Warlock Apprentice

Angor’s mind was clear.

Choosing the academy did not mean he could be free, and choosing Sunders did not mean he would be restricted. Besides, the academy never promised him anything, while Sunders already said he could help Jon live another five years.

Angor’s choice was reasonable.

Although Angor did not realize that the academy’s representative, Heroline, would actually give him a promise if not for Sunders’ repression. Heroline could not even move a finger now.

As Angor spoke his decision, the repression on Heroline vanished.

She let out a sigh in relief. It was just a few minutes, and she was already drenched in sweat.

Angor was going to join Brute Cavern, there was no stopping it. She could only regret in her mind, without actually showing discontent at Sunders. She humped when walking past Mara, gave Angor a last, thoughtful look, and returned to her own seat.

“Oohohoho. Such a loving scene in my restaurant.” Greya moved her bulky figure in front of Sunders. She intentionally squeezed the word “loving” between her teeth.

Breaking the restaurant’s rules and most of the spell arrays… if it was not Sunders, she would have already driven him away.

Greya suddenly removed her anger, tilted her head towards Sunders and asked in a whisper, “Whatever is the boy’s talent? You even broke my spells just for him!”

Greya was obviously itchy for some gossip. She appeared to be whispering, but she did not use anything to conceal her words, so everyone heard her.

After Sunders broke into the room just to get himself a student, people’s curiosity about Angor’s talent already reached the peak, and Greya’s question was just about right to answer that. Everyone was pretending to be calm, but they all pricked up their ears, trying to get Sunders’ answer as clear as possible.

Even Angor was curious about this. What did Sunders want out of him?

To their disappointment, Sunders only raised an eyebrow. He had no intention to tell them at all.

Greya rolled her eyes. “You kinda made a big mess in my restaurant. Would it hurt to give me a little answer?”

Sunders simply picked up his cane from the table in a casual manner and signaled Flora to leave.

“Hey hey! Just one question then. Does his talent have anything to do with ‘that place’?”

That place? Where the heck is that place? Come on, spit it out!

People looked at each other in puzzlement.

Sunders gave Greya a deep look, then left the room with Flora without saying anything. Of course, he did not forget to take Angor with him.

“Are you going to give up Angor’s custom food?”

Sunders halted and looked at Angor. The boy was still unsure about the situation.

“Send the food to my place. Oh right, what do you want to order?”

Receiving the question, Angor finally woke up from his trance. “I—I don’t know what to choose. Tea—teacher? Can you give me an advice?”

This was the first time he called someone other than Jon a “teacher”. He blushed hard.

Sunders was satisfied with his new student’s manner.

“You choose for yourself. Anything will do,” said Sunders. He took a moment to think and added, “By the way, Greya’s living food is unique in the entire wizard world.”

“Living food?” Angor felt something repulsive just thinking about that name.

Flora explained, “Living food is something Greya created with her original spells that don’t exist in this world. They all have their own special effects. Such as Section Ephemera.”

Angor pondered, then looked at everyone else in the room, who were eager for his answer.

Heroline was wearing a blank face. She was still frustrated at losing Angor, and she did not have the appetite. Sabot was considering about something while glimpsing at Angor now and then, seemingly thinking over Angor’s talent.

Jellal’s expression was still cold. Although he no longer dared to order Angor like how he did a while ago.

Angor looked at Jellal, then back at Sunders, and made up his mind.

He did not seem so bad.

“Lady Greya, I know. I’ll choose Section Ephemera.”

Everyone sighed in relief, especially Jellal—his stern expression smoothed down a little. Section Ephemera was very valuable to him. He had been looking for them for years, and missing this opportunity meant it would take even longer.

When Angor spoke his decision, Jellal’s attitude towards Angor changed from “mild hostility” to “somewhat appreciated”.

He would not be like that if Angor was still a common mortal. However, since Sunders was behind the boy now, even someone like Jellal would not underestimate Angor from now on.

After hesitating for some more, Angor asked in an uncertain voice, “Lady Greya, can you prepare shares for my teacher and Flora too?”

Flora was surprised. Then she let out a big smile. “Good boy. No wonder the teacher liked you. Heehee. I’ll take care of you at Brute Cavern. No one’s gonna hurt you!”

Sunders had no use for Section Ephemera even if it was valuable, but no one would mind getting free stuff.

Greya shrugged. “Alright. You’re the golden guest, you decide.”

Greya chose to obey Sunders during the conflict. Now Sunders was officially Angor’s teacher, of course, she had no problem answering to her guest’s need.

…

After the three of them left the banquet room, Angor felt himself short of breath as if the air was getting thin.

Flora was floating joyfully while humming an unknown song.

Angor followed closely behind Sunders, expecting his unknown future.

“Jellal is an Alchemist. The man has some extreme personality and a narrow mind, but his technique is exceptional. His title is ‘The Mythril Innovator’. If you ever want to study alchemy, you will be seeing his name quite a lot. His contribution towards mythril refinement was a major breakthrough in the alchemy field a hundred years ago. Maintain a good relationship with him, and you will see the benefit.”

Sunders’ voice broke the embarrassing silence.

Angor nodded quickly. So that was why Sunders left the choice of food to him. If he did not choose Section Ephemera, he would get on bad terms with Jellal.

Sunders was his teacher now, but he was still useless against someone like Jellal. Considering the cold and selfish natures of wizards, Angor could not do anything if Jellal suddenly decided to kill him.

Keeping a basic relationship like now was the best choice.

They came into the bronze banquet room Sunders was in. It was empty. Greya was preparing Section Ephemeras for everyone.

Sunders closed his eyes to relax. His grin suggested he was having a good mood.

Flora took the chance to tell Angor about all kinds of rumors about Barbie’s Restaurant.

Compared to Tom Weasel’s exaggerated introduction, Flora’s remarks were more directly perceived.

After a while, Angor began to have a basic idea about this mysterious traveling restaurant.

“Those strange waiters aren’t a big deal. If you ever go to Fairytown, you will find more weirdos there. Those iron men, scarecrow men, and heartless princesses… at least Greya acts like a human,” Flora concluded.