Warlock Apprentice Chapter 223 - Smuggling

Chapter 223: Smuggling

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Number 233 did not add his own comnt that there was another na used by the audiences: The Assh*le Son of Soone.

To people, Baron Milk’s powerful familiar and alchemy weapon had to have co from soone else. They believed that Baron Milk possessed an influential background.

This assumption was the reason why despite many people hated Baron Milk to the core, no one actually ca looking for trouble outside the matches.

When they were at the door of the manor, Angor suddenly rembered sothing and asked, “I still have the profile card on . How were you allowed in the matches without it?”

Number 233 took out a profile card from his robe. “I don’t really know. When choosing an opponent, I told Mister Baroque that I lost the card by accident, and he simply gave a temporary one. The victories during these days are all recorded in this card. When you go to Sky Tower next ti, you can go to the administration and transmit the victories into your original card.”

Baroque didn’t mind the impostor?

“I think that man can easily see through your disguise. He allowed you just so he can earn favor from my professor. Or... he was afraid of professor for so reason,” Angor sneered.

Number 233 remained silent.

“Still, thank you for your help,” Angor thanked the servant sincerely.

“It’s nothing, really. Mister Toby was the one doing the fighting.”

Toby lifted its beak again to wait for Angor’s complint.

Angor chuckled. The bad influence was not sothing serious since only a selected few knew his true identity, and none of those who knew him would give him out easily. Even Saka would keep his secret safe.

Angor bid farewell to Number 233 and entered the study on the second floor.

He saw Sunders sitting in front of the desk again. The gentleman was considering sothing with his eyes closed while supporting his chin with an arm. When Angor approached, Sunders finally looked up and spoke in his usual hoarse voice.

“You ca.”

Sunders signaled Angor to take a seat.

Angor sat down and waited for so ti. When he looked up, he saw Sunders being all silent in deep thought again.

“Um, professor?” Angor called carefully.

Sunders looked his way with a sowhat apologetic look.

He seems... concerned about sothing? Angor hesitated and wondered whether he should be a little “considerate” as a student.

“Did Mister Rein request sothing?” Angor tried.

It surprised Sunders a little. The gentleman smiled when he realized that his student was only trying to help.

“He did. But it’s nothing serious. He wanted to borrow my Sorcerer’s Garden.”

“Borrow the garden?” Angor rembered sothing ntioned by Ness, that soone wanted to use the garden to smuggle “live specins”.

“To smuggle sothing?” Angor asked.

Sunders nodded. He knew that Angor had a good idea about when to speak or withhold information, so he did not keep it a secret in front of Angor.

“Is it possible to smuggle creatures?” Angor asked in curiosity. “Like your phantom beasts?”

“So, yes. But most of the targets are intelligent beings from other worlds.”

“Intelligent beings in... other worlds?” Angor’s heart raced faster for so reason.

“I think I ntioned sothing before, that any otherworldly creature must go through an ‘official’ path to enter the wizarding world and get registered. Otherwise, those ruffians from Supre Cult will give you unending trouble like mad.

“However, those who ca here legally are mostly from planes that shared a peace treaty with this world. We constraint each other either for profit or risk. Us wizards usually avoid doing anything to creatures from these planes,” said Sunders. He paused to arrange his words before he continued, “Bioresearch is always a popular subject among wizards, and otherworldly humanoids are the most valuable test subjects. They always sell for a good price. Generally speaking... when soone is smuggling live specins, he’ll probably be dealing with such intelligent creatures.”

“Will the Supre Cult do sothing about it?”

“The ultimate fate of these creatures will always be death, and this is just what the Supre Cult strives to achieve, so they’ll not mind.”

It was a rare chance for them to talk about otherworldly creatures, so Angor tried to think of a way to divert the topic to “how to prevent a smuggled being from getting rejected by world’s consciousness”.

But Sunders interrupted his train of thought.

“You don’t have to learn too much of it at the mont. I wanted to tell you sothing about bloodline.”

“Bloodline?”

“You made the right choice by rejecting Ness’ offer. The bloodline of a succubus is a really good one, mind you. However, as a rare case of being a Nightmare Form, it’d be better if you use the bloodline of a monster native to the Nightmare Realm.

