Warlock Apprentice

Angor was glad the white-robed man did not drag the conversation unnecessarily longer with useless courtesy.

He looked at the screen and searched for number 5428. As expected, it was a quest asking for a customized weapon.

It did not say the exact type of the weapon, but the reward of 1,100 magic crystals was good.

“Are you interested, sir?” The man asked again.

Angor did not reveal his decision. “It didn’t say anything other than the reward. I’ll not accept a quest like this.”

“I need a customized weapon, and we can always negotiate. It’s fine if you decline after hearing me out. There’s a guest room on the second floor, shall we go there? And just in case, there’s a safe exit on the second floor for you to leave this place.”

Angor glanced around and realized that many people were giving him curious gazes now. Some of them were using their transmitters to send messages.

Once Angor finished explaining his own conditions, Bobota explained about his request.

Angor frowned after listening to Bobota’s item.

It did not sound too hard. But… was that a weapon at all?

Bobota asked him to craft a chain while using the heaviest material Angor could find so that anyone who was trapped in the chain would never get out. Plus, he needed a Rune of Silence on the chain.

A chain enchanted with Rune of Silence? Why not just use a Ward of Silence?

A synthesis alchemist might need enough experience as well as to look for proper materials to make such an item. It explained why the quest was not taken up by anybody after half a year. To Angor, however, it was not really difficult—he simply had to apply the Rune of Silence onto a chain and that was it.

Still, Angor wondered what Bobota planned to do with such an item, and what was the deal with Altar of Blood?

“Can you do it?” Bobota looked at Angor eagerly.

Angor pondered for a while and nodded. “I can.”

Whatever it was used for, he only meant to earn money out of it. Furthermore, the chain was not complicated.

“Nice!” Bobota stood up in the excitement and clenched his fists out of joy. Half a year! If he could achieve “that matter”, he would find his path of wizardry becoming smoother than ever!

“I don’t have knowledge of alchemy materials, so you have to prepare them on your own. My only requirement about the material is its weight. The heavier the better,” said Bobota as he took out 200 magic crystals and handed them to Angor. “This is down payment. You’ll get the remaining 900 crystals once you give me the chain.”

“We’re not going to the questing hall?”

“The hall will ask for a share as a service fee. We can avoid that if we do it in private. I won’t trick you. Let’s see… You decide where we finish the deal so you can make sure I don’t do anything funny.”

It seemed legit enough, and Angor did not decline.

Angor exchanged contact method with Bobota and left through the teleportation array.

Bobota stayed in the room for a while to calm his excitement. His was determined to make sure nothing went wrong during his job. Another must-do to ensure the outcome was to silence that young alchemist once and for all.

However, he needed to figure out who he was first. Bobota still had no idea who the alchemist was called.

He considered a little and decided to go to somewhere which happened to be familiar to Angor as well—the Bartterfly Pub.

A moment later, Bobota walked out of the pub with a dark expression.

He used his transmitter to record Angor’s picture so he could ask for the boy’s information. He thought it would take some time for the informant to find him a result. Instead, the informant immediately told him what he needed by looking at Angor’s photo.

Bobota was a bit shocked when he learned that he was dealing with Sunders’ personal student.

“Looks like… I can’t do anything to him. For now.”