Warlock Apprentice

“I see.” Dave believed him. “Truth be told, I’d really hope you don’t come here too soon. Master Prome has been teaching me lots of alchemy knowledge these days. I think I can start trying out basic synthesis once I digest what I learned.”

“Right away? You’re not starting with enchantment first?” Angor asked.

“No. I’m afraid that I might no longer have the motivation to do synthesis in that case.”

To alchemists, both rune enchantment and magic array enchantment were only temporary solutions. They considered synthesis to be the ultimate way of alchemy.

Dave was showing the same extent of enthusiasm about alchemy just like how Nausica was eager to get stronger. He knew that Angor could provide good enchantment knowledge, but Dave still chose to aim for something higher instead of going for a chance when he saw one right away.

“I understand. Enchantment does not have as much potential.” Angor nodded.

Dave seemed to be worried about something. “Would you ever study synthesis, Angor?”

“Yeah, it’s confirmed!”

The bulky man dragged the speaker as well as two other individuals around his table and hurried out of the pub.

Dave was just trying to leave through the door. The big man yelled “Outta my way!” and simply hauled Dave aside before the poor boy could react.

Dave was unharmed, but he failed to hold back a curse behind the man’s back.

“You got a problem, son?” The big man looked back at him with an angered expression.

Dave quickly flinched. When Angor tried to help, the man in beautiful clothes dragged his companion away. “Stop wasting time! Let’s get back to Sky Tower and get as many wins as possible before the info goes out!”

The bulky man nodded, spat on the ground, and turned away.

He did not spit at Dave, but Dave still looked furious.

“Naru…”

Angor heard Dave mumbling something when helping him up. “What did you say?”

“That’s ‘Raging Blade’ Naru! I’ll get him!” Dave revealed a grieving expression as if he wanted to physically put a curse on that man.

“You can use my Trigger Crossbow.”

“No, thanks. I’ll make my own weapon once I learn synthesis.”

“I’m trying to say, we can go and deal with him right now,” said Angor who also looked offended.

…

Outside the pub.

“Bartterfly Pub provides something else to Gold Card owners too,” Dave spoke, “they sell information to them. That man must have heard something important about the Sky Tower.”

“Something important about the tower?” Angor pondered. The purification garden maybe?

They soon reached Prome’s Alchemy Shop and saw a pair of people sitting on the stairs in front of the shop while chatting. They quickly stood up and greeted them with smiles on their faces.

“Them again? Such coincidence,” Angor muttered.

This was the same combination of the fat and the thinner lackey Angor met last week, Fosah and Laffitte.