Warlock Apprentice Chapter 1247: Section 1248: On the Ownership of the Primeval

Chapter 1247: Section 1248: On the Ownership of the Prival Fla

Popota glanced at Angel. Regarding Sanders, he had only heard so rumors, but he didn’t understand the specifics and likewise, he didn’t trust him.

The only one he could trust now was Angel.

Seeing Angel nod to him, Popota pondered for a mont before he began to organize his thoughts and narrate.

Sanders certainly noticed this interaction, but instead of displeasure, his face showed appreciation. It indicated that Angel was also slowly transforming.

While Popota spoke, nobody interrupted him. In the silent open-air study, aside from the whispering breeze and rustling of the plants, there was only Popota’s hoarse and unpleasant voice, which oddly enough, was moving.

Popota began his tale with the tragedy of that year and continued to how he had plotted and stirred up trouble in Lassudral.

In the end, however, Popota still failed, defeated by his insufficient understanding of the Lord of the Profound and the shadowy depths of the Demon God.

Sanders’s emotions did not fluctuate much as he listened. Back in the Void Tower, Angel had already guessed most of Popota’s story, so Popota’s account was rely filling in the last pieces of the puzzle.

Although Sanders was unemotional, he could understand, from a human perspective, the series of actions that Popota had taken.

Unfortunately, strength is like a castle in the air; without the right to speak, without power, sin is inevitable.

This wasn’t just about Popota; behind him, all the actions he represented, including the destruction of the Baiyuan Clan, weren’t they all guilty of harboring precious knowledge?

After all, the world of wizards is not governed by laws, not overseen by deities from the clouds setting forth orders and red lines of order.

From Popota’s narrative, Sanders also learned many previously unheard secrets, such as where the Baiyuanians hid the Prival Fla, sothing all wizards were curious about. Popota gave the answer—it was hidden in the Baiyuan ancestral altar.

Popota spoke up to the point where he brought Angel and the others to the Continent of Yuantan, but for the remaining events involving the Demon God and so of Angel’s secrets, Popota did not presu to represent them.

“Your strength has plumted, and your physical body is on the verge of collapse. It seems your plan has failed,” Sanders paused, “but there is not too much despair in your eyes, which suggests your obsession has not reached a point of utter defeat. Could it be that what resolved your obsession was… Angel?”

Popota nodded slightly.

Sanders made no further comnt, and instead tapped his forefinger lightly on the tabletop, producing a crisp sound. It seed like a calm action, but ripples slowly spread out with the sound, and as they covered Popota, his eyes suddenly began to look confused.

Before long, Popota lay on the ground, dazed and unconscious.

“I have a rough understanding of his situation. What happened next should be where you co in, right?” Sanders turned to Angel. Seeing Angel nod in agreent, he curiously asked, “What makes Popota think you can help him?”

Angel showed the answer through his actions.

Angel stood still, but the Fla Mark on his earlobe shone brightly!

Sanders’s vision blurred for a mont, and a strange yet familiar rhythmic sensation was suddenly captured by him. When he looked carefully, he saw a pale yellow fla erge from the Fla Mark, alive and twirling around Angel.

The fla may have appeared ordinary, but it was filled with a peculiar rhythm that made one want to kneel and worship.

This was the Prival Fla, the fire that burned at the dawn of civilization, the common faith of all fire-worshipping tribes—the Prival Fla!

Sanders’s heart raced as he watched the Prival Fla, and a touch of greed flashed in his eyes.

It took a while for Sanders to restrain the impulse to seize the fla, and with a controlled voice, he said, “I understand. Put it away.”

Once the disturbance from the Prival Fla had subsided, Sanders opened his eyes. Having suppressed his inner greed, his mind was much clearer, and he could view the pale yellow Prival Fla from an impartial perspective.

He knew very well that this pale yellow Prival Fla must be the sa one that had floated out from the painting back then and had autonomously chosen Angel as its host.

At that ti, when others were immobilized and the Prival Fla chose Angel, that was one thing, but after Angel was taken away by Popota, it didn’t make sense for it to remain with him. Not only did an unconscious Popota urgently need it at the ti, but the Lord of the Flaless who followed would not miss such a treasure.

Yet now, the Prival Fla was still with Angel, which seed to imply certain things… chilling upon reflection.

Setting aside his nurous doubts for the mont, Sanders continued to inquire about Popota’s situation, “Do you plan to use the Prival Fla to help Popota, to ignite the ancestral altar of the Baiyuanians?”

“Yes,” Angel didn’t hide the truth.

There was a deep significance in Sanders’s eyes. “Do you realize what the Prival Fla ans to a wizard?”

