Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1060: Section 1061: Pannas Succubus  

Skeletons could be refined into weapons, blood could be turned into blood ink, and membranes could also be woven into armor. Although the most precious specialty materials were absent, even just these carcass remnants were very decent materials. A single material, if taken to the auction, could fetch a handsome price, and all Angel had paid was a very small number of Demon Gold Coins.

Even though Canaan put on a “you’ve lost out” face, Angel did his own calculations, and aside from the exceptionally special Abyss materials that were difficult to procure in the Wizards’ Realm, purchasing the remains of Wizard Level Magical Creatures with Demon Gold Coins might just maximize his profits.

Canaan couldn’t buy the special Abyss materials, but he could easily obtain these carcasses of Magical Creatures that were of little use to Demons.

In the yard, Angel counted the piled-up Magical Creature carcasses, totaling twenty-three, yet Canaan had spent less than six thousand Demon Gold Coins.

Canaan originally felt that he had overspent the Demon Gold Coins, but seeing the shop owner’s delighted expression, he couldn’t be bothered to fret anymore about the issue of “profit or loss.” After all, the shop owner was spending his own money to buy what he fancied, which hindered no one else.

“Is there still stock outside? Can we continue to buy?” As Angel counted these precious materials, he couldn’t help but greedily inquire of Canaan.

“Demons rarely hunt such high-level Magical Creatures, first because there aren’t many high-level Magical Creatures and they’re difficult to encounter, and second because hunting high-level Magical Creatures without a special need is a loss. So, that’s all there is to buy,” Canaan remarked with a sigh, having almost traveled throughout the whole of Lassudral to purchase these twenty-three Magical Creature carcasses.

Hearing this, Angel, although somewhat disappointed, was also very content.

After all, the carcasses of Magical Creatures piled up before him, if taken to an auction, would definitely be worth more than ten million Magic Crystals.

Wizard Level Magical Creatures were very rare, and to obtain so many carcasses at once could probably only be done in Demon City.

“Although you can’t buy carcasses outside anymore, some Demons might still have some in their private hoards,” Canaan muttered to the side, which left Angel contemplative.

After clearing the carcasses in the yard and removing the worthless parts, Angel sorted and packed the remaining materials into his bracelet.

Items such as bones, hide, and tendons that were relatively easy to preserve could be directly placed into the bracelet after processing. However, blood and some organs did not have suitable containers for Angel to store them in.

Fortunately, at that moment, Angel thought of something.

He took out a tear-drop-shaped pale blue crystal from his bracelet. This item’s scientific name was ‘Essence Aggregate of Ghostly Water,’ more commonly known as Pulapa’s Tears.

Previously when a Demon with a minor Ghostly Shadows bloodline came to their shop, for reasons unknown, turned scared and cried, and the resulting tears turned into these crystals.

According to Fafnir, Ghostly Water had the function of ‘preserving freshness and enhancing taste,’ and the Essence Aggregate of Ghostly Water was even more potent. At that time, Angel, adhering to a spirit of non-wastefulness, collected all these blue crystals.

Originally, he had intended to trade them for something should he meet a Gourmet Sorcerer in the future, but he didn’t expect them to prove useful so soon.

A single Essence Aggregate of Ghostly Water could be diluted into a small pond’s worth of Ghostly Water.

Angel used only about half of a blue crystal to preserve the remaining blood and organs, and the results were even more outstanding than he had imagined.

Happy with the condition of these materials, Angel packed them into his bracelet and then cheerfully ran to the front door, adding a new rule below the wooden board that laid out the shop’s regulations.

“If you cannot pay with Demon Gold Coins, high-level Magical Creature carcasses can be used for trade.”

This was a strategy Angel thought of based on Canaan’s earlier statement, that there was no stock left in outside shops, but Demons might still have some. To him, Demon Gold Coins had little purchasing power in the outer world, but the bodies of Wizard Level Magical Creatures, even if only skeletons remained, were immensely valuable.

Consider the three Magical Creatures that Angel had lured out of the Shadow Cave before, and why there were so many Wizards at Watchguard Fortress hunting them, if not to scrape together some benefits for themselves.

But now, Angel didn’t need to lift a finger, and could obtain the materials these Wizards were eagerly after with only a meager amount of Demon Gold Coins!

He was beginning to understand why Wizards liked to roam the Otherworld, especially high-energy worlds. The price difference—deadly poison to them, honey to me—was maddening. No wonder those involved in time and space arbitrage were so numerous.

After adding the new rule, Canaan, who was standing by, curiously asked, “Shopkeeper, when are we going to reopen?”

Having entertained two groups of customers in the morning, Angel closed the shop door under the pretense of needing rest. Canaan was also sent out to buy materials, and it had been nearly three hours of rest. Canaan was curious whether they would reopen for the day.

“We’ll reopen soon!” Angel said seriously, pointing at the new rule to Canaan, “When customers come later, you must remember to tell them this rule. We prioritize these carcasses, understand?”

Canaan was momentarily confused but nodded anyway, “Okay.”

“Don’t worry, you won’t be at a loss,” Angel casually took out a small bag containing fifty Demon Gold Coins from his bracelet and tossed it to Canaan, “This is for running errands for me.”

