro can understand basic languages. It’s just… It seems he’s too timid. He can talk to people now, but he won’t do it when there are strangers around. In this case, he’d shut himself somewhere and stay quiet.”

Angor never felt that way since Dodoro was always friendly to him. However, ever since they started traveling on Gondola, Dodoro was all hush-hush just like Trusan described. Dodoro seemed constantly nervous too.

This was why Angor asked Dodoro to stay in the small room. He didn’t know how to change someone’s nature yet. He could only wait and see if there would be a change in the future.

When Dodoro finished his meal, Angor suddenly remembered something.

“Where’s your—”

He halted. Shadow was still outside, and Angor thought that it wouldn’t be a good choice to talk about Dodoro’s “water bowl” since Shadow was obviously interested in Akeso and Pocratee.

He then tried to think about what had happened before they left Water Grasse. They only had a simple sack as their luggage, which contained some spare clothes. He tossed the sack inside his bracelet…

Using spirit feelers, he quickly found Dodoro’s sack as well as the particular bowl inside.

Since the bowl was safe… he should leave the matter aside for now.

Before retracting his spirit feelers, however, he noticed that the Krakoks were busy with their agriculture works at the base of their new home. They had diligently replanted the tree saplings they received from the hummingbird knights.

Everyone was working hard to earn their own future, including kids. There was only Papaya’s grandmother, who rested on the stairs of the building with a basket of Cranbul Cheese Bread. She would occasionally beckon at someone to invite themselves to her snack.

Due to her age, she couldn’t join them in the field, but no one blamed her. Still, it seemed she wanted to offer something that she could manage.

When off work, she would summon a group of Krakok kids around her, and she would tell them stories.

“You can read?” Angor’s voice reached her ears.

The old Krakok looked puzzled. Then she realized that the great wizard was talking to her in private since no one else heard the voice.

“Yes, mister, I’ve learned literature,” she answered nervously.

Angor considered. He didn’t know how long his journey would last, and he probably couldn’t find time to teach Dodoro anything. It would be bad if Dodoro stayed idle for too long, which might let him develop a lazy character.

And since Papaya’s grandmother was looking for things to do…

Angor hoped that the old Krakok could help Dodoro to open up his mind.

“Alright. I have a task for you.”