Warlock Apprentice

As the receiving end of Tyrael’s “righteous scolding”, Angor only replied in a cold tone, “Yes, I’m not a professional when it comes to medicines. But are you sure the patients can be saved by medicine?”

No one spoke since they didn’t really know what to say. There was something fishy about the “Shadowless” illness. According to normal senses, shadows should exist whenever there was light. The doctors weren’t really convinced when they regarded the strange matter as an ordinary epidemic.

But they didn’t have another choice. They couldn’t possibly tell people “there’s a demon hunting for shadows”. One wrong move could break down the hard-earned peace in Water Grasse. This was why Leonrick demanded that the patients were kept in quarantine and that no outsiders were allowed inside.

Sometimes, maintaining peace and order was achieved at the cost of someone’s loss.

Although Leonrick wasn’t sure about this anymore, especially since his own daughter was on “the losing end”.

“Besides, are you sure your ‘conference’ can save Margot? Oh, don’t make me laugh.”

With that, Angor turned away.

He wasn’t going to waste time with mortals. Tyrael was only partially correct when he was scolding him. But that meeting was still pointless, and Tyrael didn’t have the right to put the blame on him.

In other words, whether he came here today wouldn’t make a difference to the patients.

To Angor, Tyrael was just a doctor in a city he didn’t know well, who had nothing to do with him in the future. Debating with someone like this was completely meaningless.

Seeing Angor leaving, Leonrick immediately knelt down, despite the presence of his guards and other doctors.

“Please! Sir, save Margot... You’re our only hope now...”

Even then, Leonrick didn’t actually hope to achieve anything. It was already a miracle that Angor didn’t get angry with them.

He would still try, for his only daughter, even if it meant bothering this great wizard.

The other people were startled by Leonrick’s sudden move. Leonrick’s butler and knights immediately followed their master’s example and went down on their knees.

The ones who were still standing—Hedrick, the director of Golden Cross, and Tyrael & Caroline, the two most renowned doctors in the country—watched the scene in horror. Leonrick wouldn’t act in such a humble way even when he was facing the king!

The three of them stared at Angor again.

Who is this guy? The dominator of Water Grasse is kneeling and begging in front of him?

Meanwhile, Tyrael was more curious about how this young man seemed so confident as if he knew how to save Margot.

An immature, self-indulgent, bird-playing kid had something to remove a disease that kept all masterminds of medicine in check?!

The knees hitting the floor didn’t stop Angor from leaving.

“As I said, I never agreed to your request, and I came here to check something I’m interested in. As for the patients...” Angor said while he slowly vanished into the darkness, “I can’t help them. You have all these good-and-almighty doctors and your conference. Go ask them.”

Angor suddenly stopped, and under Leonrick’s eager gaze, he turned around.

“Oh, almost forgot.” Angor pointed to Tyrael and grinned wickedly. The grim hallway and the faint moonlight gave his distinctive facial features a devilish hue.

A trace of invisible nightmare aura left his finger and sank into Tyrael’s forehead.

“A tiny punishment. It will last for three days.”

In the next second, Tyrael looked at Angor in horror and yelled out, “It... It’s the devil!”

The old man stumbled backward and knocked into Hedrick.

He looked back. “A goat... A goat demon!”

Then his pupils moved into the back of his head as he fainted.

Everyone was startled again, except Leonrick, who somewhat understood what just happened to Tyrael.

Apart from being terrified, Hedrick, who was just called a “goat demon”, scowled a little. People tended to describe him as a goat for his wrinkled skin and goatee, and he felt great offended just now.

“Count Leonrick. Our previous agreement still stands. I want to see it delivered by tomorrow noon, or else...”

It was obviously a threat.

Although desperate, Leonrick still managed to nod in return. “Rest assured, sir. I’ll ask my men to send the records to your residence right away.”

Angor didn’t speak in such a manner very often, but it worked better than he expected. It seemed that exerting one’s pressure was sometimes the most efficient way of communication.

He considered and added something “useful”. “I refuse to help your daughter because I can’t. As I checked, their bodies are totally fine. The cause must lie on that strange little shadow. Mister Leonrick, if you can find something about that shadow, I might be able to help you dig deeper into the matter.”

As a supernatural, Angor was really interested in the particular being. His instinct told him that a bigger secret was hidden within.

But he didn’t intend to investigate on his own. He didn’t know this city well, and besides, asking Leonrick’s help could save him tons of time.

Leonrick’s sad eyes brimmed with hope again. “I’ll look into it immediately!”

“Keep it low so that you don’t alert the culprit,” Angor said and looked at the other people.

“I guess I’ll tell you the ‘detail’ as a reminder—pay close attention to the colors of their hair and eyes. Now,” Angor grinned as he said, “since the drama has ended, I wish you all goodnight.”

He activated Infinite Reticence and blended in with the dark environment.

In the views of the others, his body just “gone”, abruptly.

“Where—how? He’s gone?” Hedrick dragged Leonrick closer. “Tell me my eyes aren’t tricking me!”

Leonrick stood up and addressed his guards. He said, “Send the records requested by Mister Mask. Do some investigation about that small shadow, and do it quietly.”

Caroline stared at the spot where Angor stood. She then looked at Tyrael, who was just carried onto a sickbed by Hedrick.

The old man was still mumbling, “No-no! Go away! Away with you, foul demon! HELP! Don’t kill me, please...”

Caroline held her chin and tried to remember some of the secret collections she read in the court library.

“Hey, Leonrick... Was that, a wizard?” She looked at Leonrick.

Leonrick froze, while Hedrick also looked their way. Hedrick had never been to the court library before, but he did hear rumors about wizards.

Bad rumors.

“It’s not your business,” Leonrick said.

“Come on, I want to know,” Caroline insisted. “He is, right? Or you wouldn’t have acted like that. Is he the culprit behind the outbreak?”

“Lady Caroline!” Leonrick bellowed. “Please stick to your post. As for your concern, I should tell you that Mister Mask just arrived at Water Grasse a week ago. He’s not related.”

“Wizards are stone-hearted, right? Maybe he has arrived here a long time ago, but we only see him recently.”

“I said he’s not behind this, and it’s what it is! Besides, I may have a clue now...”

Caroline lowered her head a little while she maintained her gaze at Leonrick. “So you admitted it? We were talking to a wizard?”

Without waiting for an answer, Caroline walked to Tyrael’s bed and moaned, “You stubborn knucklehead. We know we have nothing to help the sick, and you still yelled at someone you shouldn’t offend, for nothing... Hey, Leonrick? Is Tyrael alright?”

Leonrick shook his head. “I do not know. Mister Mask said it was only a ‘tiny punishment’. I guess it’s not lethal.”

“Umhmm. So the legends are true. I need to talk with Tyrael when he comes to. Can you tell me where the kid—Mister Mask lives? I want to apologize personally.”

Leonrick didn’t answer. He definitely couldn’t.

“Fair enough.”

Hedrick, who had been listening to them in shock, finally remembered how to speak. “I think I know why he’s the only one who can help us now. You were right, Mister Leonrick. And is Tyrael going to be okay after... that?”

Upon hearing the name of the old man again, Leonrick couldn’t help but get furious again. “Mister Mask isn’t really an acquaintance of mine, and Tyrael just... made it worse!”

“I’m sorry too,” Caroline said. “I left the meeting just to stop Tyrael. I must admit I didn’t really like that wizard and added my share of fuel to the situation.”

Leonrick shook his head again. “Enough about that. Mister Mask mentioned something about the colors of their hair and eyes, right? What does that mean? Can you take a look?”