Warlock Apprentice

After some weightlessness experience, Angor received a complicated feeling, which covered his entire body.

Compared with the itchiness upon entering the Nightmare Realm, this one felt more “muddy”, as if mixing fresh water with dirt. All in all, Angor felt somewhat terrible.

Angor took a guess that the itchiness was from when his soul left his body. When he was back here, his “fresh” soul was hurled back inside his “muddy” body.

When his soul and body completely joined each other, Angor slowly opened his eyes.

“Oh my, Angor sweetie, you have some pretty good tastes. You even brought two paintings back,” Flora’s clear yet seductive voice echoed in the room.

Paintings?

Angor lowered his head and found himself sitting on the floor with two paintings pinched under his arms. Two exact ones he brought from the golden hallway: Traveler Under Stars, and Milking Shepherd.

…

“He didn’t take the channeling method book here, so we need something else for Angor’s channeling training,” Flora exclaimed.

Sunders did not speak. Angor’s talent already surprised him much. The boy brought back two special objects from the Nightmare Realm, the Potion of Austere Night and the magic cane. As for ordinary items, Angor took them all. This was way better than Sunders’ previous attempts.

He probably guessed right. If Nightmare Forms were really divided by classes, Angor definitely had a higher class than him.

“It’s fine. This is our destiny too. Once we’re back at Brute Cavern, Angor can apply for using Montaus’ Octahedrite Channeling,” Sunders commented.

However, Angor interrupted them.

“Um, Montaus’ Octahedrite Channeling? I’m not going to use Singularity Dispersive Meditation?”