Warlock Apprentice

Angor did not mean to taunt. He really wanted to know if Silvia’s attack had ended.

The mild pain was nothing compared to what he went through in the Nightmare Realm when he saw the strange wall. It could not possibly be the rumored skill called Soul Absorption.

His question somewhat angered Silvia even further. She lunged at Angor like mad. However, the soul of a former apprentice was too weak to use effective physical attacks. She could damage people by using spells for now, and both of her skills—Soul Howling and Soul Absorption—did nothing to Angor. Her frenzied scratches and kicks were also completely useless.

On the other hand, Saka was not angered like Silvia. He was now looking at Angor with great enthusiasm as if someone just discovered a treasure vault.

“Not giving up yet?” Angor lifted an arm at him. If Saka insisted on fighting, he would not show mercy this time.

Saka only revealed an eerie smile.

“Such a beeeeautiful soul… hehe…” The man’s expression slowly returned normal, like a gloomy yet dashing artist. “At last… my third star.”

Saka’s crazy look was replaced by gentleness.

“Tell me your name, my precious,” Saka approached Angor with the steps of an elegant nobleman, completely oblivious of the bleeding wound on his shoulder.

Angor felt a terrible chill climbing along his back. This man was worse than a psycho!

“Freeze!” He yelled. “One more step and I’ll…”

Pong!

A golden bolt stuck in the ground in front of Saka’s feet.

“… kill you.”

Saka smiled brightly. “My… Precious Star. Do you like this name?”

What the heck is Precious Star?

Angor felt really disgusted. This madman was beginning to give him nicknames now?

Saka kept approaching.

Angor grimaced. He released a golden bolt enchanted with Freeze Rune, directing it at Saka’s heart.

Saka was already hurt, and he was in no condition to avoid the attack. He tried his best to move aside a little, causing the bolt to hit the right edge of his chest.

In the next instant, the entire right side of his body was frozen in ice.

The result of the battle was clear. If Saka did not get treated in time, whether he could live was only a matter of time.

Saka tossed his profile card into the air and surrendered.

Angor would have really appreciated his decision… if Saka did not toss his card like throwing a love letter.

After Saka admitted defeat, the medical team in the tower immediately came to the stage. When Silvia returned to Saka, another bulky, muscular man also appeared beside him. That must be his second star, ‘Venus’ Herrington.

Angor suddenly realized something. Was Saka referring to HIM by “Precious Star”? Or rather, his soul?

While being carrying away, Saka was still looking at Angor with a certain lover’s look.

Angor trembled again.

“That monster really wanted my soul?! I should’ve killed him!”

Angor considered his options. Could he finish Saka off right now? Would it earn him a bad name or something? His moral did not really allow him to attack someone lying on a stretcher. How about… find a chance later and get rid of Saka?

As Saka was carried off the stage, Angor was still standing in the middle of the arena, wondering what to do.

The audiences suddenly yelled in unison. Then they all cheered Angor’s name under his puzzled gaze.

“Baron Milk! Baron Milk! Baron Milk!”

Receiving such treatment from audiences usually meant great honor. Angor, however, only felt indescribable embarrassment. His title ruined it all! He should have insisted on using “Absolute Truth”!

In the end, Angor only waved at the audiences in a stiff manner to tell them that he heard them before heading toward the waiting room without looking back.

The other fighters in the waiting area also paid him a lot of attention. Saka had been bullying other people in Level 10 for some time. His terrible wound which was caused by Angor would probably keep the weirdo off the stage for a week or two, which meant the others now had one less thing to worry about.

Although… Baron Milk himself meant another threat to them.

Angor did not go for another match. He spent most of his mana in this match so he was not confident that he could manage another. He decided to return home and rest up.

Inside his house, Angor took some time to think about the fight against Saka carefully.

He was taken by surprise too many times because of the lack of knowledge about Soul Manipulators. If he had known that Silvia could not really do much to him, he would never waste mana on his defense spells.

Speaking of Silvia… She did use Soul Howling and Soul Absorption, right?

Angor checked in his hologram tablet for Soul Manipulator spells.

… And he found none.

There were not many Occult spells in the books he had. At least Sunders’ collection did not record many of them.

If Silvia’s yelling and the red beam she released were skills, then why did he not feel anything? Well, maybe Soul Absorption tingled him a little but that kind of pain was completely neglectable.

Maybe it had something to do with the essence of Glutton Flower Lord? No way. According to Sunders, the essence only mended damaged souls, not protected them.

Angor gave up. He decided to go ask Dave about it later. Since Dave possessed data about Saka, he should know about Silvia’s abilities as well.

The match further helped Angor realize his weaknesses—his means of attack were too simple. Also, he had too little knowledge about his opponents before each fight.

Whilst resting, Angor slowly went through the participant list Dave gave him and tried to check the abilities of elite fighters so he would not get too helpless when facing them.

In the afternoon, Angor came to the Sky Tower late and only had four matches. He won them all. The matches attracted more and more audiences this time. It seemed his victory against Saka was known by more people, so they came to Level 10 just to watch him. And of course, they were mostly trying to spy on him to know his strengths.

In the evening, Angor waited in front of the tower until nine o’clock, hoping he could catch that pervert.

He did not succeed though. Instead, he saw Chloe Brothers.

Angor never tried to hunt them down since the twins always stayed really far every time they saw him. However, now that the Chloe Brothers were right under his nose…

Angor blocked them inside a small alleyway.

His black robe looked even darker in the narrow path at night. The Chloe Brothers recognized his identity immediately.

They quickly stayed cautious and showed fear.

Angor was glad they did since this would make the situation a lot easier.

Before Angor could initiate a “friendly conversation”, the elder one of the twins—Black Chloe—moved in front of White Chloe and handed a tattered magic scroll to his brother.

“Mister Baron Milk, we don’t mean to oppose you,” Black Chloe spoke.

Angor ignored him. He carefully inspected the magic scroll in White Chloe’s hand.

Those composite runes and special markings… he saw them in Sunders’ collection before.

“Crown Clown’s Balanced Teleportation,” Angor slowly revealed the name of the magic scroll.

Black Chloe remained calm. “I see you already know about it, mister. I hope you can let us go. We promise never to tell anyone about you, and never to show ourselves in front of you again.”

White Chloe looked really worried about something. “Brother…”

Angor, on the other hand, hesitated. The twins reminded him of Leon. While studying in an exclusive school in Waterford, people often bullied him for his timid nature, and Leon always stood in front of him like that.

He was planning to get rid of the twins, but their magic scroll changed his decision.

The Crown Clown was a demonic dominator in Abyss Plane who sought absolute balance in everything. If someone wanted to gain something from it, he or she had to pay an equal price. It enforced such a rule that was even harder than the “equivalent exchange” convention between wizards. Because of Crown Clown’s controversial behaviors, many wizards became its fanatic believers and preached the devil’s name around the wizarding world.

A magic scroll with Crown Clown’s name on it could totally achieve powerful effects.

This magic scroll looked really broken and incomplete. However, with the “blessing” of Crown Clown, anyone could now use it as a brand new teleportation scroll… by paying a price.

The price for using the scroll was usually someone’s life. And not anyone, for that matter. The sacrificed one had to possess the same blood of the scroll’s user. In other words, one of the brothers had to sacrifice the other one in order to get away.

Black Chloe was obviously prepared for this. If Angor insisted on killing them, he would use his own life to let White Chloe escape.

Angor had no idea where the twins found such a scroll, but he knew he was not going to kill them both today.