Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1347: Section 1348 Matters Before Leaving

Although the creation of the Phantom Limb was enabled by the world’s consciousness as a reward, which allowed for it to be created in a short amount of time, Sanders was very aware that this so-called reward was also based on the wizard’s own foundational knowledge.

Therefore, even without the reward from the world’s consciousness, Angel estimated that he would not need much time to create it on his own.

Setting aside the earlier discussion on spatial displacement for the moment, Sanders was very satisfied with Angel’s ability to observe details, especially when it came to the Phantom Limb alone.

Many details in everyday life can potentially be the inspiration for new spells.

Observing details is a fundamental course for every wizard. Even Sanders, who had now become a True Knowledge Wizard, would occasionally take some time to immerse himself in memories, observing details that had once been overlooked in the scenes remembered.

The conversation about combat came to an end, including the so-called test of strength, which Sanders had raised only to lightly set aside after a brief discussion.

Sanders, with interest, asked another question, “For any spell you create, whether you’re willing to share it publicly or not, you should have your own internal assessment, including the spell’s name, level, scope, and foundational prerequisites… So, how do you classify these two new spells you’ve created?”

Angel replied, “The Phantom Limb, simply called the Art of Phantom Limb, is of average complexity, but it places stringent demands on the body. If integrated with bloodline abilities, a second-level apprentice could learn it. The prerequisite, however, is that they must also understand the basics of Illusion Technique.”

“As for the other ‘door,ʼ” Angel paused, pondering for a good while before continuing, “Let’s tentatively call it ‘Spacial Portal’ for now. The Trick model for this spell is quite complex, and both its scope and learning prerequisites need further definition.”

Sanders raised an eyebrow, “Tentatively? It seems that you still have some unresolved issues in your mind regarding this spell?”

Angel nodded, “The use of the Spacial Portal consumes an unusually large amount of energy, and with my current Magical Core reserves, I cannot complete its research thoroughly. So, for now, it remains provisional.”

While that was said, the main reason it was only a provisional name was that the “special energy” effect had not been finalized. Therefore, a comprehensive definition was not yet possible.

Sanders looked deeply at Angel, feeling that Angel’s explanation was somewhat vague, but still barely accepted this explanation.

“Regardless, these two creations will be very useful to you,” Sanders remarked with a sigh. “As your mentor, I am heartened to see your growth.”

The topic rested there for the time being.

…

In the following period, Sanders focused on providing nourishment and protection for Jon’s physical body, until four days later.

At that time, atop the cloud soil, Angel was experimenting with new uses for the Phantom Limb.

The rain arrived unexpectedly, with mist carried by the distant mountains enveloping Gru Town in a haze in an instant.

Angel retracted the faintly glowing Phantom Limb that surrounded him back into his body.

The sudden downpour didn’t really interfere with Angel’s experiments, but he paused because he had noticed the long-missed sound of horse hooves coming from the main road outside the manor.

Standing next to Metheor, Angel looked toward the exterior of the estate, and his expression showed puzzlement when he recognized the newcomer.

“Why would it be him?” Angel watched the visitor enter the estate and then get led into the castle by the Turin butler.

While Angel was deep in thought, a familiar whisper came from behind him.

Turning around, he saw that Sanders had, at some point, appeared atop the cloud soil. The rain that fell upon him did not wet his clothes; instead, it seemed to solidify the moment it came close to Sanders, transforming into glistening beads that slid off his garments.

“Jon’s condition is stable for now, but to solve his problems completely, we’re still facing the same old challenges,” said Sanders, pausing for a moment. “I will keep an eye out for inscription issues for you. As for manpower… do your best to improve yourself, for you certainly wouldn’t want another True Knowledge Wizard to take care of Jon.”

Angel nodded, “I understand.”

“Things here are almost settled; it’s time for us to prepare to leave,” said Sanders, glancing at the clouds obscured by the heavy rain. “After this rain stops, let’s set off.”

Leaving was already part of the earlier agreement.

The next destination was Black Castle, in search of Greya. The journey was as much for Toby as it was a promise to reunite Popota with his sister Hua Que.

The reason Sanders mentioned waiting for the rain to stop was, in fact, to give Angel time to prepare.

Or rather, to give Lyon time to prepare.

Sanders leaned casually against Metheor, not minding the pouring rain, and thus entered the Wilderness of Dreams.

After a moment of contemplation, Angel flew down from the clouds and walked into the hall.

