Warlock Apprentice

Baal came to the manor shortly after the butler’s departure.

“I sent someone to ask for the biggest-a*s scholar they can find. But nobody can tell us anything about that ‘Pocratee’ place. Not even the seasoned professors in those academies.

“But sir, I wouldn’t have come here empty-handed, heh heh. One of my men saw this snake thing somewhere the other day, so he told me. Following his lead, I finally got someone.”

Baal boasted his little merit and continued his story.

The lackey he mentioned saw the exact “serpent on rod” picture from somewhere… or at least, a very similar picture.

After proceeding from there, Baal found a certain woman. The woman had a small clinic whose flag showed that emblem on it. According to her, it was her grandfather who saw the emblem from an ancient book in the central library. It seemed that the emblem often appeared in medicine-related files, probably because there were doctors who considered it as certain totem of belief. The old man found it interesting and decided to keep the emblem, which was somehow passed down.

“Too bad her old man kicked it some years ago, and she can’t remember which book has that emblem. I’ve sent my men to the library, sir, and they didn’t find anything like that yet. Trust me; we’ve gone through every medical book. I think it’s either lost or sealed away inside the secured section for the really old tomes,” Baal said as he rubbed his chin. “It’s probably the latter. I mean, who the heck wants to steal a medical book?”

“My lord, the guest is here.”

“He is?”

“He is!”

Leonrick and his daughter exclaimed at the same time, but with different emotions—surprise and joy.

Cyndia and Leonrick stared at Margot.

“I-I-I just—”

“Stop,” Leonrick interrupted his daughter. “Once you apologize to our guest properly, get back to your room and stay inside.”

Margot looked about to cry. “But father! What do you mean? It’s not polite to leave in the middle of dinner!” She winked at Cyndia while complaining.

Usually, Cyndia would help her daughter in different situations. Today, however, she chose to side with her husband.

Margot’s intention was so obvious in the eyes of this couple. It was natural for a young girl to pursue a companion. But… this was not a proper companion!

She had spent a week “muted”, and she still hadn’t learned how to read the situation!

Before Margot could protest further, they heard footsteps approaching.

A team of knights walked inside, and they split into two lines. They placed their spears down on the floor in unison, removed their helmets, and went down on one knee.

As a visitor walked into the hall, they bowed down their heads one after the other.

A way of salutation that was only meant for honored guests.

Between the two lines of knights, a young man with black-and-white checkered overcoat walked in with steady steps.