Warlock Apprentice Chapter 1904: Section 1905 Sandstorm

Chapter 1904: Section 1905 Sandstorm

Popota, groggy, followed Shanni from the balcony back into the room, only to find that it turned out to be a grand theater. Not far away, a young boy, about the sa size as Shanni, was playing the piano earnestly.

Though the music was sowhat naive, as the perforr was rely a child, the tune was nothing sorrowful but rather cheerful and bright. The light-hearted lody, though not particularly graceful, slowly cald Popota’s anxious heart.

“The one playing the piano is Adar, he’s a fool.” When ntioning Adar, Shanni’s tone carried a hint of disdain, but she quickly issued a warning to Popota, “But no matter how foolish, you’re not allowed to bully him in the future, or I’ll beat you up.”

Popota nodded with a smile. Though he felt bewildered and curious about the current situation, he wasn’t inclined to make trouble for the two little kids. Besides, this little girl nad Shanni had a way of making him feel quite endearing, almost like he saw his own sister in her.

Hua Hua seems to be about the sa age as Shanni? However, Hua Hua is a spirit; her real age might be a bit older than Shanni.

While Popota pondered silently, he was unaware that Shanni was also a spirit in reality, and her real age was not much different from Hua Que Que’s. Only, both were housed within the body of a young child.

Shanni led Popota straight ahead, arriving at a wooden door adorned with golden bird patterns.

After knocking, a slightly aged male voice ca from inside, “Who is it?”

“ntor Jon, it’s .”

After the door opened, Shanni and Popota walked in, and Popota finally saw the Jon that Shanni had ntioned. He appeared to be a very elderly man, yet his gaze gave Popota the impression that he was not as old as his outward appearance suggested.

He seed like a man upon whom ti had twisted reality.

While Popota was scrutinizing Jon, Jon was also examining Popota. After looking him up and down, Jon directed his gaze at Shanni, asking in puzzlent, “Who is he?”

“I am Popota,” Popota introduced himself first.

Jon: “Are you Popota?”

Jon’s tone of surprise was identical to Shanni’s, which made Popota even more confused. Did this unfamiliar old man and little girl all know him? Was he that famous?

“I rember Angel ntioning that Popota was an incredibly ugly person resembling an alien… How did he beco so handso now?” Jon muttered softly.

“Angel? Did you just ntion Angel? Hmm… Master Pat?” This ti it was Popota’s turn to exclaim.

Jon reigned in his strange expression, calmly nodded while observing Popota’s shocked expression, “If nothing unexpected, the Master Pat you refer to is my mischievous student, Angel.”

“Student? You are Master Pat’s ntor?!”

Jon nodded with a smile while dramatically stroking his beard—even though his beard was very short.

“Isn’t Master Pat’s ntor the Illusion Demon? I t him before, could it be that you are the Illusion Demon?” Popota was still perplexed, to the point of feeling as if caught in a philosophical loop of “Who am I, where am I, what do I want to do?”

“It’s true that Sanders is Angel’s current ntor, but I’m not lying; I am Angel’s initial ntor.” Jon paused, extending his hand toward Popota, “You can call Jon.”

Popota shook hands with Jon while still dazed.

“I know you have many questions; I can answer them slowly in the future. Of course, you can also ask Angel next ti when he visits.” Jon said, patting Popota’s shoulder, “As for now, since you are here, let’s begin.”

“Begin what?” Popota hadn’t yet snapped out of it.

“The research on the Mother Tree Network, of course!” After saying this, Jon seed to rember sothing and patted his head, “Ah, I almost forgot to tell you, your future work will be to follow in studying the Mother Tree Network.”

Popota: “But…”

“Don’t rush to refuse; you just need to know one thing: this is the task Angel arranged for you.”

Popota: “I…”

“It’s also the condition for rescuing you; you wouldn’t believe he saved you from the Demon God without expecting sothing in return, do you?”

Originally planning to say sothing, Popota beca totally stunned upon hearing this. Was he rescued by Angel? Moreover, Angel snatched him back from the Demon God?

Though Popota found this piece of information incredibly absurd, he had a hunch this might actually be the truth.

Because he indeed hadn’t entered that deep vortex passage.

At the ti, outside were only Angel and Sanders, so the person who saved him could very likely be Angel.

For Angel to snatch soone back from the Demon God, Popota was sowhat surprised, but felt it seed understandable, as back on the Continent of Yuantan, he had witnessed Angel’s confrontation with the Lord of the Flaless.

Angel harbors a deep secret.

From this pre-existing understanding, Popota felt Angel might really have saved him.

But Popota still didn’t know where this place was or why Angel would want to save him?

“Will Master Pat co here?” Popota thought for a mont before asking.

“He will co, but whether you get to et him is another matter,” Jon said as he bypassed Popota, heading to the back cabinet and retrieving a branch and a knife from one of the drawers.

“The other matters can be discussed later. For now, let make you a simple internet device; you first explore the Mother Tree Network, and then tell your thoughts.”

“Consider this a little test from to you, as I lack assistance, but I don’t desire a narrow-minded, old-fashioned ninny,” Jon spoke while scraping a bit of powder from the branch into a small transparent box, which he then handed to Popota.

Though Popota didn’t know what Jon intended to do, as a forr Transcendent Wizard, he could discern that the branch harbored so strange power.

He wasn’t sure what to do at this mont, but if Jon truly was Angel’s initial ntor, he probably wouldn’t harm him…would he?

Popota decided to stop thinking, took the transparent box, and placed it on his brow as Jon instructed.

…

In reality, the once clear, cloudless sky suddenly turned gloomy.

Without anyone noticing, gusts of wind rose, whisking particles of dust from the desert up into the sky, instantly blocking out the sun.

“This is the precursor to a sandstorm,” Sanders said softly.

“Indeed, and it’s not small,” Angel furrowed his brow as he glanced at the darkened environnt. His concern wasn’t about any harm a sandstorm might cause, but rather why it would occur now?

“Has the Demon God sensed sothing amiss and extended tentacles into the Wizards’ Realm?” Angel turned to look at Sanders.

Sanders shook his head, “It’s unlikely to be the Demon God because even if He reacted, ddling in the Wizards’ Realm isn’t straightforward. However, it is sowhat related to the Demon God.”

Under Angel’s gaze, Sanders paused for a mont before speaking, “Though the Demon God hasn’t reacted, His aura still leaked from Popota’s Land of the Soul. If elsewhere, it wouldn’t be a big deal, but here is Sin World…”

Angel seed to catch on too, “ntor, you an—”

“World Will?”