As soon as he arrived in the hall, Angel saw Lyon giving instructions to the Turin butler, who stood next to the previous visitor.

The moment the man saw Angel, excitement shone in his eyes, and he bowed, saying, “Honorable Transcendent, sir.”

Angel quietly looked him over.

He was a handsome man, dressed in a vest, trousers, and leather shoes, with a coffee-colored, patterned overcoat, and wore a deerstalker hat… However, at the moment, due to his salute to Angel, he had taken the deerstalker hat off and placed it on his chest.

His attire was meticulous, giving him the air of a promising young man. But just a month ago, he was quite down-and-out, and could even be described as unkempt, a far cry from his current appearance.

“Richard Kafu,” Angel said softly, stating his name. This man was a private detective, and thanks to him, Rolando had been found so easily at the time.

Angel glanced at Lyon, who immediately understood and signaled the Turin butler to take Richard down first, while he approached.

“Why did you call for Richard? Has something happened in Gru Town?” Angel asked, puzzled. Even if there had been some trouble, Uncle George should have been able to solve the case easily; there was no need to specifically find a private detective in Waterford, right?

“There’s no case; this chap came on his own, wanting to find a position on the estate,” Lyon explained.

Because of the previous incident with Eulica, the manor had lost a number of servants, and now even the fields and tea gardens on the estate went unmanaged. With spring approaching when labor is most needed, the Turin butler, after consulting with Lyon, decided to recruit some servants from Waterford.

And Richard was one of those who showed up.

“Normally, recruiting servants requires signing a servitude contract. But Richard was only looking for a position. Considering the help he had provided to the mentor before and the tests I subjected him to, I agreed, since he’s also aware of the Transcendent matter. We signed a regular servant contract with him,” Lyon said, pausing, “If you think this is inappropriate…”

Angel shook his head, “I have no objections. Since he came to us, then let’s use him.”

Angel had only brief contact with Richard but had a rather good impression of him, and indeed, the man had talent.

“That’s good to hear. I’ve tested him and found his capability in managing personnel to be very good. I have already let him work with the Turin butler; I believe the butler will arrange something suitable for him,” Lyon said.

“Richard’s matter is a minor one. I came to find you because of something else,” Angel looked at Lyon, “My mentor has finished his seclusion, and if nothing unexpected happens, we will leave after the rain stops.”

Although Angel didn’t state his intentions, Lyon knew it was time to give his response.

He had weighed his options during these past days and, after much contemplation, had reached a decision in his heart.

“Alright,” Lyon nodded. “Actually, I’ve had my travel items ready, just waiting for you to come to me.”

Angel wasn’t surprised by Lyon’s response, “What about the estate’s affairs?”

“I’ve left everything to the Turin butler; he will handle it. Now with Richard’s help, I’m quite at ease,” Lyon paused, “Plus, when White Bear came by, I also asked him to look after the estate if he’s free, and he agreed.”

If it had been Lyon two months earlier, he probably wouldn’t have agreed because, for him, responsibility was of utmost importance. As a lord, the people of his domain were responsibilities he couldn’t abandon.

However, the Eulica incident had given him a great shock.

The deaths of the Head Maid Mana and other close servants made Lyon gradually understand that if one’s own strength couldn’t reach a certain level, he would only be able to watch helplessly as his people died before him in similar events, impotent to change their fate.

Lyon was already planning to improve himself; moreover, he indeed wanted to see more of the broader world.

So, agreeing to leave with Angel was also a natural opportunity.

Although Lyon mentioned that he had his travel items ready and was just waiting to leave, this departure was rather abrupt, and it was uncertain when he could return, so he still needed to make urgent arrangements for some estate matters.

While Lyon hurried to make arrangements, Angel returned to his room.

In the small compartment, Angel saw Popota engrossed in the insect hive.

“Angel?” Popota looked surprised, “What brings you here?”

After a pause, without waiting for Angel’s response, Popota excitedly said on his own, “You’ve come at the right time, I’ve discovered the queen seems to have entered a stage of energy accumulation for laying eggs!”

Angel had intended to tell Popota that it was time to prepare to leave the estate. But Popota’s words had captured Angel’s attention.

“Energy accumulation for laying eggs?” Angel’s eyes flickered with surprise, “Is it that special laying state described in Insercott’s manuscript?”

Popota nodded vigorously, “Exactly!”