Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 2447: Chapter 2448: Speaker

It was a silver-haired man standing on a giant stingray.

The ”Great Fish Sorcerer” Sliu.

Angel had been in close contact with this Song of the Deep Sea wizard, an encounter that left an indelible impression, extremely unpleasant.

At that time, Angel was still an apprentice, returning to the Old Earth Continent from the Barbarian Cave to save Jon. During the return voyage, he acquired the ”Logbook of Lucas,” and later step by step found the mysterious space on Silver Palm Island.

Though Angel had close contact with the mysterious object in that abandoned space, his eyesight was poor at the time, and he didn’t recognize the genuine article, missing it.

However, Angel had entered that space, and along with the few traces left behind, it naturally raised suspicion; moreover, Angel happened to receive the Dream Conch from Frode, and the mysterious fluctuations were discovered, causing Jiebo to suspect Angel.

Sliu heard from Jiebo that Angel might be related to the disappeared mysterious person from Silver Palm Island, suspecting that Angel took the mysterious object from there, and without hesitation, he locked onto Angel’s location and descended.

Even though Sliu ultimately abandoned his pursuit of Angel upon seeing the Dream Conch, given the deterrent of Sanders’ blood, that experience left Angel feeling angry and repressed.

Therefore, Angel harbored a poor impression of the Song of the Deep Sea wizard.

The previous time was like this, and this time is no different. Whenever a mysterious object appeared, he wouldn’t miss it.

But this time is different from the last; the birth of a chaotic object, no one knows what consequences might arise. Will his luck be as good as last time, allowing him to leave calmly?

Angel glanced at Sliu and then withdrew his gaze, no longer paying attention.

To these people coming due to rumors, all he could do was silently say in his heart: Best of luck.

Even beside the Observer, he couldn’t guarantee safety, let alone these greedy visitors.

Besides, up until now, Angel didn’t know anyone familiar among the arrivals, whether they stayed forever here or not, it had nothing to do with him.

On the other side, after Angel moved his gaze away from Sliu, Sliu seemed to vaguely sense something, looking forward.

However, besides the surging blood waves in front of him, he saw nothing.

”Biji, is it just my imagination, or is it just my imagination?” Sliu muttered to himself.

But ”Biji,” the giant stingray under him, didn’t offer a response.

Sliu looked down at Biji in confusion, noticing something strange about Biji, its whole body trembling.

Sliu could sense that Biji was not trembling from fear, but excitement. As if something ahead was stirring its desires, drawing it forward.

Sliu felt an attraction as soon as he entered the Mist Belt. As he went deeper, the attraction grew stronger; even if he were dull, he understood the attraction was abnormal.

Thus, Sliu stopped far away.

He personally thought his current location wasn’t far from the core, the attraction still within manageable range, presumably a good position.

However, he overlooked one issue.

The attraction for humans and sea beasts was entirely different.

Sliu could resist because the mysterious fruit exerted little force on humans... After all, humans nearby were relatively few, while sea beasts were numerous. Humans couldn’t fill the mysterious fruit’s maturity gap, but sea beasts could.

Therefore, sea beasts bore far more attraction than humans.

Biji, despite being Sliu’s mount, was undeniably a sea beast. Moreover, it was an extremely powerful one.

The stronger it was, the deeper the attraction it faced.

At this moment, Sliu, even as Biji’s master, could scarcely control Biji.

In this situation, Sliu naturally forgot the previous feeling of being watched, which might indeed have been an illusion.

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As time passed, more and more wizards appeared around the Mist Belt.

Even though tide mist obscured the view, when Angel turned around, he could vaguely see many dark silhouettes. These silhouettes each represented pillars of the Southern Domain Wizard World.

Angel didn’t know if he recognized any friends among them.

If not, that would be best. Even if there were, Angel had no way to offer assistance now, unless he turned back to leave, but having come this far, that was clearly unrealistic.

So, as before, hope for the best.

It’s worth mentioning the wizards arriving nearby mostly stood far back, visible only as tiny dark spots to the naked eye.

It’s not that they didn’t want to get closer but rather couldn’t. First, the attraction intensified toward the center, overwhelming them; secondly, wizards weren’t foolish—given the uncertain situation, rashly approaching could prove more dangerous. The safest approach was to observe from a manageable range, and then decide on other actions.

However, while some exhibited cautious behavior, others were more aggressive.

Maguston was one of the aggressive ones.

Though not necessarily the strongest, Maguston remained closest to Angel.

As Angel turned around, he could even see Maguston’s excited and crimson eyes.

Angel sensed greed for the mysterious object from Maguston too, but unlike others, his greed was more towards the pursuit of mystery itself.

Angel recalled during the witness meeting, Nail Granny had mockingly said Maguston had no potential, having lingered for thousands of years without progress. At that time, the statement was more to ensure Angel became a member of the Research and Development Institute, yet Angel later learned Nail Granny’s words weren’t entirely wrong.

Maguston had also been marked by the Thief of Time; after being marked, he quickly rose in Alchemy One, once a top genius. But time passed, and in this era, Maguston, although holding a high position in the Alchemy Circle, relied on past achievements, having made no progress in Alchemy for years.

Trapped in this predicament, Maguston sought breakthrough but couldn’t find a way.

The birth of this mysterious object was the only opportunity in years.

