Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1330: Section 1331: Fermentation and Outburst

Qi Li finished reading the magazine and fell silent for a long time.

It wasn’t until Luna rubbed its little head against Qi Li’s trouser leg that she slowly came back to her senses.

Qi Li stood up, said nothing, just sighed, and, holding Luna, mounted her broom.

“It’s time to go,” Qi Li said, looking at the misty night sky, as if she could see Machinery City floating in the far-off horizon, “I was looking forward to competing with Angel in the New Star Competition. It seems that won’t be possible now.”

“But it doesn’t matter. Although our paths differ and our pace is not the same, the distance is all the same.” Qi Li was full of confidence about her future.

Moreover, Qi Li’s reason for going to the New Star Competition was not to compare herself with Angel, but for another person.

… A figure flashed in Qi Li’s mind, and her eyes instantly grew colder, “I hope to encounter you. This time, I will definitely kill you.”

Facing the night wind, a dim light carried a little witch on a broom into the deep and boundless night sky. In the blink of an eye, her silhouette disappeared.

…

In the Fairy Tale World, near Candy House on Whisky Mountain.

At the waist of Whisky Mountain, an armored woman with a valiant aura appeared. She walked past the meat trees that emitted the scent of roast chicken, strolled through a sea of spice flowers, flew over the honey lakes, and finally arrived at a stream fragrant with alcohol.

The source of the stream was unknown; the water was so clear you could see the bottom, and when it struck the rocks, thick foam would froth up.

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Simply approaching the stream allowed one to smell the intense aroma of booze. An ordinary person breathing here would probably get utterly drunk just from the fumes.

This stream is known as the Whisky Stream, and the liquid flowing within is not ordinary water, but whiskey.

At this moment, by the Whisky Stream, a woman was grilling meat over a campfire.

She was an extraordinarily beautiful woman, with smooth, fair ankles that trailed up to light green hair, all entwined with unnamed tiny vines. Flowers on these vines would bloom and wilt intermittently; when they withered, petals would scatter, and when they bloomed, light would dance around.

She made no other movement, her delicate hand dipped into the stream, and the droplets falling from her fingertips onto the roasting meat released a wondrous fragrance.

It had the smell of spices, the sweetness of the liquor, and also a floral scent.

“Kavoline, you’re just in time, I’ve already grilled the meat for you.”

The armored woman, known as “Armored Maiden” Kavoline, was always found in the company of “The Gourmet Spirit” Sinistra.

Sinistra handed the grilled meat to Kavoline.

The golden-browned meat sent off wisps of smoke, which upon reaching the sky, faintly formed a bizarre formation.

In the center of the formation, a crack opened and a handsome spirit with a drooling mouth stuck out its head.

But before the spirit could emerge, Sinistra’s brow furrowed, and she shouted sternly, “Go back!”

As soon as she finished speaking, the smoke in the air began to shake, blending with the surrounding air and eventually fading away, along with the formation and the spirit.

Before it disappeared, the handsome spirit cried out pitifully, “No, my grilled meat!”

Having seen this, Kavoline coolly replied, “This is my grilled meat.”

Sinistra, looking apologetic, explained, “I don’t know from which world this guy is. He was only summoned recently. He is a bit special; even if I don’t use the Gourmet Spirit, as long as there is a magic connection, he can sense it.”

Sinistra explained that she and Kavoline had been apart for half a year, and now that they were finally reunited, the grilled meat mustn’t be snatched by that starving ghost. She had spent several hundred Magic Crystals to buy this meat of a Linsen Giant Deer at an auction.

Kavoline waved her hand unconcernedly, “No matter.”

After a pause, Kavoline said teasingly, “This spirit seems very powerful, just its presence emits such pressure. Translated into the wizard’s strength tiers, it should be at least at Official Wizard level, right?”

When it came to the spirit’s gluttony, Sinistra might have a lot to complain about. But speaking of his strength, Sinistra showed a satisfied smile, “He’s a rare Otherworld spirit, and we still don’t know where he came from. But his strength is indeed commendable. Translated into the Wizards’ Realm, he would be at least at True Knowledge Level.”

Kavoline’s eyes lit up. A True Knowledge Level spirit was incredibly rare. Though it was an Otherworld spirit and would have greatly reduced power upon being summoned, it still retained some of the capabilities of an Official Wizard.

“I didn’t expect that after just a few months of not seeing you, you’ve managed to get such a rare spirit,” Kavoline couldn’t help but admire, “I was worried you might have an accident at the New Star Competition, but with this spirit, even winning the championship might not be impossible.”

Sinistra merely shrugged, “Championship aside, I can’t even beat you. If you switch your armor to Spirit-Banishing Armor, the spirits I summon will have no effect on you.”

As Sinistra said this, she glanced at the armor Kavoline wore with an envious look.

