Warlock Apprentice Chapter 354 - Blond Hair and Blue Eyes

Chapter 354: Blond Hair and Blue Eyes

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Angor was getting really impatient. He was going to send his guest out.

Magician cursed Angor in his mind. Although he managed not to show it. “Fine, we’ll leave this matter. So why did you go see Leonrick anyway?”

Angor didn’t really want to answer that one. But he suddenly got an idea.

“How long have you been in Water Grasse?” Angor asked sothing instead.

Magician wasn’t expecting a question, but it wasn’t anything private, so he still answered.

“Ten years.”

“Ten years... Then you must’ve heard of the Shadowless illness which started since last year, no? Leonrick invited to talk about it.”

“Shadowless?” Magician frowned. “Oh, I see. I thought that bastard only pretended to care about the victims and that he would simply give them up.”

Angor raised an eyebrow. “Well, I know nothing about it, and he wasted his ti asking .”

“Heh. So I was accusing you wrongfully then?” Magician sounded sarcastic.

“It doesn’t matter. I’m just curious about this ‘Shadowless’ thing. Do you know anything about it?”

Magician rolled his eyes. “Not much. But I can tell you what I learned... for a price.”

Angor chuckled. “What’s on your mind then?”

Magician quickly grew excited and thought about how to maximize his gain.

“How about that cantrip you were working on?”

“Do you even know what I was working on at all?”

“No. But that’s what makes it fun. It’s fine if it turns out to be sothing weak of sothing I already know,” Magician said in a shaless manner.

He already knew Angor was working on sothing good, judging from the complex formulas. Magician couldn’t help praising himself for finding sothing so valuable.

Angor picked up the papers and pointed to a random formula. “Do you know what this is?”

Magician shook his head.

“This is ‘Caigo’s Supplentary Law’, a common formula used by level-1 Occult Acoustic cantrips. Do you see the point now?”

Magician seed shocked. “You’re working on a level-1 cantrip? Good lord. I’m in luck!”

Angor felt choked a little by that outrageous display. He really wanted to know what kind of life Magician went through to develop such an unprincipled brain.

He humphed and got straight to the point. “Enough. You want to tell sothing unnecessary in exchange for the knowledge of a level-1 Occult cantrip? Tell you what, your information isn’t even enough for the ‘Caigo’s Law’ alone!”

Magician scowled.

Angor’s cold look prevented Magician from protesting further. Judging from the drafts, Magician believed that this boy was stronger, and he knew strength ant everything to wizards.

Magician tried his best to suppress his rage. “What can I get then?”

Angor was already planning to imprison Magician and force him to talk. He didn’t expect Magician to stay calm, which ant his plan wasn’t necessary.

“What kind of things do you want?”

“I... only need cantrips. Level-0 ones would do.”

Angor was actually glad that Magician didn’t ask for knowledge, which was the core of strength for wizards. It was like soone asking you for the final answers to your howork but not the calculation process.

Angor looked down and pretended to be hesitating.

“Okay. I’ll tell you about that ‘Create Water’ cantrip. You good with that?”

It wasn’t an attacking spell, but it could be a good display of power in front of mortals. Magician quickly nodded, for he also knew that his information was nothing too valuable.

“Create Water” was sothing Angor received from his tablet. It was an overstatent to call it a level-0 cantrip. Still, there wasn’t a way to address sothing weaker.

As Angor believed, “Create Water” shouldn’t be regarded as a cantrip at all.

Angor spent several minutes writing down the cantrip model and vital points and handed the papers to Magician. “You have three days to ask anything related to this spell. After that, you’re on your own.”

After obtaining the new cantrip, Magician told Angor what he knew about the epidemic without further ado.

“I don’t know much about the patients themselves, but there’s sothing that might be a clue.”

...

After their talk, Magician left Angor’s place happily with the tutorial papers in his hand.

Angor stayed in the guest room and thought about what he learned. Magician didn’t know much, not even the small black shadows. But this man had enough talent, superior insight, and imagination, which helped him study wizardry all by himself. Actually, Angor believed this man had such wild imaginations that he had never seen on anyone before.

Magician wouldn’t have found his destiny to beco an apprentice if not for his great observation skill.

When the “shadowless epidemic” started, Magician imdiately realized it was sothing related to supernatural powers, so he snuck into the forbidden zone in Golden Cross right away, hoping to learn sothing useful.

He noticed the sa detail Angor found—every single individual who lost his or her shadow had blond hair and blue eyes.

Last night, Angor learned this small detail after checking through all the patients including Count Leonrick’s daughter. They didn’t have exactly the sa colors since the shades could be different, and soone had variegated hair, so the detail wasn’t easy to notice.

Now, both Magician and Angor caught this particular feature thanks to their observant nature.

anwhile, Magician’s above-average imagination quickly led him to soone else—Shadow.

Ever since “Shadow” started coming to the supernatural etings two years ago, that man always kept low and didn’t talk much. And every ti he did say sothing, people could learn practical pointers and advice.

Magician tried to befriend him many tis, but “Shadow” never agreed.

Still, this didn’t prevent Magician from keeping an eye on Shadow.

He found sothing interesting too. During each supernatural eting, “Shadow” would sit beside a beautiful apprentice witch called Khabazar, who ca from Zeal Dominion.

Magician thought Shadow was attracted by Khabazar’s charm. But later, he noticed that Shadow wasn’t interested in this woman at all.

In this case, it was strange that Shadow would join Khabazar every ti.

One ti, Khabazar didn’t attend the eting, and Shadow chose to sit beside soone called “John Junior”—an apprentice who had not shown up for a while.

Half a year ago, Magician ran into Shadow in Water Grasse and invited him to a bar. When Shadow agreed to the offer, Magician asked a group of female dancers to accompany them, and only three of them joined Shadow closely in the end.

Won with blond hair and blue eyes.

Magician quickly thought about Khabazar and John Junior, a woman and a man with similar hair and eye colors.

Then, he associated the detail he found on the shadowless patients along with Shadow’s particular taste and quickly drew an assumption.

The “shadowless epidemic” was probably caused by Shadow.

However, Magician never told anyone about this. Neither did he pay much attention to the incident again. Until today, when he “paid” Angor the information in exchange for sothing.

The assumption wasn’t proved yet, but with so many coincidences together, it seed true enough.

Before he left, Magician told Angor one more clue.

“Just wait. John Junior and Khabazar won’t attend the eting next month. If Shadow chooses to sit beside you instead... you will know what I an.”

Of course, Angor himself had blond hair and blue eyes.

“We’ll see then.” Angor shook his head and decided to put this matter aside for now. He wasn’t interested in the epidemic, but he got a feeling that sothing hidden behind this plot might get him a way back to the wizarding world.

It was most likely that the “Shadow” guy was behind the strange illness, which didn’t really matter now, for Angor already planned to go and et this character.