A moment later.
Balba was sitting in the living room with a tube of ointment Angor made himself. He was applying it to the wound on his palm. His expression was cold and calm from beginning to end. Even when he applied the alcohol-laced ointment to his open wounds, he didn't even frown.
After applying the ointment, Balba was still wrapping bandages around his wound with one hand.
Angor wanted to help, but Balba refused.
"Thank you so much. If you didn't come in time, I'm afraid …" Angor thanked Balba sincerely.
Balba didn't mind. "Don't worry about it. I'm just returning the favor."
Balba had been protecting Sailum and Nausica for a while now. However, Nausica was as strong as him, so Balba had nothing to do. Now that he could return the favor by saving Angor's life, Balba felt it was a good deal.
Balba didn't know how to talk. He fell into silence after replying.
Angor was quite worried about the sudden attack. If Balba didn't save him in time, he would have died. Therefore, Angor was still grateful to Balba even though Balba claimed that he owed him a favor.
Creak —
Nausica opened the door and walked into the living room in her soft armor.
"Someone's dead. Suicide. He was poisoned before he died. Probably from a regular hitman organization. But we've confirmed that he's a mortal, not a supernatural. " While Nausica went to interrogate the young man, Angor gave Balba the ointment. "He didn't tell us who hired him. But I'm pretty sure it's Hookdick."
Angor nodded. He had never offended anyone since he left home. The only two people he had a grudge against were Hookdick and Fosah. However, Fosah and Angor didn't want to fight yet, so Hookdick was the most likely suspect.
"Hookdick wouldn't really do anything to you. He's just playing tricks," Nausica said calmly. "Otherwise, he wouldn't stoop so low as to hire a mortal to assassinate a talent."
Ever since the incident at Twilight Town, Angor decided not to fight Hookdick head-on, so it was better for him to avoid unnecessary trouble. Hookdick, on the other hand, was very cautious. At most, he would glare at him viciously behind his back, but he didn't actually do anything.
Because of this, he lowered his guard after moving out of the underground cave for some time. Who knew that Hookdick would bite him at this moment?
Angor's expression turned gloomy. There was no such thing as being a thief for a thousand days in this world. If he didn't get rid of Hookdick, who knew what he would do next?
"According to Sailum, Hookdick's teacher is going to take him to a certain Soul Soil to be baptized. I don't know what Soul Soil is, but Hookdick's talent as a Soul Manipulator should help him grow even stronger when he comes back," said Nausica. "So, the best thing to do now is to endure it."
"Once you become a transcendent, Hookdick won't dare to use mortals to play dirty tricks anymore. Even if he asks other apprentices to help him, they won't dare to do anything to you. Mister Sunders isn't easy to deal with. "
Angor understood Nausica's meaning, so he didn't refuse. He already planned to stay in the house until he broke through. Now that this happened, he realized that he had to become strong enough to survive in this world.
"I understand. I'll do my best to train," Angor said. "There's a defensive array in the house. No one can break in. This time, I really have to thank the two of you. "
Nausica winked at him in a charming manner. "I just accepted the mission 'Protect the peace of Apprentice Town Eight' to earn some merit points."
Angor knew that Nausica accepted the defense mission for Apprentice Town Eight mostly because of him. But he didn't point it out. He only kept it in mind.
Nausica took the young man's body and left. Balba also said goodbye to Angor. After they left, the spacious room returned to silence.
He repeated Hookdick's name in his mind and blinked his eyes.
…
Nausica carried the body through the brook, found a clearing in the woods, and set it on fire.
The charred body crumbled little by little in the fire. Nausica wasn't paying attention to it. She was thinking about Angor.
She learned how to use spirit power under Angor's guidance, and Angor was already able to control it back then. When she learned how to control spirit power, Angor was still in the same place. When she successfully built the basic structure of her spirit model and summoned her mana pool to become a level-1 apprentice, Angor still did not make any progress.
She was very concerned about this.
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be difficult to construct a model with spiritual power. She asked a lot of apprentices, and none of them ever got stuck on this step. But why did Angor never succeed?
Nausica suddenly remembered something. She once mentioned Angor's condition to her professor, Fantase, when she was asking for advice.
Fantase didn't seem surprised at all. He only said, "What a good student Sunders got."
So … was there something he didn't know?
Or was there something wrong with Angor's channeling method?
Nausica never told anyone about her obsession with "immortality". After she became the queen of Blackberry Waters, she never had to worry about food and clothes. She also had hundreds of sailors under her command. She had power and money in her hands. How many people dreamed of living such a life? Yet she gave up her comfortable life and came to the wizarding world, where her future was uncertain.
She wanted to pursue immortality, and wizards were the closest to it in this world.
To become an immortal wizard, one had to have enough power. She knew that to reach higher heights, she had to build a good foundation. A good foundation was important! Therefore, she was very persistent when it came to channeling methods. She had to figure out every key point before she could proceed to the next step.
However, if there was a difference in levels between channeling methods, did it mean that her foundation was also different from other people's?
Nausica wanted to go back and ask Angor if there was a difference between channeling methods, but she held back the urge.
She was afraid that her question would put Angor in a difficult position.
She abruptly looked up and saw a cluster of white clouds in the sky.
"Maybe … the Cloud Library will have the answer."
The body was almost burned, but Nausica could not wait any longer. She glanced at the disfigured body and left without hesitation. Her next destination was the Cloud Library!
The fire continued to burn slowly. The smell of burnt flesh and waves of heat caused the surrounding plants to sway.
At this moment, a black shadow appeared beside the corpse.
The shadow watched the body turn into ashes and turned into nutrients for the earth before slowly leaving.
…
In a fork in the Cave Plain, a mortal was walking through the underground with a hot plate in his hand.
None of the apprentices were surprised to see this mortal. There were also restaurants opened by mortals in the underground world, and more than one of them had delivery service.
Knock, knock, knock … The mortal knocked on the door of a room.
"Who is it?"
"Sir, delivery from Pineapple Shell Restaurant."
The door was opened, revealing the man inside. The mortal smiled and handed the plate to him. Then, without any hesitation, he left.
After the door was closed, a voice came from inside the room.
"Laffitte, I'm only 30% full today. I want some …" It was an honest voice.
The pockmark-faced young man walked to the man, glanced at the plate in the man's hand, and secretly made a "three" gesture to the fat man in front of him behind his back.
The man raised his voice. "Laffitte, I want a sandwich. I'm so hungry …"
Of course, the man was Hookdick, the one who wanted a sandwich was Fosah, and the pockmark-faced young man was Laffitte.
Hookdick rolled his eyes at Fosah and cursed in his mind. "Good thing there's no outsider here, you glutton. