Warlock Apprentice Chapter 352 - Interesting Detail

Chapter 352: Interesting Detail

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

As the receiving end of Tyrael’s “righteous scolding”, Angor only replied in a cold tone, “Yes, I’m not a professional when it cos to dicines. But are you sure the patients can be saved by dicine?”

No one spoke since they didn’t really know what to say. There was sothing fishy about the “Shadowless” illness. According to normal senses, shadows should exist whenever there was light. The doctors weren’t really convinced when they regarded the strange matter as an ordinary epidemic.

But they didn’t have another choice. They couldn’t possibly tell people “there’s a demon hunting for shadows”. One wrong move could break down the hard-earned peace in Water Grasse. This was why Leonrick demanded that the patients were kept in quarantine and that no outsiders were allowed inside.

Sotis, maintaining peace and order was achieved at the cost of soone’s loss.

Although Leonrick wasn’t sure about this anymore, especially since his own daughter was on “the losing end”.

“Besides, are you sure your ‘conference’ can save Margot? Oh, don’t make laugh.”

With that, Angor turned away.

He wasn’t going to waste ti with mortals. Tyrael was only partially correct when he was scolding him. But that eting was still pointless, and Tyrael didn’t have the right to put the bla on him.

In other words, whether he ca here today wouldn’t make a difference to the patients.

To Angor, Tyrael was just a doctor in a city he didn’t know well, who had nothing to do with him in the future. Debating with soone like this was completely aningless.

Seeing Angor leaving, Leonrick imdiately knelt down, despite the presence of his guards and other doctors.

“Please! Sir, save Margot... You’re our only hope now...”

Even then, Leonrick didn’t actually hope to achieve anything. It was already a miracle that Angor didn’t get angry with them.

He would still try, for his only daughter, even if it ant bothering this great wizard.

The other people were startled by Leonrick’s sudden move. Leonrick’s butler and knights imdiately followed their master’s example and went down on their knees.

The ones who were still standing—Hedrick, the director of Golden Cross, and Tyrael & Caroline, the two most renowned doctors in the country—watched the scene in horror. Leonrick wouldn’t act in such a humble way even when he was facing the king!

The three of them stared at Angor again.

Who is this guy? The dominator of Water Grasse is kneeling and begging in front of him?

anwhile, Tyrael was more curious about how this young man seed so confident as if he knew how to save Margot.

An immature, self-indulgent, bird-playing kid had sothing to remove a disease that kept all masterminds of dicine in check?!

The knees hitting the floor didn’t stop Angor from leaving.

“As I said, I never agreed to your request, and I ca here to check sothing I’m interested in. As for the patients...” Angor said while he slowly vanished into the darkness, “I can’t help them. You have all these good-and-almighty doctors and your conference. Go ask them.”

Angor suddenly stopped, and under Leonrick’s eager gaze, he turned around.

“Oh, almost forgot.” Angor pointed to Tyrael and grinned wickedly. The grim hallway and the faint moonlight gave his distinctive facial features a devilish hue.

A trace of invisible nightmare aura left his finger and sank into Tyrael’s forehead.

“A tiny punishnt. It will last for three days.”

In the next second, Tyrael looked at Angor in horror and yelled out, “It... It’s the devil!”

The old man stumbled backward and knocked into Hedrick.

He looked back. “A goat... A goat demon!”

Then his pupils moved into the back of his head as he fainted.

Everyone was startled again, except Leonrick, who sowhat understood what just happened to Tyrael.

Apart from being terrified, Hedrick, who was just called a “goat demon”, scowled a little. People tended to describe him as a goat for his wrinkled skin and goatee, and he felt great offended just now.

“Count Leonrick. Our previous agreent still stands. I want to see it delivered by tomorrow noon, or else...”

It was obviously a threat.

Although desperate, Leonrick still managed to nod in return. “Rest assured, sir. I’ll ask my n to send the records to your residence right away.”

