Warlock Apprentice Chapter 40 - Section Ephemera

Chapter 40: Section Ephera

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

Every supernatural in the room imdiately got Jellal’s idea.

If Greya did have Section Epheras, they should give up on improving their talent or spiritual power. Each of them should take a Section Ephera ho and be done with it.

The apprentices were frustrated by Jellal’s question, but they quickly accepted the fact when they thought it over. If they could get their hands on a Section Ephera sought by wizards, they could just use it to exchange talent-improving potions from the wizards. It would take longer, but they could also earn favor from formal wizards.

The apprentices were still happy about the outco.

Outside the room, Flora yelled “Aiyayayah!” anxiously.

“Section Ephera! Argh! I want it too! Let in, you shaless assholes! I want to join the party!”

No one cared about Angor’s feelings. Why would they? They could simply give him sothing in return in the end. Even that was not necessary. After all, what could a mortal do to them?

“Do you have it?” Jellal asked again.

Greya glanced at Jellal with a fake smile, then looked at Angor again, who was still wearing a plain look.

But Angor’s trembling arms gave him out.

Greya waited for a while before she unfolded her fan again to hide her expression. “Ohohoho, Section Ephera? Of course. I created it myself.”

All wizards instantly perked up.

Sabot was the one showing the most exaggerated expression. The Floating ch City was a major wizard organization as well as a prosperous trading city. Most money that moved in the wizarding world must leave a share when passing through there. Of course, Sabot fully understood how valuable Section Ephera was. He went to the Sky Auction House often, so he knew a bit more secrets than the others. Section Ephera was produced by human hands. Rumor had it that a wizard made them using originally-created spells. In other words, it could not be copied. During recent centuries, the sale of Section Ephera was always dominated by one group and sold in really small numbers.

Sabot was not expecting to run into the creator of Section Ephera here! If he could join Greya’s line of business... then maybe he could earn himself a position to sell the item. Even if he was only allowed to sell a few, he would make a giant fortune!

When he was done thinking, Sabot began looking at Greya with a different idea in his mind.

“Apart from Section Ephera, I also have Secret Snow Tree Cakes, Stew Combo made from Cloud Sea Raccoons, Magus Crab at, Magic Steam Twister...” Greya gave them a long list of nas. There were als that could further develop one’s brain, cleanse magical obstacles, trigger spell source vortexes... every al was extrely attractive to wizards.

“I want Section Ephera.” Jellal was firm.

Heroline and Sabot frowned upon Jellal’s dictatorial decision. Heroline preferred a al that developed her brain, while Sabot wanted sothing to improve his magic power. They could only choose one. In the end, they both remained silent. Section Ephera was fine. They had no use for it, but they could at least exchange it into sothing they needed. No need to offend the “Mythril Innovator” for now.

“You’re not the one who’s making the decision.” Greya tilted her lips towards Angor.

Jellal was as confident as ever. “He will listen to .”

He looked towards Angor with a complicated expression. He got into the restaurant because of the young man. Otherwise, he would receive the humiliation of getting rejected in front of all the apprentices. However... Jellal was not feeling any gratitude. Instead, he was a bit angry at Angor, for putting him into an embarrassing situation sohow.

Jellal held hostility towards Angor. Still, he did not completely give up his sense of sha by venting it out in front of everyone.

“Angor, is it? Choose Section Ephera, and give your share to . I’ll give you a bottle of Potion of Austere Night in return. It’ll increase your spiritual power limit by two.”

Jellal did not care for Angor’s response before looking back at Greya again. The Potion of Austere Night was very useful to apprentices but was valued far less compared to Section Ephera. A hundred bottles of the potion might be enough to exchange for... a piece of tail from a Section Ephera.

Angor was hiding his anger against Jellal. He did not expose any of it, he only kept inhaling and breathing, while telling himself to “relax” in his mind.

Ever since he ca to The Redbud, he experienced several incidents where he could not grasp his own fate, and this was the worst one. Still, he could not do anything. Jon told him that “a wise man could always understand the situation” and “little impatience spoils great plans”. He really wanted to vent out his vigorous teenager temperant, but he could not, especially when the gap between strength was just too big.

“Made up your mind, boy?” Greya asked Angor with a smile.

No matter what Angor chose—be it the Section Ephera or a al to improve aptitude—Greya would agree with him. The improvent als she made was hardly better than the Potion of Austere Night. This was why Greya did not interrupt Jellal. Otherwise, to obey the rules established by “that man”, she certainly would have intervened, when a golden card guest was being forced by soone else.

Angor kept silent for quite a while, before he finally spoke, “I... I think I’ll choose the Section Ephera.”

Upon hearing “Section Ephera”, Jellal nodded. He did not even care about what Angor ant by “I think”.

“But can I ask sothing before I make the final decision?” asked Angor.

“Neehahaha, of course, you can. As a golden card holder, as long as you’re inside Barbie’s Restaurant, all questions you have will receive their best answer.” Tom Weasel popped up from God-knew-where.

Angor looked at Mara, who was a little surprised at first, but soon realized what Angor ant.

“About your teacher?” Mara tried to ask.

Angor nodded, and slowly explained Jon’s condition to Greya. Of course, he did not say anything about Jon’s origin. He only emphasized Jon’s physical changes and his current situation.

Greya raised an eyebrow and considered for a mont. “Your teacher’s body wilted on its own? Including his limbs?”

Angor nodded.

Mara also added sothing. “I have cast Detect Disease on him. There was no illness.”

The body wilted without a cause of disease?

Every wizard in the room realized an answer, but no one broke the silence. In the end, it was Heroline, who had been keeping a low profile, spoke up first.

“A wilted body without disease is likely because soone is being expelled by the World’s Consciousness,” Heroline paused a little. She then explained in a casual manner, “Maybe your teacher wasn’t from this world.”

Everyone nodded. Even Greya agreed to Heroline’s point.

Angor did not reply. He already knew Jon was from another world, but he did not dare to ntion it.

Mara, however, helped him this ti. “I used Expel Deceit on him as well. His teacher is from this world because the spell told he’s completely human. Unless there are humans in another world too.”

Mara’s words made all people quiet again.

Humans only existed in the wizarding world—this was a common sense here. Humans in the other worlds or planes were either travelers from the wizarding world or humanoid creatures. There were no “otherworldly humans”.

Even if a human immigrant gave birth in another world and then returned the child to the wizarding world, the World’s Consciousness would not repel the child. In other words, as long as soone had human blood in them, they would not have trouble with World’s Consciousness even if their appearance had beco a humanoid creature.

Not to ntion Jon was a pure human.

Everyone was stumped. Heroline considered for a while and spoke again, “If he’s a human, he shouldn’t be repelled by the consciousness... Well, if it’s not a disease, it could be cursing spells or sothing similar.”

Before Mara could explain that he did not find any magic traces, Heroline continued, “Maybe the cause is so ability from another plane, which ans you can’t detect it.”

Just like that, the nature of Jon’s “condition” was sowhat determined under people’s discussion.

Angor was planning to ask if Greya had any food to save his teacher. If so, he would try to get it, even if it ant he would displease Jellal.

However, the discussion had reached a wrong conclusion on Jon’s condition. A al made while following such a conclusion would not help Jon at all.

The reason for Jon’s condition was just “a visitor from another space was unaccustod to this world”.

Yet Angor could not say it. He only pretended to laugh it off in front of everyone.

“Any more questions? If not, I’ll start making the Section Epheras!”

“No, please go ahead—” Angor bowed towards Greya and prepared to walk away, but he suddenly recalled the itchiness on his back. “Oh wait, I have sothing else to ask. It’s about myself...”