Warlock Apprentice Chapter 1258: Section 1259: Greya's Disappearance

Chapter 1258: Section 1259: Greya’s Disappearance

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At the dining table, Angel and Sanders silently had their al.

According to the traditional customs of nobility, it was considered proper to eat without speaking while consuming knife-cut food and soup dishes, to avoid the risk of spilling and causing embarrassnt.

And the main course of this al was soup. They ate mostly in silence.

Angel ate to his heart’s content. Although there were no magical dishes, Butler Good knew his preferences all too well, from appetizers to main dishes, from thick soups to pastries, each one made his mouth water. What mattered more was that everyone stuck to their own business during the al, and no one paid too much attention to his eating.

It was only when tea and desserts were served that conversations gradually began to arise around the table.

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It was mostly Sanders instructing Butler Good about the affairs of the past period, as well as so future arrangents.

Angel, however, did not interject and continued to gobble down the creamy dessert. As he was enjoying his al, he suddenly felt a gaze fixated on him.

He lifted his head and saw a little head peeking out from the edge of the dining room door curtain.

Though dressed in a masked robe, Angel recognized the child’s figure at a glance—it was Hebdon.

At that mont, Hebdon was sneakily watching Angel.

Angel gestured “co here” to Hebdon, who hesitated, as it was against the dining etiquette of Illusion Demon Island for him to enter at that ti.

But it was Young Master Pat who had beckoned him in… Hebdon recalled what his great-grandfather had told him—that Lord Sanders might not agree to let him stay on Illusion Demon Island, but he could try to find an opening through Young Master Pat.

In the end, Hebdon still shyly entered the dining room.

This commotion caught Sanders’ attention, and he looked over. Butler Good inwardly cursed. He was about to think of a way to signal Hebdon to leave when, the next second, Sanders looked away, continuing to seem indifferent as he discussed matters with Butler Good.

Butler Good watched Hebdon approach Angel and engage in conversation, which appeared to have a harmonious atmosphere, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

On the other hand, Angel casually passed a cup of milk tea, “Why, have you been watching because you wanted a cup too?”

Angel rembered that Butler Good had once implied, whether intentionally or not, that Hebdon had lower intelligence and emotional quotients, with a psychological age matching his apparent one, including his tastes. Therefore, he also liked dairy-based foods.

The underlying aning from Butler Good was that Hebdon would not turn Angel’s preference for dairy products into a joke since it was normal for him.

Hebdon quickly waved his hands. It was already against etiquette just to step into the dining room, let alone enjoy the food on the host’s table—that’s even more improper.

“Then, what is it?” Angel asked, puzzled.

Hebdon shook his head, looking sowhat downtrodden, “Young Master Pat, about what I ntioned last ti… any news?”

“Last ti?” Angel raised an eyebrow: “The story of Peter Pan, the little flying boy?”

“That counts too, but I’m referring to Anada’s matter,” Hebdon said in a voice laden with worry. “Captain Nieboya sent another ssage; Anada still hasn’t appeared. I wondered, Young Master Pat, if you had encountered her on your trip?”

Previously, when he was assigned to guard the door, he had overheard that Angel and Sanders would be leaving soon. That’s why Hebdon was anxious and had covertly signaled Angel with his eyes.

“Oh, that matter,” Angel recalled that he had indeed promised Hebdon if he saw Anada outside, he would tell him: “Unfortunately, I went to the Abyss this ti and did not see her…”

Angel paused mid-sentence.

Because a stroke of insight suddenly flashed in his mind. As Angel was in a mont of contemplation, the figure of a stooped, white-haired old grandmother appeared before him, whom he had seen not long ago in Shepherd City.

Why did he suddenly think of that old grandmother when speaking of Anada?

Angel was sowhat perplexed. Anada, in his mory, was a stunningly sensual beauty, whose attire was even more provocative than Nausicaa’s. However, that old grandmother, with snowy hair and a face full of wrinkles, with slack skin folded into pleats, bore no resemblance to Anada at all.

Yet inexplicably, Angel subconsciously equated these two starkly different individuals.

Rembering the persistent sense of familiarity with the old lady, Angel furrowed his brow and conducted a ntal exercise of age-reversal.

In his mind, he envisioned a wheel of ti with the white-haired old woman, her hands clasped, standing beneath it.

All of a sudden, the clock began to reverse.

As the ticking of the clock resonated, the old lady swiftly beca younger, as if youth was flowing backward. Her hunched figure slowly straightened, the plumpness of her waist receded, and the wrinkled skin tightened and smoothed out, while her white hair turned into sexy, wavy locks.

Once the clock chid with a “ding.”

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Ti seed to have regressed by sixty years, as an old, haggard elder transford into a beautiful and flourishing young woman.

