Warlock Apprentice Chapter 670 - Fair Fate

Chapter 670: Fair Fate

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Angor?” Flora frowned as she didn’t expect to hear this na. “How co?”

“Why not?” Spivet continued, “I’ve done my research. I know Angor nearly created a Mystery item before. Even if he’s not a wizard yet, he fully knows how to make great treasures. Such a treasure is bound to cause ons and stuff.”

By “great treasure”, Spivet ant to say high-level alchemy items valuable to all wizards.

Leona covered her mouth and giggled. “Are you saying this is an alchemy on?”

Spivet nodded but didn’t understand why Leona looked so cheerful.

Leona flipped her fringe away from her eyes. “You made all that speech, so I thought you’re more cultured than you look. But it turns out, you know nothing.”

“What do you an?” It was Flora. She also thought about whether this was Angor’s doing since Angor once covered the sky under dark clouds as well.

Leona grinned. “Do you think I, as an alchemist, can’t tell if sothing is an alchemy on?”

“This is not?”

“Of course not! I’ve seen many ons of different sizes when brewing perfus. Well, I never saw ons caused by Mystery treasures before, but I don’t have to. This has nothing to do with alchemy, I’m sure of it.”

Leona turned to Spivet again and narrowed her eyes. “Hey you, boy. Whoever you are, hide your claws and teeth better, because you don’t have what it takes to challenge other people right now.”

Spivet’s face went a little pale, while Flora laughed out.

“Thank you for the great wisdom, ma’am. I’ll be on my way,” Spivet said in the end, after letting out a deep breath.

Leona was still mocking when Spivet was close enough to hear her. “You don’t even need your brain to tell that Angor got nothing to do with this.”

Flora saw Spivet leaving completely and put on a more serious expression. “How do you know for sure? Just maybe, Angor is behind this.”

“Oh co on, not you too. Impossible. There’s no way. End of the question.”

“There’s no ‘impossible’ in this world. Angor did the impossible before, more than once.” Flora looked in a random direction while recalling sothing.

Leona frowned. “Oh, stop it. This is beginning to look like a joke.”

Flora humphed. While part of her trusted Leona’s words, she still would like to support her young classmate. She didn’t want to see outsiders badmouthing Angor—she was the only one rightful for this job.

...

anwhile, “Star asurer” Maya was also gazing at the sky on an island to the southeast of Rockwell Venue.

“People say that those who visit Luminous Island uninvited will attract misfortune?” A man covered in a dark shade was talking at the other side of Maya’s observation platform.

The man didn’t have a body. Instead, there were black embers flickering at his position, which covered up everything.

“It is true. I placed sothing around my island to prove that rumor,” Maya replied in her aged voice. “But this will not trouble you, Mister Magus, since... you did not ‘co’ here.”

“Hee hee hee... Forgive . I didn’t an to trick you, Maya.”

The dark flas slowly dispersed, revealing the man’s form as so simple lines and sketches as if a child tried to paint a portrait but gave up because it was too boring.

Maya didn’t look concerned, while the young man behind her showed a curious look.

Maya glanced at her student and looked at the “human shape” again. “I see you gained yet more proficiency at wielding the art of inscription, Mister Magus. But you should be careful not to alert the cult.”

Inscription? Dodoro pinched his nose bridge as he rembered sothing from his mory.

“The cult? Oh, they already know about this. But they aren’t going to do anything.”

Maya smiled casually and changed the subject. “What brings you here today?”

“You don’t have to ask, do you?”

“In fact, I do not know,” Maya gave a quick answer.

“I see. You do know what I’m here for.”

Maya didn’t answer.

White Bear had been watching all along, and he grew really confused at the conversation. He nudged Dodoro and said sothing using eye contact: Hey what are they talking about?

But Dodoro wasn’t interested in the puzzle-like words—he looked away and showed a bored look.

“But aren’t you interested in inscription? I thought you wanted to learn a new skill. What’s going on with you?” White Bear said through voice transmission.

Dodoro didn’t know how to use voice transmission yet, so he could only give White Bear a cold eye—what does my interest have to do with you?

Maya knew her students were talking in private, but she didn’t do anything. She kept her attention on Magus.

“I won’t be struggling at the sa level for so long if I know about ‘that’,” said Maya.

Magus didn’t seem convinced. “What’s going on up there ans sothing to you, don’t deny it. I just want to know the cause. It can’t possibly co up without a reason.”

When hearing this, Dodoro suddenly froze in place as he sensed sothing.

Then he looked toward Phantom Island with an anxious look.

Maya saw Dodoro’s expression and silently sighed. So this is truly related to Angor...

Still, she was going to keep her theory a secret, both for her new student and for Angor. To her, befriending Angor brought her more profit than harming him.

“You’re being too hasty, Shildeen.” Maya used Magus’ true na this ti. “Just like when you tried to recruit Blackjack. Do you think people can’t understand your intention? They did. That’s why nobody stopped you.”

“What are you implying?” Magus was getting impatient.

“I know you’re desperately going after the path of truth, and that the on might help with this. Nevertheless, you should stay put and wait for now. When it ends, the truth will naturally show itself to us. I can’t tell you anything at this mont. When the world’s consciousness cos, everything I see is covered behind absolute chaos.”

Magus cald down just a little. “You... truly have no idea?”

“I’ll say it again. If I know about ‘that’, I’ll be well on my way toward the path of truth instead of wasting my ti here.”

“Right, I’m being reckless. I’ll take so ti to collect my thoughts.”

With that, Magus’ fake form slowly turned to ash and vanished in the wind.

Those still on the platform spent a mont in silence.

White Bear spoke up first, “Hey, Dodoro, what did you an by that look?”

Dodoro didn’t reply. He was still watching the direction where Phantom Island was.

Maya gently pulled White Bear’s sleeve. “Quiet now.”

White Bear was taken aback a little and looked at Dodoro again in surprise.

Did this guy see stuff again? But he saw so many prophecies in such a short ti! And why isn’t he getting backfired?!

He felt rather defeated when a new student who just joined Maya surpassed his scores so easily.

A while later, Dodoro lowered his head.

“Weal? Or Woe?” asked Maya.

Dodoro didn’t answer.

Maya pondered. “Fair. I see...”

...

The thundercloud was expanding, while the strange power affecting Brute Cavern wasn’t ceasing any ti soon.

As ti went by, Angor was feeling difficult to stand. The pressure had grown too much for him to bear.

Another giant lightning bolt appeared from the cloud, and as Angor watched in horror, it traveled straight toward his position while he couldn’t move an inch.

For a brief mont, he wondered whether he should eject his soul to escape, but it seed that he didn’t have enough ti to chant Spirit Mantra now.

Am I going to take that upfront?

Can my body even withstand it?!

A pulling force suddenly landed on his body and dragged him back.

Almost at the sa ti, the lightning struck the railings of the balcony, almost breaking the entire balcony apart.

“You can’t stay put for too long, can you?” Sunders showed up from behind Angor, shaking his head.

Together with him, an old wizard with gray trousers, a clean white shirt, and a finely-trimd checkered vest erged from the balcony door. His personal image was arranged so perfectly that Angor did not find a single stray string on his silver hair or his clothes.

“Professor!” Angor knew it was Sunders who just saved his life. Then he carefully bowed to the old wizard. “Mister Rein.”