”Maguston being marked by the Thief of Time may allow him to sense ’fate choice’ and understand the unusual nature of this mysterious object’s birth.” Observing Maguston tirelessly moving forward, Angel mused.

Mysterious objects didn’t appear only once; during the past Silver Palm Island event, Maguston hadn’t shown.

So, there’s only one explanation that makes sense.

Perhaps Angel’s excuse of ”coming to glimpse the mysterious level” fits Maguston better. He is the one truly expending all his power, wanting to see the birth of mystery up close.

However, Angel doesn’t think highly of Maguston.

The birth of the Object of Disorder might truly bring a breakthrough opportunity for Maguston, but being so close to it, without strong foundations, his fate is already sealed.

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From nightfall to dawn, from daylight to dusk.

The dusked sky seems to connect with the rolling sea of blood beneath.

Even though nothing is happening now, the apocalyptic-like scene makes the wizards in the Mist Belt feel a strange pressure.

Angel is feeling anxious as well, as the ”thudding” of the Mysterious Fruit grows louder and more frequent, signaling its imminent maturity.

He doesn’t know if the great person has arrived yet?

He wants to ask via the Void network, but previous interactions with Heideland have already attracted the Observer’s attention, bluffing through back then. He can’t afford to deceive again now.

While Angel was in a state of anxiety, suddenly he heard a noise coming from not far away.

”Chief, we seem to have misplaced the position, there’s still a distance from the source of the wave.”

”It’s useless talking to me; it’s Master Zhuguang who positioned us. We’re just borrowing the light, so hurry up and shut your mouth.”

Angel turned to look, only to find four blurry figures appearing just twenty meters away.

The figures gradually solidified from blurry silhouettes.

The first to solidify were the two who spoke previously, a man and a woman. The woman wore a pointed hat, a crop-top magic robe, holding a recording device.

The man, on the other hand, was dressed in a tailored black tailcoat, with meticulously combed hair, holding a scroll and pen, appearing tall, handsome, and approachable.

The Witch with the recording device, Angel had seen her back in Abyssal Lassudral. She’s called Rivetta, a Level 1 wizard from the Forest of Night Whisper, one of the editors of ”Glowing City Night Talk.” Back then, Rivetta mixed in the coalition camp, recording the Lassudral battle as a ”war correspondent.”

The reason Angel’s deeds spread throughout the Southern Domain was largely due to Rivetta’s detailed accounts.

Although her reports were objective, they still brought Angel a lot of trouble.

As for the man beside Rivetta, though Angel sees him for the first time in reality, from Rivetta’s address and previous portraits, he can basically confirm.

He is Diescher, the famous editor-in-chief of ”Glowing City Night Talk,” known as ”Dawn of the Long Night.”

Diescher’s power is formidable, a True Knowledge Wizard. However, what made him famous was not power, but his grasp of intelligence across the Southern Domain Wizards’ Realm.

The intelligence Angel knows about the Southern Domain Wizards mostly comes from the magazines compiled by Diescher.

Looking at a part to understand the whole, Diescher’s ”Glowing City Night Talk” is undoubtedly one of the few intelligence hub institutions in the Southern Domain.

Now, Diescher brought Rivetta here, clearly to seize frontline information.

However, Angel is puzzled, how are they resisting the allure of the Mysterious Fruit?

They are now positioned far beyond Maguston at the back, nearly parallel to Angel.

Yet, looking at Rivetta and Diescher, there’s no sign of attraction influencing them?

While Angel is puzzled, he shifts his gaze slightly to the side.

Noticing the other two figures starting to solidify as well.

During this solidifying process, Angel faintly senses something off... It’s not real people? Seems like a projection?

Soon, the new two figures revealed their true forms.

Angel’s pupils involuntarily shrink seeing the faces of those who come.

It’s truly unexpected for Angel.

He thought showing up with Diescher, a True Knowledge Wizard, was remarkable enough, but it turns out, the other two are even stronger than Diescher.

Again, it’s a man and a woman.

The witch among them, dressed in a black noble outfit, showed a cold expression, holding a black skull cane, exuding a sense of rigidity, severity, and darkness.

This one is ”Black Noble” Adelaide, a permanent council member of the Council of Truth in the City of Truth, and one of the chief editors of the Southern Domain’s most authoritative publication ”Forest of Time.”

Standing beside Black Noble is an old man in loose wizard robes, with a smiling face.

His identity, compared to Black Noble, holds an even greater name.

Nicknamed ”Zhuguang,” an Honorary City Lord of the City of Truth, and the only Speaker of the Council of Truth! Although he hasn’t acted in a while, external speculations place his power not far off Monty of the Frostmoon Alliance, definitely standing atop the Southern Domain Wizard World.

Angel didn’t expect the City of Truth would send frontline ”reporters,” one being the chief editor, the other Zhuguang Speaker himself!

While Angel is surprised by the arrival of the City of Truth envoy, he forgets to restrain his gaze.

Zhuguang Speaker seemingly senses something, with a puzzled face, looking in Angel’s direction.

Angel quickly retracts his gaze, daring not to move.

At this moment, the Observer beside him calmly states: ”His power is quite strong, even senses your gaze across the Void. However, you needn’t worry, within my distorted domain, they won’t discover you.”

Unless the opponent holds laws beyond the Legends. Like Polo Ye across, otherwise, no one will discover Angel.

Angel noticed this earlier too, others seemed unable to see him, he guessed it might be due to the Observer.

Now, it is confirmed.