Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1541: Section 1542: Nail Grannyʼs Memories Chapter 1541: Section 1542: Nail Grannyʼs Memories Angel arrived at Ashiliye once again the next day.

With the experience of teaching the day before, Angel felt much more relaxed today. Most importantly, he found that earning credits wasnʼt that hard.

After teaching just one lesson yesterday, he gained 5 credits out of thin air.

This was nearly double the two credits he had expected. It was worth noting that the average credits earned by a member of the Research and Development Institute for teaching a class were only 2-3 credits.

Although he was not clear on the specifics of the grading, he figured that the 5 credits must have been awarded for his creation of the magical blood energy transmutation formula.

Angel had originally planned to earn an average score, accumulating 20 credits over ten classes. Now, one class had given him a quarter of the credits needed, so naturally, his mood was much lighter.

However, this relaxed mood did not last long.

When Angel returned to the circular classroom, intending to follow the previous dayʼs trajectory and continue his lesson on the Alchemical Illusion methodically, his gaze was suddenly drawn to a person sitting at the back.

Nail Granny had unexpectedly come to the class and was sitting quietly at the back, watching Angel.

When the class bell sounded, Nail Granny did not leave.

This also meant that Nail Granny seemed to intend to stay and listen to his class.

Although it was common for Research and Development Institute members to attend each otherʼs classes, this was only under the premise that it did not cause any disturbance to others; Angel had just started teaching and was likely still exploring his teaching methods and styles. At this stage, other members usually would not attend the class as to not affect the quality of the teaching due to external factors.

The arrival of Nail Granny was completely unexpected and made Angelʼs already relaxed mood tense up again.

However, although Angel felt a bit nervous, when it came to teaching, the sense of urgency slowly dissipated. Instead, everyone in the class became tense, sitting upright and not daring to make even the slightest movement.

It wasnʼt rare for Research and Development Institute members to attend classes, but Nail Granny seldom did.

Even though Nail Granny was a member of the Institute, she did not usually teach or come to Ashiliye, generally staying in her own alchemy hut. For everyone present, it was the first time Nail Granny had specifically come to listen to a class, and they did not know what had happened. However, Nail Grannyʼs mere presence cast an invisible aura over them, preventing them from making any fidgety movements.

Even during the Q&A session that Angel had, very few people dared to speak up.

Because there were so few questions, Angel finished the content of todayʼs class nearly half an hour earlier than the day before.

He wondered if he should end the class early today.

But at that moment, he received a voice transmission. Angel looked, somewhat surprised, at Nail Granny in the back row. She nodded gently at him, and then he said to everyone, still tense, below:

“As there are some newcomers today, I will release the Cage of Shadows again for your experience. For the newcomers, you can refer to what Iʼve taught today and perceive the Alchemical Illusion. For those who have seen the Cage of Shadows before, you may choose to leave early or observe some details in the Alchemical Illusion again.”

Apart from Nail Granny, there were about a dozen newcomers in the audience. Whether they were new or had attended the class the day before, everyone chose to stay.

Even if some were inclined to leave, under the watchful eyes of both Nail Granny and Angel, members of the Research and Development Institute, they did not dare to be so abrupt.

Angel took out the Cage of Shadows and caressed the petals of a trumpet flower, and the glow scattered accordingly.

As the Cage of Shadows emitted a mysteriously horrific sound like that of a water organ, Angel placed the Cage of Shadows on the central podium, then sat down next to Nail Granny.

“You taught very well today,” Nail Granny whispered to him after he sat down.

Angel nodded shyly in response and then asked Nail Granny the doubts he had.

He didnʼt quite understand why Nail Granny would come to listen to his lecture today.

“Besides wanting to listen to your lecture, I also have some matters to confirm,” Nail Granny murmured.

“Is it about the Cage of Shadows?” Angel said so because the person who had telepathically communicated with him just now was Nail Granny herself. She had expressed her wish for Angel to relive the Alchemical Illusion according to the lecture process from the day before. Naturally, the Alchemical Illusion that Nail Granny referred to was the Cage of Shadows.

Amidst the eerie sounds of the water zither, Nail Granny remained silent for a moment, then nodded her head.

Angel wanted to continue inquiring, but at this point, the effects of the Cage of Shadows gradually began to unfold, and his surroundings slowly turned pitch-black.

Just as the Illusionary Realm of the Cage of Shadows was about to engulf him, Angel took one last look at Nail Granny. Her expression was calm, but her eyes revealed an indescribable complexity that was faintly emerging and submerging.

Like anticipation, yet also like nostalgia.

Ever since Nail Granny heard the name “Alex” from Vannersonʼs lips, her heart had never been at peace.

To her, this name was actually not special. In fact, throughout the past millennium, she had hardly ever thought about this name.

But the moment she heard this name, time fragments hidden deep within the Memory Casket sprung forth like a fountain from the deepest recess.

In one of the deeply buried memory fragments, she saw this name–

“This play is really dull.” A shadowy figure with a somewhat blurred face, covered by the soft glow of the memory, walked out of a blue theater with her.

“I had thought that the Otherworldʼs theater culture would have something refreshing to offer, but now it seems that itʼs the same old routine as in the Southern Domain. Ha, a baronessʼs affair with a servant? Such a cliched plot, why is it that everywhere you go, you see the same thing, and whatʼs more, the person who wrote this play is from the Nobility, does he have a problem with his psychology?”

The then young Nail Granny covered her mouth and laughed, “Although itʼs indeed very cliched, I do feel the portrayal of that baron is quite in-depth, and the plot has twists, not so bad, right?”

The blurry figure immediately retorted, “What annoys me the most is this baron, not only does he live a stoic life, but the most, most important thing is…”

“The most important thing is?”

The figure muttered in a low voice, “His name, it happens to be the same as my name when I was a mortal.”

Hearing this, Nail Granny was startled at first, then suddenly burst out laughing, “I get it, this is actually your reason for criticizing the play.”

“Thatʼs not the whole reason; the lack of highlights in the plot is also an important part.”

The voice grew gradually softer, the image increasingly blurred, until it completely faded away.

The memory fragment stopped there.

It was a very ordinary fragment, and Nail Granny occasionally remembered this episode when reminiscing about the past, but never gave it much thought.

Until she heard that name from Vannerson.

Alex.

Suddenly, Nail Granny recalled this fragment. She still remembered that the name of the play he constantly ridiculed was called “Alexʼs Red and Black.”

Alex, that was the name of the baron in the play.