Warlock Apprentice
chapter-32

Chapter 32: Visitors from the Organizations

Flora did not intend to remind them at all. Instead, she cast an interested glance towards the young man standing behind Lady Merlin, Easley.

Such a rich spirit cloud, and those energetic spirit ripples… Flora ginned. He got potential. A talent fitted for the path of spiritual power.

Flora’s eyes rolled around, then she cast a floating spell and moved to Easley with a sweet smile.

“Hey, honey, do you want to come to the Brute Cavern? Big sis can introduce you to a mentor!” She reached out a white finger and gave Easley a gentle tap.

Easley shivered as if he was just electrocuted. A pink shade quickly covered his handsome face.

Flora was floating in front of Easley. Thick mist lingered behind her back. The air was damp, and Easley was sweating in his palms. The scene had become a fixed painting for him. This was the first time he felt such warm emotion since his childhood partner was murdered by the Silverheron Family.

Flora appeared young. She had a slim, short body and an innocent smile. Behind those blackish green eyes carried something deep behind them. Every gesture—a raised eyebrow or a mild glance—would release something irresistibly charming. Just like her voice, the combination of something from two extremes.

Her clothing was just as attractive. Her pastel hair was coiled into the shape of a flower, with only several wisps dangling near her ears. A dark red netted lace veil covered her hair and one side of her face. The long, crimson gauze skirt on her was somewhat transparent. Several dark red roses were sewn around the pleats.

She was not wearing shoes. Those smooth, clean-white bared feet would appear occasionally from under her semi-transparent skirt.

For Easley, every part on Flora, from tip to toe, was attractive. He did not even know where he should look at.

“I—I—” Easley gulped and tried to answer, but somehow, all he could do was to stutter.

Flora smiled because of her successful attempt. Before leaving the Brute Cavern with Sunders, a wizard colleague who shared a fine relationship with her asked her to find talent with spiritual power beyond 20. Looked like the wizard needed such a talent to complete a spell design.

She did not find any on her way, and she was not expecting to meet one right here.

If she could bring Easley back to the Brute Cavern, the wizard would reward her for good. She was not interested in rewards, but she had been researching on a plague source spread via blood, and she needed a pathogen originated from the Demon Abyss from the Tainted Plane. The colleague happened to possess such a pathogen.

As for what would become of Easley when he was sent to that wizard, who was famous for his cruel experiment during which he actually extracted the brains from living creatures… that would be none of her business.

“What? You don’t want to come?” Flora dragged on Easley’s collar with a childish giggle. A gentle pull and they moved exceptionally close to each other.

Easley could not speak a word right now. He could only feel his face burning, and his heart racing like hell. Happy scenes he never could dream of during his slavery began to flash through his mind.

The guide from Tower of Hurricane, Lady Merlin, had been standing beside Easley. She was very confident in Easley’s talent and believed the young man could very possibly become a formal wizard. She even secretly decided to wager her valuable resources on Easley. She only waited to get back to her organization and act quickly. Now she did not expect Flora to suddenly come in her way.

However, Lady Merlin could only bear with her anger with her teeth clenched. She could not oppose Flora. All she did was looking at Easley with worry, hoping that the young man could clear his mind quickly and get rid of Flora’s fake charm.

Easley was only a young man without much experience. He could not even control his own drooling with Flora seducing him up close, and could only have his mind dragged around by the woman.

“Okay…” Easley muttered with misty eyes.

Flora chuckled and prepared to drag Easley away. However, a sudden yell stopped her.

“Flora! Taking Easley away like that means you finally decided to go against the Tower of Hurricane?”

Flora squinted her eyes and looked at the speaker.

A man and a woman wearing mysterious-looking wizard robes emerged from the thick mist on the endless sea. The middle-aged man was wearing a black, golden-edged robe. He was rushing in the air. Every time he waved his metal stick, his figure would advance hundreds of meters.

While the young woman beside him was covered by water blooms and walking on the water. There seemed to be a long, slim shadow in the water under her bared feet.

The middle-aged man was the one who warned Flora.

“Jellal the Mythril Innovator…” Realizing who had come, Flora no longer used her charming voice and replaced it with a cold, emotionless tone. “What. The child is willing. You want to stop him now?”

With that, Flora glanced at Sabot in defiance. The Mad Bear had been trying to pretend that he did not exist.

The visitors were Jellal, “The Mythril Innovator”, from Tower of Hurricane, and Heroline, “Ocean Moray”, from White Coral Floating Island Academy. They were both formal wizards. Famous ones. Especially Jellal. He majored in alchemy, and earned himself the title of “Mythril Innovator”. That alone showed his great knowledge about the changing properties of metallic elements.

Jellal was not strong, but the title of an alchemist gave himself a great position in the southern wizard world. Even Sunders would not want to make him an enemy without a good reason.

Without a doubt, they came here because of Sabot’s message for help. That was why Flora glanced at Sabot.

Sabot did not really have a choice. The Redbud was forced by Sunders and Flora to look for Barbie’s Restaurant on Devil’s Water, and no one knew whether these two moody wizards would suddenly decide to slaughter every talent on the ship after they found what they wanted. Sabot was from the Floating Mech City, so he was not afraid of the pair himself. However, his mission was to ensure that every talent reached the Fey Continent untouched. So, he sent alert to the three organizations just in case.

Jellal already reached the crowd in a blink of an eye. He first nodded towards Sunders as a greeting and made sure Sunders would not intervene, before turning to Flora.

“Look at Easley’s spirit circulation closely, Flora. He has already learned the Nirvana Hexagram Channeling method of Tower of Hurricane. Are you planning to take him away and steal our secret?”

In the wizarding world, every organization had its own channeling method. Peeking at someone else’s method might result in hostility towards the respective organization. However, this was not always the case. There were good and bad channeling methods. The methods openly distributed by the organizations were usually intended for the public, and such methods were not really efficient.

Besides, most wizards were used to living carefree lives. Giving away their channeling methods occasionally was not something serious. Of course, valuable and rare channeling methods had their own safety measures. Most of such knowledge was only accessible to core members of wizard organizations while under the limit of a lot of restrictions.

This was the reason why rarely any wizard wars were launched around channeling methods.

However, Jellal’s excuse was still enough to discourage Flora.

A green light appeared upon her eyes. Flora scanned Easley to see the inner model constructed by his spiritual power. As Jellal said, it was a hexagram, drawn with both dotted and solid lines.

Flora humphed, “It’s just a petty model, anyone could see how to make one. Big deal.”

With that, Flora returned to Sunders, never to mind Easley again.

Easley was still hesitating. He felt disappointed. Jellal noticed his condition and glared at him, “Get behind, you little disgrace.”

Easley’s face quickly went pale. He gulped and stood backward in fear.

However, no one noticed the small trace of darkness lingering in his eyes, and his tightly-clenched fists hidden under his sleeves.