“Most of these monsters have counterparts in reality, but their blood tends to possess amazing powers that cannot be found in reality. Also, most of them help you learn illusions better. So of my own illusion spells are connected to the blood of nightmare monsters. So is Flora’s Red Reaper.

“Of course, it’s up to you which bloodline you’ll choose. I’m only giving you a suggestion that you should choose carefully.”

“I understand, professor.” Angor did not know why Sunders suddenly decided to talk about bloodlines, but he was glad he learned sothing.

“That’s it for today. You can go now unless you have sothing else to ask.”

Angor bowed to Sunders and prepared to go away.

Sunders glanced at the demon falcon statue on the desk and spoke to Angor’s back, “I think Flora ntioned sothing about Lady Mirror’s particular interest in small inventions. She did save your life, so don’t forget to go thank her properly.”

...

Angor left the study and ran into Butler Goode. Sohow, he expected this to happen.

“Butler Goode, I’ll take these clothes away and get them washed before giving them back. May I?” Angor pointed at the suit on himself.

“The Master won’t mind. They’re thrown-away anyway. Please don’t hesitate to discard them if they don’t suit you.”

Angor quickly waved his hands. “No, they’re good on . It’s just... I feel a bit weird in them.”

“Do keep them then, Mister Padt. You remind of Master when he was still young. It was such an enjoyable ti...” Goode seed to be enjoying sothing in his mory.

Angor left quickly before Goode could start telling his old story.

Angor boarded a sky bus from Falling Cloud Stop. Inside the cabinet, he enjoyed the night breeze while trying to comprehend Sunders’ reminder.

Of course, he rembered Lady Mirror’s favor. But... he did not really like Lady Mirror’s character. Did he simply need to “bring his handso look” to Lady Mirror as per what Sunders said?

Truthfully speaking, Angor would not visit Lady Mirror like that.

“Small inventions?”

Speaking of inventions, Angor imdiately thought about his unfinished music box.

A music box was not really an invention. But... a beautiful illusion and pleasant music would make up for it.

He did not have anything else that would interest Lady Mirror anyway. This toy was his only shot.

He returned to Apprentice Town Eight while going over his thoughts.

The town was quiet in the night. Only the marketplace in the distance was still bright.

Instead of heading ho right away, Angor went down into the underground market first.

According to Number 233, the schedule for tomorrow’s matches was already set. There were five matches. He also needed to check the announcent and see whether he was placed for extra matches.

Besides, he had to buy another wizard robe as soon as possible.

The old one was tossed away by Sunders, and he needed sothing to cover himself up in the tower.

He neither had ti nor knowledge to craft his own alchemy robe, or he certainly would try to make one himself.

It was late. However, the underground market was still bustling with people like midday.

The clock suggested that it was past ten o’clock. Only a few people were in front of the announcent screen.

Angor read the screen from top to bottom and saw his na appearing 11 tis. He had a match in almost every hour, from seven in the morning till seven in the afternoon.

He was allowed to draw five opponents in one day, which ant six other people chose his na in the lottery pool. It was not normal that Sky Tower gave him so many matches in one day. Angor took a guess that Baroque simply wished he could finish this level quickly and be gone.

His assumption was mostly correct. Although it was not Baroque who wanted him gone. It was the Sky Tower. His matches all ended in “shaless ways”, which did not help them attract audiences and ticket money, so the managent team of the tower would like to see him finish his levels as soon as possible.

Angor did a brief calculation and realized the eleven matches would get him enough points to reach level 15. As for his opponents... it did not matter. He was going to ask Toby to finish the remaining job anyway.

Number 233’s words did not give him a good explanation about how bad his na was. Here, however, Angor finally saw how much hate he attracted.

He saw an apprentice trying to decide which match to watch when soone nearby quickly suggested that he should avoid “One-Hit Man”. Next, he explained all kinds of dirty moves of “One-Hit Man” while occasionally cursing sothing. Even Angor himself began to dislike “Baron Milk” a little.

More apprentices joined the discussion to boycott Baron Milk. Even so mortals agreed with them.

Angor slowly turned to leave. He was getting worried that he would join them as well if he stayed here too long.

When Angor walked away, soone wearing a white bear costu appeared.

“Tonight, is the fated reunion.” He walked to Angor’s original position while muttering. When he arrived, he looked left and right without finding his target.

“Oops... Fate does sotis go wrong. I ca a little too late.”