Warlock Apprentice

When Maya and Dororo approached, Tuvalule and Shura aptly ceased their whispering.

Shura smiled and nodded at Maya: ”Thank you, Witch Maya, for sharing a fragment of the future today. I have also gained some insights.”

Maya waved her hand: ”I also hope to clear up confusion, and besides, exchange inherently involves both giving and receiving. I too have gathered plenty of useful information today.”

Shura exchanged a few words with Maya in a friendly manner, then turned to Dororo: ”You performed very well today too. It probably won’t be long before your name spreads throughout the Southern Domain Wizards’ Realm.”

Dororo was silent for a few seconds, then said: ”I don’t have a title.”

With Shura looking a bit dumbfounded, Maya snorted at Dororo in mock anger and then explained to Shura: ”Ever since Dororo joined, he has hardly left Sky Island and hasn’t participated in the Sky Tower competition, so indeed, there’s no title.”

”I see...” Shura’s eyes suddenly brightened. He opened the hardshell book floating beside them, flipping pages rapidly as he said: ”How about I help you come up with one? My naming ability is somewhat stronger than my divination!”

Before Dororo could reply, Shura already began musing aloud: ”Look, your name is Dororo. It’s interesting and quite similar to a big fat cat in Abyssal literature that loves to call itself a dragon. Why not make your moniker... Totoro?”

Seeing Dororo unmoved, Shura continued: ”Isn’t it appealing? Let me think again, you’re good in various aspects but lack a bit of human nature, what’s lacking might as well be filled... let me look for good words, how about the Wrath of Thunder?”

”Still don’t like it? Could it be because of your young age? Then perhaps call you Smiling Emperor, Lord of Astonishment, Immortal Chaos? I know you young folks just love these grandiose names, and these ones are excellent.”

Shura listed several names in one breath but didn’t get any response, leaving an awkward atmosphere hanging in the air.

Shura seemed to realize he was lacking a response, and muttered: ”Why aren’t you speaking? Is it because my naming skills are poor? That can’t be, the churches in several nearby towns all welcome my help in naming newborns at the birth ceremonies I host. Names like Moon, Sun, Starlight — how pleasant, how meaningful.”

Seeing that the naming fanatic Shura appeared ready to continue talking, Maya quickly interjected: ”About the title, he likely knows best himself, no need to rush. I’ve come this time to talk with Tuvalule.”

Since Maya said this, Shura couldn’t continue interrupting and simply sighed regretfully, saying to Tuvalule: ”I’ll give Sea God an answer about that matter later. I did foresee some clues this time.”

Tuvalule nodded: ”This time we must catch that little thief.”

”Alright then, you all go ahead and chat.” Shura patted Tuvalule’s shoulder and then turned and winked at Dororo in a friendly manner, though Dororo did not respond at all.

Unbothered, Shura shrugged and turned to leave.

After Shura left, Maya looked at Tuvalule and sighed lightly: ”Regrettably, I did not foresee the situation in the ruins this time, so I must come to inquire with you.”

Seeing Tuvalule’s expression was normal, not as prideful as during their first meeting, Maya spoke directly: ”You previously said that getting information from you came at a price. What price do you have in mind? Let me be clear, the matter of the ruins involves more than just us, it concerns your Song of the Deep Sea too. If you’re going to exploit this for high prices, I advise being prudent. After all, our two Witcher Organizations might still need to collaborate in the end.”

Tuvalule looked at Maya with a complex expression: ”Are you so sure I’ve foreseen it?”

”Previously, I wasn’t sure, now...” Maya looked at Tuvalule with confidence shimmering in her eyes: ”I’m sure.”

Tuvalule said: ”I have indeed seen some information, sharing it with you is no problem.”

Maya opened her wrinkled eyelids, her bright eyes staring directly at Tuvalule, waiting for him to name his price.

To Maya’s slight surprise, Tuvalule did not make any requests, directly saying: ”I can tell you, you need not offer anything, consider it a return for the Doomsday Scenery illusion I witnessed you construct earlier.”

Tuvalule’s sudden softening baffled Maya. What happened in the span of less than half a day for Tuvalule’s attitude to change so drastically?

If Maya took a step back from her involved perspective, approached it as an outsider, she could deduce Tuvalule’s thought process.

Part of Tuvalule’s willingness to share intelligence stemmed from reciprocating Maya’s selfless sharing of the Doomsday Scenery, but it was also influenced by other comprehensive factors.

Dororo had made a stunning debut, commanding the scene. This was in the Observatory Hall, the holy land in every prophet wizard’s heart, and for Dororo to achieve this from his very introduction was shocking to everyone.

Then Maya ended the meeting prematurely with a Doomsday Scenery prophecy.

Dororo and Maya, this mentor-disciple pair, dominated the entire meeting with their performances, as if turning the Starlight Day into their own stage. And they performed exceedingly well.

Just as Shura had noted, once today’s events spread, everything on Starlight Day would undeniably capture everyone’s attention.

At that time, the Southern Domain Wizard World would surely judge that the Barbarian Cave’s momentum was soaring.

There was no need to confront the clearly ascending Barbarian Cave now, as it would just cause embarrassment and lower one’s own esteem.

Moreover, Tuvalule understood well that even if he didn’t speak today, when the Song of the Deep Sea returned to the ruins in the future, Sea God would also inform the Barbarian Cave.

Therefore, there was no need to squabble over such trivial matters for the sake of fleeting dignity.

Tuvalule cast a deep look at Maya, quickly recounting the future fragments he had seen: ”I did foresee the situation inside the ruins, but my perspective was restricted. I couldn’t see the full picture, only staying at a corner of the downward staircase.”

”There was nothing particularly special about the staircase corner, but odd creatures passed by wave after wave. I could basically deduce that the staircase should lead to the inside of the ruins.”

What secrets lay within the ruins was the most crucial, but Tuvalule could not adjust his perspective and could only observe near the staircase corner.

Despite this, Tuvalule still managed to capture some useful information.

”The monsters heading into the ruins each carried Demonic Materials. Although I couldn’t identify all of them, the materials I recognized shared one distinct trait—”

”Spatial attribute.”

After explaining the future fragment he had seen, Tuvalule hurriedly turned and left the Observatory Hall, apparently not wanting to engage with Maya further.

Maya didn’t concern herself with Tuvalule’s departure; she furrowed her brows, attempting to piece together a thread from the information Tuvalule had given her.

Spatial attribute Demonic Materials are not so common. So many creatures carrying spatial magic materials into the ruins’ depths, what’s their purpose?

Could it be to expand the internal space? Or are they planning something using the spatial attribute of the materials?