Angor didn’t speak in such a manner very often, but it worked better than he expected. It seed that exerting one’s pressure was sotis the most efficient way of communication.

He considered and added sothing “useful”. “I refuse to help your daughter because I can’t. As I checked, their bodies are totally fine. The cause must lie on that strange little shadow. Mister Leonrick, if you can find sothing about that shadow, I might be able to help you dig deeper into the matter.”

As a supernatural, Angor was really interested in the particular being. His instinct told him that a bigger secret was hidden within.

But he didn’t intend to investigate on his own. He didn’t know this city well, and besides, asking Leonrick’s help could save him tons of ti.

Leonrick’s sad eyes brimd with hope again. “I’ll look into it imdiately!”

“Keep it low so that you don’t alert the culprit,” Angor said and looked at the other people.

“I guess I’ll tell you the ‘detail’ as a reminder—pay close attention to the colors of their hair and eyes. Now,” Angor grinned as he said, “since the drama has ended, I wish you all goodnight.”

He activated Infinite Reticence and blended in with the dark environnt.

In the views of the others, his body just “gone”, abruptly.

“Where—how? He’s gone?” Hedrick dragged Leonrick closer. “Tell my eyes aren’t tricking !”

Leonrick stood up and addressed his guards. He said, “Send the records requested by Mister Mask. Do so investigation about that small shadow, and do it quietly.”

Caroline stared at the spot where Angor stood. She then looked at Tyrael, who was just carried onto a sickbed by Hedrick.

The old man was still mumbling, “No-no! Go away! Away with you, foul demon! HELP! Don’t kill , please...”

Caroline held her chin and tried to rember so of the secret collections she read in the court library.

“Hey, Leonrick... Was that, a wizard?” She looked at Leonrick.

Leonrick froze, while Hedrick also looked their way. Hedrick had never been to the court library before, but he did hear rumors about wizards.

Bad rumors.

“It’s not your business,” Leonrick said.

“Co on, I want to know,” Caroline insisted. “He is, right? Or you wouldn’t have acted like that. Is he the culprit behind the outbreak?”

“Lady Caroline!” Leonrick bellowed. “Please stick to your post. As for your concern, I should tell you that Mister Mask just arrived at Water Grasse a week ago. He’s not related.”

“Wizards are stone-hearted, right? Maybe he has arrived here a long ti ago, but we only see him recently.”

“I said he’s not behind this, and it’s what it is! Besides, I may have a clue now...”

Caroline lowered her head a little while she maintained her gaze at Leonrick. “So you admitted it? We were talking to a wizard?”

Without waiting for an answer, Caroline walked to Tyrael’s bed and moaned, “You stubborn knucklehead. We know we have nothing to help the sick, and you still yelled at soone you shouldn’t offend, for nothing... Hey, Leonrick? Is Tyrael alright?”

Leonrick shook his head. “I do not know. Mister Mask said it was only a ‘tiny punishnt’. I guess it’s not lethal.”

“Umhmm. So the legends are true. I need to talk with Tyrael when he cos to. Can you tell where the kid—Mister Mask lives? I want to apologize personally.”

Leonrick didn’t answer. He definitely couldn’t.

“Fair enough.”

Hedrick, who had been listening to them in shock, finally rembered how to speak. “I think I know why he’s the only one who can help us now. You were right, Mister Leonrick. And is Tyrael going to be okay after... that?”

Upon hearing the na of the old man again, Leonrick couldn’t help but get furious again. “Mister Mask isn’t really an acquaintance of mine, and Tyrael just... made it worse!”

“I’m sorry too,” Caroline said. “I left the eting just to stop Tyrael. I must admit I didn’t really like that wizard and added my share of fuel to the situation.”

Leonrick shook his head again. “Enough about that. Mister Mask ntioned sothing about the colors of their hair and eyes, right? What does that an? Can you take a look?”