Warlock Apprentice

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

In general, Angor’s drama showed what he already told Greya about Toby yesterday in a different way.

He wasn’t sure if any of the Earth movies he saw before would meet Greya’s taste, but he knew that Toby was the key to trigger Greya’s gentlest self. Even the most insignificant detail about Toby’s daily life would greatly satisfy Greya.

Time passed on. As Toby’s story drew to an end, Angor also exhausted his mana.

The illusion gradually vanished, while Greya kept her gaze at its direction with emotions that still lingered on her face.

She then closed her eyes to remember the great visual feast. “You’ve almost caught the essential elements which are the same used by your teacher. Given enough time, the southern wizarding region will see the rise of another master illusionist.”

Angor smiled politely.

Upon sensing a “visitor”, Shadow quickly put a hand over his groin out of instinct. Then he quickly joined the new guest when he saw who had come. “Are you worried about good ol’ me, my friend? Good timing. I need to borrow clothes again.”

Angor frowned and tossed a new robe to Shadow. He bought this one from the market in Water Grasse.

“Last one, mind you. Don’t ask again.”

Shadow halted his dressing attempt upon hearing these words and put the robe aside. “Geez. I’m still not done with Naga, and it will get ripped apart again. Guess I’ll put it on after the fight.”

Angor couldn’t care less how Shadow would deal with an ordinary robe. He was only here to tell Shadow his next plans. “Lady Greya asked me to make something. If you finish your challenge—”

“I’ll wait,” Shadow quickly answered, “inside Centenary Palace in Soul Genesis Garden. I’m not going to stay in this mad women-infested sh*thole.”

“Thanks.” Angor nodded.

“Are you being sarcastic again? I’m the one who should thank you. But whatever. We’re buddies now!”

Angor didn’t really care about those words. Shadow had shown his tricky side for more than once now. Angor would consider him a normal friend during the duration of their covenant, but this shady figure definitely wasn’t qualified to be a BBF.

Angor smiled and went to the door. Before leaving the room, he glanced back at the other individual in the room who had really nice body shapes. The puppet creature had concealed her strength perfectly like a mortal. Angor wouldn’t believe that Naga was as strong as a wizard if he hadn’t witnessed how she fought.

It seemed Naga sensed his gaze too. She gave Angor her own cold glare in return.

Which was soon followed by an overwhelming aura of might.

Angor glanced in another direction and noticed that Shadow didn’t notice the silent display of strength. The man was still waving goodbye with a smile.

Angor felt the pressure disappearing when he finally got out of the room, by which his back was fully drenched in his own sweat.

The only thing he could think of right now was “leave”.

“Did Shadow not know about that strength or… was Naga being easy on him?” Angor pondered. According to Shadow, Naga just reached the level of a wizard. Even so, the strength gap between a wizard and apprentices was still undeniably large. Since Shadow stayed alive under Naga’s attacks for such a long time… then she was probably holding back.

Angor didn’t wish to find out why. However, he still another question.

So the puppets made by Shadow’s professor possessed intelligence?

He always believed that they did not since they were made from corpses.

Is that intelligence from a soul or some other medium?

Or… is it something like “artificial intelligence”?

He would use his wildest imaginations when thinking about the technologies shown by Floating Mech City. Since people from that place already created flying warships, it would be totally possible for them to create AI now.

While trying to think of a possible answer, Angor followed behind a mute servant and headed toward floor B5 of Dark Castle again—Ice Cave.