Warlock Apprentice

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.

“Aaaand you will become a brilliant alchemist too.”

When talking about this, Greya quickly remembered the uncontrollable alchemy omen the other day which was sure to dazzle most wizards in the southern wizarding region.

“Lady Isabelle took away half of your Mystery soul by force. Do you resent her?” she asked curiously.

Angor hesitated just a little before replying, “No.”

“That answer doesn’t fit with your expression… Think carefully. You can count how many Master Alchemists are in this region with one hand. Getting such a title would mean absolute honor,” Greya said. Suddenly, her tone turned harsher as she asked, “Honor might it be, do you think you can afford to bear with the title at your current age and level?”

By saying “afford to bear”, Greya was clearly giving Angor a hint.

Angor realized he never thought about the problem of “possessing great wealth” when creating the revolver. Or in this case, an absolute weakling who possessed wealth.

Just the other day, Felicia was forcing him to join Candy House. His fate would be unknown if Isabelle and Greya weren’t there to help him.

And a potential danger was already getting to him before he even left the grounds of Dark Castle… It was obvious that “the guilt of possessing wealth” wasn’t something he could “bear with” right now.

As for the other matter. Did he really have what it took to become “Mystery Alchemist”?

No. Definitely.

Mystery Items couldn’t be predicted, copied, or produced by fixed methods. His last attempt was merely a head-bump with luck. Black Forest was conveniently full of undead energy, and his Prelude to Elimination was drawn perfectly.

And once all the factors were combined, it created something wonderful.

Angor fell into silence. It was not hard to imagine what would become of him if someone came after his wealth at a time when he couldn’t evaluate his true strength correctly.

As Greya said, he couldn’t hold the showy title now. Both his alchemy skills and survival strengths were trivial in this world. He had no hope of competing with mighty wizards.

Greya ended her lecture here since Angor already learned the problem. She finished eating the remaining Soul Orbs and reached out a finger. The walls of the room then returned to normal, preventing them from seeing beyond.

“This waking session is the happiest one since I came to Dark Castle.” Greya yawned as if she ate too much and said, “I’m going to rest. You take Toby with you or that girl will probably roast him into another dish.”

She was obviously talking about the second soul in her body, which was a little girl with a voracious appetite.

When Greya handed Toby to Angor, Angor hesitated without accepting the sleeping bird.

“Em, Lady Greya, I’m going to leave Dark Castle.” He lowered his head.

“Already?” Greya frowned. When running her restaurant, she was no stranger to bidding farewells to people. But Toby…

“Just as you said, ma’am, every wizard has his or her undeniable challenges. I cannot idle my precious time away. I have tasks to do, and people… waiting for me.” Angor glanced at Toby with sadness in his eyes.

He knew he had to part with Toby sooner or later, and he believed there was no one better than Greya to trust Toby with.

“I see… You won’t take Toby with you?” Greya held her chin.

“Can I?” Angor felt hope.

“Of course not.”

Angor looked at the floor again.

Greya rolled her eyes at Angor’s reaction.

“I might change my mind… if you agree to one condition.”

…

Greya left on her own, while Angor looked at his bulging pocket with a sleeping bird inside with a bright smile.

Greya’s “condition” was simple. From the “drama illusion” earlier, she knew Angor created a music box for Toby called “Journey in Heaven”. She asked Angor to make a similar alchemy item. Not a musical one or anything related to Tranquility Rune but something with a particular illusion.

An illusion based on Toby.

The “illusionary Toby” had to possess basic properties like what Angor showed in his drama so that she could touch and feel the bird.

If Angor could make this work, he would be allowed to keep Toby.

It seemed to be a simple exchange, but Angor knew that Greya asked such a thing because something forced her to leave Toby. At the same time, she didn’t wish to part with Toby for real.

Greya’s affection toward Toby was plain to see. Of course she wouldn’t trade Toby like an item.

Angor decided to accept the condition.

For one, he also didn’t wish to be separated from Toby. And secondly, he was going to do another alchemy attempt by creating a flying vehicle after leaving Dark Castle. Doing Greya’s request along the way wouldn’t take much time.

As for the materials… Greya simply allowed Angor to take whatever he needed from Ice Cave. There were only “cheap junk” down there. She only needed to inform Isabella afterward, or maybe she didn’t need to tell her at all.

Without tarrying, Angor immediately decided to head to B5 for the materials. Before doing so, however, he first came into the room on the right side.

Shadow was still taking his rest at a corner.

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.