When Angel saw the woman’s appearance clearly, he was instantly stunned. Through his own reversal of aging, the old granny had regained her youthful appearance, bearing a striking ninety percent resemblance to Anada!

Ninety percent was already quite significant because ti’s changes inevitably brought about unknowable variables. Considering these variables, he could almost be certain that the old granny was Anada!

No wonder he felt a sense of familiarity when he saw her before.

This sense of familiarity was not strong, unlike that for a close friend.

So, she was Anada!

To Angel, Anada was not soone he had rely t in passing; he had seen her on several occasions. However, she was still more of a familiar stranger, and his impression of her boiled down to three aspects: thief, a beauty, and physically strong.

Upon reflection, Angel thought that Anada’s change in appearance could probably be attributed to a trade for youth with Zithraide in exchange for an opportunity to enter the Wizards’ Realm. He wondered what the final outco was, whether she succeeded or failed.

While Angel was sowhat bewildered, Hebdon had already cast his gaze down in disappointnt, saying, “Then I will take my leave first.”

“Wait,” Angel suddenly called out.

Surprised, Hebdon looked over, and after a mont of contemplation, Angel said, “I haven’t formally t Anada, but I might know where she is.”

Hebdon’s eyes suddenly sparkled with hope.

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So ti later, Angel left Illusion Demon Island with Sanders. On the way, Sanders asked, “The image you showed him earlier, was it of the old man from Shepherd City?”

Angel relayed the incident simply and ended with a touch of emotion, “I didn’t expect her to be Hebdon’s childhood sweetheart. ntor, if she really traded for the Frost Night Potion from Lord Zithraide, could she beco a Transcendent?”

Sanders replied, “If her ntal Power Value reaches eight points or more, she might have a chance, though it would still be faint. Even if she truly beca a Transcendent, without restoring her physical body, her chances of further advancent in this life would be slim.”

To Angel, who wanted to restore his physical losses or even prolong life, making potions or purchasing them was sufficient, thanks to his substantial resources. But in the Wizards’ Realm, most were lower-class beings, just like ordinary people. It was extrely difficult for them to climb higher in status. The class divide was severe, and the allocation and plundering of resources rarely benefited the lowly apprentices.

Therefore, even if Anada really beca a Transcendent, obtaining resources to repair her physical body would be an exceedingly challenging task. If she couldn’t replenish it in a short ti, her lifespan would swiftly diminish.

“However, if she truly becos a Transcendent, Zithraide will likely take her under his care,” Sanders paused, “That’s the path she chose; he will be responsible for the subsequent implications.”

The topic of Anada didn’t occupy much of their conversation, after all, she was an outsider. After briefly discussing further, they moved on to another matter.

— The disappearance of Greya.

When Angel returned to Illusion Demon Island last ti, he noticed that the Mana Hut by the lake was still there, but Greya had left. According to Butler Good, after Angel’s return to the Old Earth Continent, Greya sequestered herself for a while to stabilize her newly developed magic.

As soon as she ca out, she left Illusion Demon Island. Good did not know where she went, although it seed soone had sent her a magical ssage that prompted her departure.

Angel had thought that Greya would still need Sanders’ help to regain her physical body and with her current strength, she would not be away for long. He had co back to seek Greya’s help to look into Toby’s condition. Unexpectedly, Greya had not returned.

“Where could Mada Greya have gone?” Angel wondered.

Sanders didn’t respond to Angel’s question but his lips moved slightly, as if he was communicating with soone.

After a while, Sanders spoke, “All ssages that enter the Mirror World are generally transferred by the Tree Spirit. I’ve just asked the Tree Spirit, and it’s true sobody sent a ssage that made Greya leave. The exact content of the ssage is unknown to the Tree Spirit due to encryption.”

“But according to the Tree Spirit, the ssage ca from a female apprentice at Black Castle.”

Black Castle!

Angel was startled for a mont. After Greya went missing in the Hante world, the first ti Angel saw her was at Black Castle. At that ti, another Gourt Sorcerer from Candy House, ‘Mada Butterfly’ Felicia, was also at Black Castle.

It would seem that Candy House has a close relationship with Black Castle.

It was plausible for Greya to go to Black Castle.

However, it was rumored that Isabella had so friction with Greya. The one who could have summoned her to Black Castle was either Felicia or that one.

As Angel speculated, Sanders said, “Let’s put Greya’s matter aside for now. I rember you promised Popota to take him to Black Castle to see his sister. As such, once we’ve dealt with everything at hand, if Greya still hasn’t appeared, we might as well visit Black Castle.”

Sanders paused for a mont, “Also, it would be a proper occasion for to formally pay a visit to ‘The Twilight King’ Isabella, who has returned to the Southern Domain.”