Warlock Apprentice

Instead of reading the message, Angor found the head of the broken corpse and removed the hood covering it, while bearing the stink of blood.

Just as he thought, it was not Saka’s corpse. He killed a total stranger.

He checked through the other corpses without finding anything useful. He only took several random objects, including some money pouches, from Naru and his partners.

He put the money away and proceeded to burn the bodies up.

Several apprentices walking past by saw his action, but no one spared the effort to care. Those who were going through this path all tried to avoid the “crime scene” by taking a small detour.

Just like how it was within Tree Spirit Garden. Every apprentice had learned to avoid “unnecessary trouble”.

Angor waited until the bodies turned into bone chips before leaving. The moon was already high in the air.

“No,” said Dave as he waved his hands. “I still need to go back even if I’m to sleep. It’ll be big trouble if I miss any important orders. Thank you, really. I gained a lot of experience last night.”

Dave bowed to Angor sincerely.

“Likewise. The quests are too hard for me to do all by myself. I’ll give you half of the reward of any quest that involves your effort.”

Dave tried to refuse, but Angor stopped him. “You see how I need little time enchanting the weapons? Making the billets was a harder job. I should give you more.”

Dave was too tired to think over Angor’s words. Before he could register what happened, he was already leaving Angor’s garden.

Dave decided to remember the debt for now and headed back to the underground market.

Angor, on the other hand, went back to his bedroom and slept to his heart’s content.

It was two in the afternoon when he woke up. Toby was doing his little music concert in the attic again.

Angor took some time in his soundproofed room to meditate. When finished, he remembered that he still had Saka’s transmitter on him.

And Saka mentioned something about sending a message yesterday.

He injected mana into the crystal ball and more texts appeared on the object.

[To My Precious Star:]

Angor sneered at how Saka addressed him.

[You must have already killed my body by the time you read this message. Such a pity. I went through a lot of trouble finding a container most suitable for my soul. But well, it’s still an honor to witness you killing it.]

[I really did plan to give you a message: Beware~ Hookdick has returned from Soul Soil. I know you hate each other. So how about it, am I being helpful?]

“Heh. I hate Hookdick as much as I hate YOU.”

[There’s something else. My mentor had given the blood of succubus to Hookdick. It went smoothly. I hereby attach a picture of Hookdick’s current condition to you. Enjoy!]

Angor scrolled the message down and revealed a pink-themed picture.

He looked at the man inside the picture, widened his eyes, then rubbed his eyes, and looked again, more carefully this time.

“This is Hookdick?!”