Warlock Apprentice Chapter 116 - Painting That Did Not Exist

Chapter 116: Painting That Did Not Exist

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

After leaving Sunders’ room, Angor walked down the stairs and halted at a fork. The left led to the deck of The Savage airship while the right side would take him to the cabins.

A mont later, Angor walked onto the deck. There were no people here. Angor stretched himself and approached the safety fence.

The cold breeze in the evening flipped his clothes up like blowing a broken balloon.

Angor felt really refreshed after a day and a night’s sleep. However, he also felt his mind sowhat confused, so he ca here to relax in the cold air.

His travel in the Nightmare Realm appeared peaceful to onlookers, but Angor knew how tensed up he was. When he was flying in the maze, every turn made his heart heavier because he always feared so monsters were waiting for him. He managed to suppress all the pressure using his ntal capabilities. Once he returned, the pressure ca springing back as well.

Such kind of backfire prevented him from doing anything efficiently even if he rested his spirit. He really wanted to go back to his room and start training on the channeling thod now so that he could see the world of supernaturals earlier. Yet, he controlled his urge.

The airship cruised under the starry sky and among the clouds.

Angor leaned against the fence and closed his eyes to enjoy the cold yet pleasant peace.

Suddenly, he felt soone nudging him on the back, which shocked him. There was only empty space thousands of ters above the ground behind him, so how...

He turned around imdiately.

He saw a pair of bare feet in front of him. It was Flora. Also, she did not nudge him. She was giving the boy a playful kick.

Flora floated in the air and looked at Angor with a smiley face.

“You’re too young to act all pretentious. What are you thinking about anyway?” Flora squinted her eyes. “Are you in love? I saw you having a great ti with that Nausica. Did you two... Heehee.”

Angor was not really in good condition to work his brain now, so he did not try to use his manners in front of Flora. He only greeted her casually. As for Flora’s joke, the boy only gave a lazy response, “I don’t even know where my life will take to, and I really don’t have ti for these matters. Miss Flora, pray stop your teasing.”

Angor was still young to know love. He was not interested in love. He would rather avoid thinking about it.

“Okay,” Flora did not insist on it. She then said, “I’m here to deliver sothing.”

Angor glanced at her. The woman took out a white, round object out of thin air and tossed it to Angor.

“The professor decided to take the dagger and magic cane away, as his nto. As compensation, he asked to co.”

Using the gentle moonlight, Angor observed the thin, round item with an uneven surface. It looked like a big button. The material felt hard, but it was not cold like tal or porcelain. Was it made of bone?

The front side of the “button” had the word “Brute Cavern” printed on it, and the image of a burning fla. Angor knew that this was Brute Cavern’s emblem.

“This is an anonymous Bone Card with ten thousand rit points in it. Once you get yourself a na card, you can transfer the points under your na. rits point act as a common currency in Brute Cavern. You need points to buy materials, learn lessons or exchange for items. These points are the compensation professor paid you.”

Flora did not tarry. She waved goodbye at Angor and floated away right away.

Bone Card? Yes, this was made of bone alright.

Angor gladly took the card. After spending so much ti in Sunders’ library, Angor clearly knew what he could do with the rit points. Ten thousand was not much though. These points held value similar to a hundred magic crystals or so.

A hundred magic crystals were quite a fortune to apprentices. To wizards... negligible.

“A good amount of magic crystals before reaching Brute Cavern,” Angor put away the card and mumbled happily. Combined with the bag of crystals from Greya, Angor possessed 130 magic crystals now. He could be considered pretty rich among most apprentices.

With the help of his new inco, Angor’s laziness disappeared a lot. He rubbed his sore temples, picked up the two oil painting from the floor and left the deck.

Once he was back in his room, Angor put the paintings aside. He closed the door and then lied on the bed.

His first task was the check his recordings. He even took out his blanket and covered himself up before taking out his pocket watch, just in case.

Unlike when he was in the Nightmare Realm, the hologram tablet started up just fine. Angor saw his recordings soon.

After going through the folder with his videos and images and saw all the files he saved, Angor let out a sigh in relief.

Seed like the recordings worked as intended during his journey in the Nightmare Realm. However, Angor could not help but wonder how did he manage to take the tablet with him. According to Sunders, the clothes on his soul were not real. Anything on him would not break at all. Like how he did not bleed out under younger Sunders’ attack.

Then why didn’t the hologram tablet obey such rules? The tablet went into the Nightmare Realm as a solid object?

Angor did not know. He had to wait for another chance to prove his idea by going to that place again.

Now that he knew his recordings were not lost, all was good. Otherwise, he would be really frustrated about it.

Since the recordings were safe, Angor did not proceed to read the contents right away. He opened a video with the intention to check whether the Milking Shepherd was a false mory.

He did not see such a painting when he stepped into the hallway for the first ti. During the second trip though, the painting sohow appeared in front of him.

He was unsure if he simply rembered wrongly, or if there was so other reason. He wanted to make sure now.

The video was pretty long. Angor moved the progress bar to the point when he entered the warden’s passageway.

In the video, Angor was observing the oil paintings along the walls while walking in the golden hallway.

The cara was not really stable, but Angor could still see the paintings when the cara went over them.

Angor did not stop walking in the video. Soon, he saw Traveler Under Stars.

And... there! When a black oil painting ca into view, Angor pressed Pause.