“I do, but I’m not really helping Popota. Moreover, with Popota’s current strength, he isn’t capable of sensing the existence of the Baiyuan ancestral altar.”

“I was planning to help Dororo.”

Sanders suddenly realized; Dororo was also a Baiyuanian, which was naturally sothing he knew.

From Dororo’s behavior, as well as his reverence for Angel, it was basically possible to place Dororo in Angel’s circle, aning that Dororo could also be considered half of the Illusion Demon Island lineage.

Dororo’s prophetic ability was exceptionally strong, not just for Illusion Demon Island, but also extrely useful for the entire Barbarian Cave.

Since Dororo was already extrely close to Angel, and given the favor of lighting the Baiyuan ancestral altar, it was as if Dororo was completely bound to the sa warship. This was an extrely fortunate matter, both for Angel and even for Illusion Demon Island.

Although the Prival Fla was indeed excellent, it ultimately conferred the highest benefits to life forms aligned with the fire elent.

And by handing the Prival Fla to Dororo, Angel was bestowing a trendous favor upon the Baiyuan Clan. Although currently there were only Dororo and Popota left of the Baiyuan Clan, it was hard to say what the future held.

If the Baiyuan Clan were to rise again, this favor would ensure that Illusion Demon Island would be the biggest winner.

Reflecting on this, Sanders began to agree with Angel’s approach. However, the thought of expending such a precious Prival Fla, even if it was not his own, still made Sanders wince, after all, the Prival Fla was sothing exceedingly rare!

Angel, on the other hand, wasn’t thinking as far ahead as Sanders. He wasn’t so noble as to want to carry the flag for the revival of the Baiyuan Clan, nor was he considering the substantial benefits that might co years later. He simply wanted to help Dororo, and that was all.

Moreover, he had more than one Prival Fla; the purple and white Prival Fla was still in his bracelet.

However, he did not reveal the fact that he had the purple and white Prival Fla in his possession. Even Popota was unaware of this; it was, for the ti being, his trump card.

As for whether or not to disclose the matter of Aoluxiya and the Demon God’s corpse later? Angel would not hesitate with this matter – it was of great significance, and it was also the foundation of a series of matters he was going to discuss later. Besides, Popota knew he had the remains, so it was inevitable and cannot be concealed.

“Giving it to Dororo is good, but he’s still a long way from becoming an Official Wizard. You can keep this Prival Fla for yourself for now and study it during this ti. It might help you with your fire-based tricks,” Sanders nodded, endorsing Angel’s decision.

After a pause, Sanders put aside the issue of how to use the Prival Fla and started to ask why Angel still had the Prival Fla in his possession.

Sanders spoke with a hint of caution, having a feeling that from this question onward, it was probably going to be like riding a series of roller coasters.

Angel: “The reason Popota did not snatch away the Prival Fla was that soone intervened en route.”

Sanders’s eyes glead with a ghostly light: “The Lord of the Flaless?”

Angel nodded thoughtfully: “Yes, the Lord of the Flaless.”

“Popota’s sudden drop in strength is also due to the Lord of the Flaless?” Sanders asked.

“The main reason is the Lord of the Flaless, but the deeper reason lies in his misjudgnt of the Master of the Deep,” Angel went on, recounting the initial battle between Popota and the Lord of the Flaless and then elaborating on the subsequent failure of Popota to obtain what he requested.

“Demon Gods are also life forms that pursue self-interest. They wouldn’t attack another powerful being without any benefits. Popota made a mistake when he chose the Master of the Deep as his support,” Sanders remarked with feeling.

That said, thinking back, would Popota have been able to stir the waters of Lassudral so turbulently on his own strength if not for the Master of the Deep? Perhaps choosing the Master of the Deep was indeed a mistake, but given Popota’s position, his options were actually quite limited.

“What happened next? After the Lord of the Flaless defeated Popota, did he not care about the Prival Fla on you?”

“I don’t know if he cared about my Prival Fla, because it was then that Aoluxiya woke up,” Angel said.

Angel paused but did not leave it hanging and continued, “Aoluxiya fought with the Lord of the Flaless. It lost.”

This answer did not surprise Sanders. Even though Angel ntioned that the Lord of the Flaless did not descend in his true form and used an avatar instead, the difference in experience and perspective made him completely overpower Aoluxiya.

“And then?”

“After that, I fought with the Lord of the Flaless.”

Angel’s expression was calm, his gaze undisturbed, yet he spoke of sothing that sounded to Sanders like a fairy tale.

Sanders swallowed his saliva. Since Angel had fought with the Lord of the Flaless, there must have been an outco. He was not sure what had beco of the Lord of the Flaless, but Angel was standing right in front of him, very much alive.

Sanders hesitated, “And then?”

“I won.”

Sanders: “???”