Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1308: Section 1309 Sample Issue

Deep within the Evernight Forest, the gathering place of the Flower Fairies—Genoa.

At the headquarters of the Glowing City Night Talk magazine company, Rivetta was holding a fountain pen, swiftly scribbling away. Black ink adorned the two ends of a white paper; each bore a name.

On one side was Angel, and on the other was the Lord of the Flameless.

After a moment of thought, Rivetta added another line of text between the two names: Odeclass.

“Angel isn’t dead, Odeclass offers friendship, the Lord of the Flameless falls.” Rivetta muttered softly to herself, each piece of news was huge, enough to stand on its own, but together, they marked a tipping point of transformative significance!

Even the hand holding the pen was trembling with excitement.

… She could almost be certain that once this issue of the magazine was published, it would have a tremendous impact on the Wizards’ Realm of the Southern Domain. “Glowing City Night Talk” would undoubtedly rise a level higher among all wizards’ publications!

Although not as authoritative in knowledge as “Forest of Time” from the City of Truth, in future, when wizards talk about the extent of being well-informed and the timeliness of news, they will probably think of “Glowing City Night Talk” first.

Rivetta’s eyes shone brightly as she looked at the three names on the paper. To her, these represented hope!

Thump thump thump—

The window was knocked, and when Rivetta pulled aside the curtain fringed with rose patterns, she saw outside the transparent glass a Winter Sun Grass Spirit, about waist-high and flapping its golden wings, bowing politely to Rivetta through the window.

Upon opening the window, a cool, fragrant aroma wafted in, not strong but subtle, making one feel warm inside, as if basking in the gentle warm sun amidst a Cold Winter.

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This was the unique scent of Winter Sun Grass.

“Honorable Miss Rivetta, the first print run of the magazine has been completed at the printing house,” said the gender-neutral, captivating voice of the Winter Sun Grass Spirit.

“The proof copy is already out?” Rivetta’s eyes lit up, “Good, I’ll go there right now. Oh, and remember to inform Editor Diescher?”

The Winter Sun Grass Spirit nodded, “Whispering Wind has already gone to see Lord Diescher. He’s faster than me; perhaps Lord Diescher is already at the printing house.”

A short while later, Rivetta arrived at the eastern suburbs of Genoa, where a printing house full of floral fragrance was located. As soon as she opened the door to the printing house, she saw a tall and imposing figure standing in the distance.

Rivetta subconsciously straightened her slightly collapsed pointed wizard hat, then took a deep breath and approached: “Editor Diescher.”

The tall figure turned his face, revealing a rather handsome profile, but the eyes under his messy hair seemed weary, with heavy dark circles beneath them.

“Rivetta has arrived,” Diescher spoke languidly, “I’ve seen the proof copy. You’ve brought back a big story this time.”

A smile played at the corners of Rivetta’s mouth: “So, Editor, do you think the astronomical contract I signed with Wallace was worth the price?”

“Worth it, of course it’s worth it.” Diescher smiled, “The advance payment you gave to Wallace earlier, I’ll have someone compensate you for that shortly.”

Rivetta’s smile grew even brighter.

Diescher was flipping through a proof copy which, although coverless, had a basically fixed layout, showing more and more surprise on his face as he turned the pages. It was hard to say whether he was surprised by the content itself or the anticipation of the reaction it would trigger once published.

“Angel, Odeclass, the Lord of the Flameless…” Diescher murmured, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

As the chief editor of Glowing City Night Talk and also a True Knowledge Wizard, Diescher was very sensitive to news within the wizard community, having a basic understanding of many potentials, even for those unsung.

For example, if asked to name the upcoming rising stars likely to advance in the New Stars Competition, Diescher could reel off dozens of names without hesitation.

Angel, he certainly knew of him. It wasn’t just the news of Angel brought back by Rivetta; even before this, Diescher was aware of Angel and had already ranked his potential within the top ten among the younger generation.

But following this event, Diescher couldn’t help but feel he had underestimated the man.

What kind of impact would the three names Angel, Odeclass, and the Lord of the Flameless have in the near future? Diescher knew well, but he never expected that Angel, in such a short time, could be mentioned alongside two others, and even amid the brilliance, not pale in comparison to the other two!

“Truly, the depth of large wizard organizations is beyond our reach,” Diescher sighed softly.

He turned to Rivetta and said, “The proof copy is already very good. Your writing for this issue, avoiding ostentatious style and opting for straightforward narration, will be more heart-touching and moving. The sequence of information absorption you’ve arranged for the readers is also very good; we can basically use it as the final version.”

“For the honor of reaching the pinnacle of Glowing City Night Talk, I dare not embellish it with exaggerations at this time,” Rivetta said with a smile.

“Great, let’s go with this. Once the cover is finalized and we select the right scented ink, we can arrange the printing,” Diescher decided.

Just as the printing house was getting ready to start operations, a Space Rift suddenly tore open in the sky above Genoa, and the chaotic Spatial Energy frightened all the flying Flower Fairies, who hastily retreated.

Diescher, who had been arranging the printing work, now furrowed his brow and exchanged a glance with Rivetta: “Let’s go out and check.”

After both stepped outside, they hadn’t yet reached midair when they felt an aggressive gaze scanning them.