Canaan weighed the bag in his hand, and his delicate brows curved into crescents; the amount was comparable to his salary for an entire quarter. Indeed, deciding to work here was a very correct decision!

Angel gestured for Canaan to tidy up the yard so they could open the shop. He himself returned to the attic, using the time Canaan lured customers to continue studying the parchment that detailed the method for crafting the Fire Transmission Stone.

After all, once he obtained the shard of the Fire Transmission Stone, he guessed he would have to prepare for the creation of the actual stone.

Previously, Angel tried to cut corners and secretly asked the Night Innkeeper if it could create the stone on his behalf. However, Night’s response was, “I have never created a Fire Transmission Stone.”

Though Night knew how to create a Fire Transmission Stone, it had no need to do so and wasn’t interested either.

Combining this with the information recorded on the parchment, even Fire Transmission Demons had a low success rate in creating the Fire Transmission Stone. Angel decided it would be better to create it himself. At least the method expressed through Alchemy on the parchment removed the impurities, which greatly increased the chances of success.

Angel studied for barely half an hour when the wind chimes in the courtyard began to emit a crisp sound.

“Why so soon?” Angel muttered to himself as he stood up and walked down from the attic.

When he reached the first floor, the first thing he saw was not Canaan but a female demon seated at the round table with her head bowed.

This female demon was practically naked, and along her smooth back ran something that resembled both a bone and a pipeline, curving all the way up to the crown of her head. This coiled “pipeline” had wound up the demon’s pale pink hair into a very unique hairstyle.

Angel looked around; there was only this one demon in the shop, and there were just a few scattered customers in the yard—hardly full by any measure.

“What is Canaan up to, wasn’t our agreement to call me when there are thirty?” Confused, Angel headed towards the courtyard.

But just halfway there, a sultry voice that cut to the bone said, “I’m a bit curious, as a messenger of Odeclass, a bearer of the will of flames, why have you started dealing with a Water System demon?”

Angel stopped in his tracks, not because the voice called to him, but because he felt a hot, moist breeze suddenly on the back of his neck, as if someone was pressed up against him, breathing on his skin.

Bringing a cold, fragrant scent, a smooth, slender hand slowly climbed up from his shoulder, while another, like a boneless snake, snaked around from the other side of his waist.

With a strand of pink hair falling over his shoulder, Angel knew that the one clinging to him from behind was undoubtedly the same female demon he’d seen earlier.

Angel instinctively tried to struggle, but this only made the other party hug him tighter.

“What a beautiful body, I like it very much,” a warm breath with a strange aroma whispered into Angel’s ear.

Even though Angel felt no stirring of emotion, his cheeks began to heat up.

The female demon behind him chuckled softly, stretching out her tongue as if she wanted to lick Angel’s earlobe. At that moment, Angel couldn’t move at all.

However, just as her soft tongue was about to touch Angel’s earlobe, which bore the Flame Mark, a cold snort suddenly sounded.

Accompanying the cold snort, and laced with concealed rage, was Fafnir’s voice: “The mark of Odeclass is not to be tainted by a lowly succubus like you!”

As soon as the words were spoken, Angel felt himself staggering and being grabbed and thrown out.

After spinning around for a moment, Angel steadied himself and found that he had landed on the stairs of the courtyard. Inside the cottage, Fafnir, who had appeared suddenly, was looking with an indifferent gaze at the female demon opposite him.

It was then that Angel got a clear look at the face of the demon who had been familiarizing herself with him earlier.

If the charm and poise of Baltica, in the Land of Rest, radiated from within, the allure of this pink-haired female demon was more striking on the surface.

To be honest, her features did not fit within Angel’s aesthetic preferences, and this female demon had a split in the center of her forehead. It was like a mouth, lined with sharp teeth and a tongue as supple as a snake that occasionally flicked out. This combination of facial features with the lip-like split in her forehead wasn’t discordant at all and carried a certain exotic allure.

Just like the holographic tablet images Angel had seen, the ethnicities of Earth’s Asians and Caucasians possessed two different styles of appearance. Even though Angel, due to Jon’s influence, might have a skewed sense of beauty, he could still differentiate between the beauty and ugliness of various human races.

This female demon was the same. Despite different aesthetic standards, Angel could tell that her features were considered extremely beautiful among Abyssal Demons, nothing like Baltica’s less remarkable appearance.

“A succubus?” Angel recalled Fafnir seemed to refer to her as such.

Angel wasn’t unfamiliar with succubi. He had almost been forcibly injected with succubus blood by Nis for some gender studies research.

Afterward, Angel learned from various sources that many Witches were fond of fusing with succubus bloodlines. What puzzled Angel, however, was that the succubus entry he had seen in the bestiary described them as voluptuous and rouged, with curvaceous figures and a sensual, black-reddish succubus tail.

But this “succubus” seemed different: her physique was unremarkable and could not even compare to Fafnir’s human form. She lacked any tail and was also missing the characteristic spiral horns and cloven hooves of a succubus.

“Is this really a succubus?”

“Shhh.” As Angel whispered to himself, Canaan suddenly appeared beside him, making a shushing gesture, “Be quiet, owner. That’s the Water System Pannas succubus. She’s connected with several powerful demons in Lassudral, so you’d better not speak ill of her behind her back.”