Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 353: Unreasonable Questioning

On the same night, Angor received the family records sent by Leonrick.

These files contained every secret recorded by the Griffin Clan in the past 800 years. At first, Angor was going to look for anything related to wizards. But his attention was diverted by all kinds of interesting things soon.

Reading the records was like reading a novel filled with common dramas. Actually, they were better than dramas. He found many of the historical deeds done by the Griffins to be more exciting than the fictional stories he read before.

In history, the entire Zeal Dominion was like a messed-up incest group like certain clans that were often mentioned in Greek mythologies.

Angor kept frowning as he made his own deductions while reading the records. It seemed the current queen of Zeal Dominion, Huey, might be the sibling of the current King, Bayerkhala. Yet the history books for the public claimed that they were not related—that the queen was a daughter of an imperial official, while the King was the descendant of royalties.

This simple fact gave Angor a lot to imagine, such as what kind of madness was going on in the court.

There were also shadowy businesses between various noble clans. For example, one of the nine major supporter clans of Zeal Dominion, the Rodney Family, who was as famed as the Griffins, might have already lost their true bloodline six generations ago. It was very likely that the Rodney Family today was only the descendants of a hunter, who no longer had any sons or daughters of the original Rodney.

This was because seven generations back, the master of the family suddenly changed his sexual orientation and lost interest in women. He fell in love with a hunter in the mountains, and the said hunter had himself a number of wives and concubines, who later became the new family members of the Rodney Family.

Similar matters happened again and again in history. Angor found it disgusting, yet he couldn’t hold back his curiosity as he kept reading.

It was already the next morning by the time he finished reading the records.

He sighed as he felt another great burden removed from his mind. He had gained a brand new comprehension about what “evil” was. It seemed that the real evil came from the eyes staring into the abyss but not the abyss itself. It was mankind who earned true evil from the abyss.

Humanity was more evil than he imagined.

Also, he found something he actually needed from the records, which was descriptions regarding wizardry. Three hundred years ago, the queen of Zeal Dominion once studied related subjects. The public history said that this queen had gone missing, but the secret record claimed that she left the country in pursuit of immorality.

Her last trace ended at Heaven Sea.

Anyone could reach Heaven Sea by traveling outward through Boya Bay. The inland sea which was home to Water Grasse was actually a branch of Heaven Sea.

“I’ll check out that place if I can’t get anything from the supernatural meeting next month.”

Most of the information regarding anything supernatural was provided by this particular queen. It mentioned the concepts of wizards and spells and on, which were pretty useless, probably because the queen had no thorough understanding of wizardry herself.

And… these were all that was written down in the records.

It seemed records composed by mortals weren’t reliable after all. Still, Angor felt greatly enlightened after reading the corrupted stories, which could tell him how to avoid certain tricks and plots when meeting other people in the future, even if it was someone noble or king-like.

Staying up for the entire night didn’t tire him out in the slightest. Being a level-2 apprentice had strengthened his spirit, which allowed him to stay in a good condition for three to four days even without sleeping.

He took out the hologram tablet and planned to study Voice Transmission.

He knew almost every theory that he needed to learn this spell. But the theories all belonged to the knowledge system of Earth, which was different from the wizarding world. However, Voice Transmission was only a level-1 cantrip; he didn’t need anything too professional.

Now, what he needed was the time to work on and establish spell models.

While he studied, Granny Trusan diligently brought Dodoro around the city to relax. Dodoro still couldn’t speak, but his eyes were beginning to show more intelligence.

By noon, when Angor almost finished another data combination, someone knocked on his door.

A young man, who was wearing a set of formal attire and holding a walking cane, stood outside.

Angor raised an eyebrow when he saw that familiar half-mask. “I must say I wasn’t expecting you. Is ‘Shadow’ here already?”

He checked the time and made sure that it was still one week away from the meeting. Still, it was understandable if someone would come earlier.