Kavoline, however, didn’t seem to care much. While praising the deliciousness of the grilled meat, she also remembered to respond to Sinistra’s remark, “Well, against most apprentices, you can already sweep them away easily.”

Hearing this, Sinistra shook her head, “Let’s not talk about it. Do you still remember Angel?”

Kavoline paused, “Of course I remember, what’s happened to him?”

“You were back at the Shepherd family and didn’t know, he’s in the Abyss… sigh, it’s complicated to explain, just look for yourself.” Sinistra sighed, pulling out a magazine from a flower on her vine-like body and handing it to Kavoline.

Kavoline bit off the remaining grilled meat and her hands flashed with the distinctive glow of a Cleansing Spell.

Only after her hands were clean again did she take the magazine.

“Glowing City Night Talk? Angel actually made it to the cover?” Kavoline flipped through the magazine with some surprise.

After reading it, Kavoline’s brow was tightly furrowed.

“Is this really not a legendary novel?” Kavoline doubted, finding the plot both dramatic and twisty, even more… absurd than legendary tales.

Sinistra shook her head, “It’s true, it’s said that Lord Monty has been to the Barbarian Cave several times. Moreover, ‘Dawn of the Long Night’ Diescher, the editor-in-chief of Glowing City Night Talk, personally annotated it. There’s no mistake.”

Sinistra sighed, “When I met him in the Purification Garden before, he was already strong. Now, I don’t know how strong he has become, but I feel, with my abilities in that kind of situation, it would definitely be certain death.”

Kavoline looked at Sinistra’s pensive expression, pondered for a moment, and comforted, “Maybe he’s just lucky?”

“Lucky enough to establish friendship with two Abyssal Dragons? Lucky enough to command the wind and rain in Lassudral? Lucky enough to be marked by the Thief of Time?” Sinistra said, “If it really is luck, then by now, he may very well ‘luckily’ have become much stronger than I am.”

“I wish I were that lucky,” Sinistra couldn’t help but mutter to herself.

Just then, the previously dissipated smoke suddenly gathered again, and a handsome spirit’s face appeared, “Meeting me is your lucky break!”

Sinistra immediately cut off all her magic power, and the handsome spirit cried out in pain as it was sent back to the drifting Otherworld.

Before, because Sinistra hadn’t withdrawn her magic power, it could travel back and forth at will. But this time, to return to the Wizards’ Realm, it had to wait for the fluctuations of Sinistra’s magic power when she cooked again to pinpoint a coordinate.

“Ah, let’s not talk about him anymore.”

Sinistra casually scooped up a cup of water from the stream, and a cup of mellow wine slid down her throat, “Let’s drink up and flee before Candy House’s people find us.”

Kavoline laughed and drank the wine following Sinistra’s lead.

“Whisky Mountain really lives up to its name, this drink is strong!” Kavoline exclaimed, just as a rustling noise suddenly came from a distance.

“Damn, Candy House’s people are here! Let’s get moving!” Sinistra said immediately.

However, before they could leave, a plump head poked out from the field of spice flowers.

“I thought it was Tana sneaking in for a drink, but it turned out to be you,” said the newcomer.

Kavoline and Sinistra turned around to see there was only one person, and his face looked somewhat familiar.

After a moment of recollection, Sinistra hesitantly said, “I remember, your name is… Allen?”

…

Whether known to Angel or not,

With the release of the new issue of Glowing City Night Talk, everyone was discussing him. Such an uproar where nearly all Transcendents were talking hadn’t occurred in the Southern Domain for a long time.

Angel’s name, already significant in the Alchemy Circle, now spread like lightning to every corner of the Wizards’ Realm, instantaneously.

Be it attention, admiration, jealousy, dissatisfaction… various voices erupted at this moment.

Of course, most of it was speculation, about what exactly Angel had experienced, whether he was hiding anything, and where he was now.

In Originheart City, Sanders looked at the somewhat dazed Angel across from him, “I thought that after the release of ‘The Mirror,’ the impact would slowly grow. I didn’t expect Rivetta to personally visit Wallace and use a hefty price to secure the first publishing rights.”

“But this is even better. What you did in the Abyss would have fermented sooner or later, instead of slowly building heat, it’s better to let it explode at once.”

Sanders paused, “By the way, when I was in the Punk-themed park, I already encountered people from the Frostmoon Alliance.”

“They’ve already come looking?” Angel said, taken aback.

Sanders nodded, “But you don’t have to worry, Lord Monty has returned to the Abyss. For now, the hunt for you has been handed over to others.”

To Sanders, as long as it wasn’t Monty, the rest were manageable. Moreover, with connections to the Wilderness of Dreams, he could arrive at any moment.

Once, after some time, Lord Monty confirms the fall of the Demon God’s True Spirit, the attention on Angel will naturally decrease.

Then, Angel would no longer need to be so cautious.