Warlock Apprentice Chapter 688 - Glamor

Chapter 688: Glamor

Inside his bedroom, Angor noted his own findings as well as the final conclusion provided by Sunders in his notebook.

He wasn’t going to publish an article about the effect of Prelude to Rebirth right now, but he would like to carefully record everything he learned so that they wouldn’t slip from his mind in the long run.

This marked the end of his experint, which presented him with an “acceptable” result.

Next, he took out Sunders’ notebook that contained various subjects related to the art of illusion.

Sunders had urged him many tis that he should determine a “domain” to focus on, and he wished to learn a little of every domain before making his decision.

He had already studied many skills that originated from different domains until now, such as Acoustic Illusion and Sorcery Array. According to Sunders’ notes, he had three remaining domains that he never looked at, Mirage, Truth Manipulation, and Transformation.

He wished to get to these subjects while Sunders was still here so that he would have a chance to receive pointers from Sunders.

Since Sunders was going to depart in several days, he probably only had ti to briefly look into one subject, which ant he needed to determine which one to go for right now.

Mirage users knew how to manipulate environntal elents, such as temperature and weather, thus creating powerful illusions that relied on nature. Also, the art of Mirage was one of the two Illusionist domains that could create “world illusions”.

Truth Manipulation was an art that confused “real” and “fake” to trick victims.

anwhile, users of the art of Transformation were masters of details and disguise, who had observed enough in this world to bring out any illusions at their will.

Among these three domains, Mirage was known as the most difficult one, but this only applied to initial studies. An Illusionist with enough ti could always study all three, provided that they were talented enough to do so.

After careful consideration, Angor decided to choose Transformation as his current goal. The reason was quite simple—Transformation was the only domain he completely had no idea of right now, which ant he needed Sunders’ lessons for it.

As for the other two subjects... The legacy left by Erdus contained knowledge of Mirage, and Sush was a truth-finder wizard who majored in Truth Manipulation, who would soon return to Brute Cavern, and hopefully, he could give Angor so help.

This was why Angor would try to study Transformation while Sunders was still with him.

The first thing he needed to do was to learn basic Transformation cantrips.

The first cantrip he needed to know was “Glamor”, a level-2 cantrip used for shifting one’s appearance into that of another individual or animal.

Angor could achieve similar results by using his basic cantrips combined with nightmare illusions, but he still had to study this cantrip as it was the foundation that supported the entire skill system of Transformation.

Apart from taking on soone’s appearance, Glamor had another important effect that concealed illusion nodes so that people could not easily see through the illusion.

Moreover, most Transformation cantrips, including several spells, highly depended on hiding illusion nodes or sotis making illusions without leaving illusion nodes behind.

Angor found the cantrip to be very useful to him as it could further improve his safety when hiding from soone using Infinite Reticence because those who saw through his Infinite Reticence would end up looking at a disguised face.

He spent the entire afternoon reading the essentials of Glamor. Soone suddenly knocked on his door at nightfall.

“Mister Padt, the student of Miss Flora wishes to see you. He’s currently waiting for you in the guest room. Should I tell him to leave?” It was Butler Goode who was waiting at Angor’s door.

“Spivet?” Angor frowned. “What does he want?”

“I don’t know, Mister Padt. I saw Miss Flora leaving the mansion without him.”

“I see. Let get changed first.”

A while later, Angor entered the guest room on the second floor and saw Spivet, who was using the body of a handso young man, taking it easy on a sofa while enjoying a fruit prepared by Goode.

From that smile and his relaxed manners, Spivet seed to be quite satisfied with his new body.

Also, Spivet was already a level-1 apprentice now. In fact, he reached this level faster than Angor did.

Angor entered the door and took a seat across to Spivet. “You want to see ?”

Spivet swallowed the unfinished fruit and gave Angor a casual glance. “It’s Flora who wants to tell you sothing. I’m just her ssenger.”

Angor frowned. “Are you really going to refer to your professor by calling her na like that?”

“Oh chill, no need to be so tensed up. Social rules are for the right occasions, but she’s not here right now. Just relax.”

Angor did not protest. It seed that Spivet had not fully learned how to behave as an apprentice in order not to anger a wizard.

“So, what did Miss Flora want to tell ?” Angor chose to get to the point rather than wasting his ti arguing with Spivet.

“We can talk about that later. Now, tell , what’s the deal with that ‘alchemy illusion’ that made so much fuss around here?”

“What does that have to do with you?”

Spivet narrowed his eyes and leaned back with his arms spread on the back of the sofa. “Is it that you don’t want to tell , or is there a more complex reason?”

Angor didn’t change his plain expression. “Is that what Miss Flora wants to know?”

“Nah, it’s just .” Spivet grinned.

“Then I have no reason to tell you. Or are you talking to as the mighty wizard ‘Gragg’?”

Spivet’s smile instantly disappeared—Angor was reminding him NOT to forget who he was right now.

Spivet stared at Angor. Just as Angor thought this man was going to turn violent, Spivet suddenly revealed a charming smile.

“Co on, Angor, my dear. Can’t you just satisfy this little wish of mine?”

The way he said it imdiately gave Angor goosebumps. Angor now understood why people, including those from Gragg’s organization—Edge of Night—would like to avoid ntioning Gragg’s na and his title, the “Little Imp”. This man was shaless! So shaless that it was a miracle that he beca a wizard at all.

When Angor didn’t answer, Spivet continued “pleading” with a pair of puppy eyes. “Pleeease. I promise I won’t tell anyone else.”

Angor tried to roll his eyes but decided to stop. “If you really want to know, go to the Remnant Auction at the Month of Looming Frost. I’m going to sell an alchemy illusion item there.”

Spivet was still using the “adorable act”. “We’re both students of Phantom Master, well, in a way. Don’t be a stranger! Alright, mate?”

Angor responded to Spivet’s attempts with complete silence.

Spivet’s lips twitched a little. “Okay, now I’m sure your illusion MUST have sothing special, and it isn’t ntioned in the rumors.”

Again, Angor watched Spivet quietly as if he was looking at an idiot chatting with himself.

“Fine, fine! Remnant Coast, right? As the buyer of your item, of course I can co and ask you questions about it, eh?”

“Let’s talk after you really win the item,” said Angor.

By which ti you’ll no longer find in Brute Cavern, he thought.

Spivet finally found it impossible to breach Angor’s stubbornness and chose to talk about what he ca for today.

“It’s nothing biggie. Flora ant to ask for your help, when you have ti, that is.”

...

After Spivet left, Angor remained on the sofa and thought about what he had just heard with a frustrated look. He was woken up from his thoughts when Goode brought a glass of liquid extracted from the Milkberry Tree.

“No, thanks... You can give it to Hobbiton,” said Angor as he walked toward the door.

Goode was a little surprised as this was the first ti he saw Angor reject milk. He then checked and noticed that Angor was leaving Phantom Island instead of returning to his bedroom.

“Mister Padt?”

“Hey, Grandfather, what’s wrong with Mister Padt?” Hobbiton was sohow standing right next to Goode.

Goode knocked Hobbiton’s head. “How many tis do I have to tell you? Don’t call that while we are on this island!”

Hobbiton made a duck face. “I-okay, gran-Mister Goode. Is sothing wrong? You were talking about Mister Padt’s na while no one’s around.”

“It’s nothing.” Goode handed the glass to Hobbiton. “You can have this. It’s a gift from Mister Padt.”