“I don’t know when he’s coming. Heck, maybe he never left Water Grasse,” the visitor said. He bowed a little before asking, “May I come inside?”

“By all means.” Angor moved aside.

It was Magician, who agreed to invite Angor to the supernatural meeting.

Previously, Magician attempted to ask Angor to join him for many times, but Angor only rejected him politely. The reason was obvious—they shared different senses and goals, and Angor would not be staying in this mortal city for long.

That was why Magician didn’t visit him again for some time.

Angor brought out a glass and filled it with “Create Water” before he handed it to Magician. “I apologize. I don’t have any tea or wine stocked, so you’ll have to drink this.”

Magician looked at the water and felt jealous all of a sudden. He found the legacy of someone by chance, which led him into the world of wizards, and he never managed to learn many cantrips. Not even something to create water.

“So, do you need anything today?” Angor sat on the sofa.

Magician sipped the refreshing water. He was about to speak when he suddenly saw the pile of drafting paper on the table in front of him.

They showed all kinds of data and formulas. The only thing he could recognize was Samuel’s Conduction Law, which was a mana-related expression that he read before in the books that he found. Even so, he still had no idea how to use it yet.

And that was only one of the complicated calculations written on the papers.

Did this mean… the boy sitting in front of him actually knew more about wizards? Was he stronger?

“What… is this, if I may?” Magician pointed to the papers.

“I was trying to work out a cantrip before your visit,” Angor answered nonchalantly.

“Which cantrip?” Magician grew really curious.

Angor grinned. “Aren’t you asking too much?” He used Hand of Spell to arrange the scattered papers to one side and looked at Magician again. “You haven’t answered my question yet.”

Magician cursed something in his mind while putting on a smile. “Of course I won’t come here for nothing. You know, it’s not easy to come across someone your own kind. I just want to talk a little.”

“Sure. But again, expect to pay something when you want to gain.”

When obeying “equivalent exchange”, Angor wouldn’t mind losing a little as long as he could learn something useful. Magician already introduced him to the supernatural meeting, and he found it reasonable to pay something in return.

But Magician kept coming to his house to ask for valuable cantrips at the cost of something negligible. Angor was getting irritated by these unfair trades. And it seemed it was happening again since Magician still didn’t offer anything on his end yet.

Magician, on the other hand, had a completely different mindset. This man only knew several common cantrips and one single special one, which he couldn’t afford to tell. Now, he found Angor to be too stingy instead of realizing his own poor end of the deal.

“Fine… I’ll say something else since you didn’t want to talk.” Magician looked frustrated.

Angor silently scoffed. Magician still hadn’t realized the true problem.

“You told me last time, that you will leave Water Grasse in search of wizard organizations,” Magician said.

“Yup.”

“You visited Leonrick last night, right? What are you two up to? Did you inform him of my plan?”

Angor tried not to roll his eyes. “Is visiting Leonrick a problem? Can’t I go outside and see someone as I wish?” Angor used the same questioning tone against Magician when he asked, “Are you saying that I can’t meet someone just because he’s your enemy?”

He managed to swallow back the end of his complaint—And who do you think you are?

“You’re different!” Magician yelled.

“What’s different? I’m a human just like everyone else.”

Magician looked disgusted. “We are NOT humans! We, are something beyond! We are supernatural! How could filthy mortals stand by the side of someone like us?”

And here it comes again…

Angor moaned helplessly. This was why he didn’t wish to interact with Magician too much.

It seemed this man had lost hope in humanity. To Magician, humans were wrong. The whole world was wrong.

Any wizard in his or her right mind wouldn’t deny the fact that they were once “humans” too.

Magician only learned several cantrips. It would only take several able-bodied mortal adults to take him down. But he just made an extreme declaration, which most real wizards would disagree.

Angor remained calm. “Try that when you abandon your human body, your soul, and extinguish the spirit of the man in the depth of your mind space. Maybe then, you’ll sound more convincing.”

Magician revealed a cold look.

“Sure, I can’t wait for that to happen.”