“Found them,” a deep voice echoed in both their ears.

Rivetta’s expression darkened as she turned to Diescher: “That voice is…”

Diescher: “Issac.”

As the words fell, a dark-skinned man with faint dragon patterns descended from the sky. This person was none other than a Second Level True Knowledge Wizard of the Frostmoon Alliance—’Black Dragon’ Issac.

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It wasn’t just Issac who had arrived; as he stood firm, another followed and touched down.

If Issac embodied violence and aggression, then the other signified contradiction and mystery.

His features were young, his skin as translucent as a baby’s. Yet his eyes carried the weight of a world-weary elder’s years, and his dry, weed-like white hair seemed to attest to his age.

He was a person upon whom time had cast its contradictory marks.

Embellished upon his robe were twelve round clocks, each differing in design, even the hour hands on the faces were all distinct.

Though this person wasn’t as powerful as Issac, Diescher held him in higher regard.

“The Pendulum of Time, Luci,” Diescher murmured his name softly.

Luci stepped past the Black Dragon Issac, slowly walked up to Diescher, and gave a slight bow, “Lord Diescher, we met once in the Dwarf Grave Dimension a century ago. I heard afterward that you had ascended to the rank of True Knowledge Wizard, and since then, I’ve stayed in Genoa. Indeed, I still cherish the feeling of campaigning under your command.”

In the blood-drenched battles of the Dwarf Grave Dimension, Diescher had been there to obtain the latest news from the frontlines. The chaos was so great that, eventually, he too was drawn into the conflict. It must be said, it was that battle that propelled Diescher to breakthrough to True Knowledge and find his own path.

As Diescher regarded Luci, who displayed a faint smile, his expression remained inscrutable, “Indeed, it has been a long time. You’ve also ascended to the rank of Official Wizard, Luci. I imagine the path to True Knowledge isn’t far for you.”

Diescher paused for a moment, “I suspect you didn’t come all this way just to exchange pleasantries with me?”

Luci and Issac exchanged glances, and with a light chuckle, Luci said, “Actually, I saw some glimpses of the future in the Abyss, and I realized the issue that has plagued us for so long could be resolved…”

Luci looked at Rivetta, “…with the answers found within Rivetta. Therefore, we hurried back from the Abyss specially for this purpose.”

With that being said, how could Rivetta not understand what they were there for.

Undoubtedly, they were here for Angel.

Luci couldn’t predict the events in the Barbarian Cave, given its profound heritage. For a Prophet Wizard to penetrate the vast web cast by the Mirror Lady and the Tree Spirit was profoundly difficult.

On the other hand, Genoa, neither shrouded by the Forest of Night Whisper nor guarded, being an open city, was normally observed by the Prophecy Art, which wasn’t surprising.

Yet, what Rivetta hadn’t expected was that, not long after she returned from the Barbarian Cave, individuals from the Frostmoon Alliance had already come knocking.

Rivetta glanced at Diescher, who, after a moment of contemplation, nodded at her, “Show them. After all, it won’t be long before it’s published in the new edition.”

Faced with the formidable threat of a powerful Black Dragon and a mysterious Prophet Wizard, Diescher, after weighing his options, decided to take a step back.

Rivetta felt stifled, but against the colossal might of the Frostmoon Alliance, she was left without recourse.

She could only hand over the proof copy to Luci.

Luci, having received the proof copy, immediately employed the Reading Art for a quick perusal. In less than a minute, he had laid eyes on all the news contained within.

Luci’s expression fluctuated continuously—he hadn’t expected the truth he discovered to be so startling!

Angel was actually still alive?!

Instead, it was the True Spirit of the Lord of the Flameless that had perished!

Luci’s reaction raised Issac’s curiosity, “What’s wrong, is this fake news?”

Luci gently shifted the clocks on his person, and a magical rhythm danced around him, making everyone feel as though they were witnessing a great clock in that moment.

The vision lasted only briefly before fading away.

“No, all this news is real.”

Having replied to Issac, Luci addressed Rivetta, “Do you plan to publish this as a new issue of Glowing City Night Talk?”

“Yes,” Rivetta answered.

“Is there any way to delay this issue?” Luci, sensing the significance of the news and guessing that Glowing City Night Talk wouldn’t easily let this go, added, “We can provide other information for you, you only need to delay the publication for a few issues.”

Rivetta’s expression had already darkened, already pushed to her limit by showing them the proof copy; now being asked to delay publication was simply unbearable!

However, she was no fool and understood the situation well enough not to argue.

“We can delay, but in no more than two weeks, the ‘Mirror’ in the Barbarian Cave will publish this news, and I also received this news from Wallace, even paying a high price for the right to publish it early. You might stop me, but can you stop Wallace?”

Forest of Night Whisper might cease publication under duress, but would the Barbarian Cave, equally a behemoth as Frostmoon, bow to threats from you, Luci?

Even without prophecy, Luci could see that Rivetta was not lying.

If the ‘Mirror’ truly intended to release it, they definitely couldn’t stop it.

At this, Luci suddenly felt a sense of uncertainty… What was the meaning of Barbarian Cave’s actions? They didn’t only refrain from hiding the matter, but they openly announced it, how should he interpret their motives?

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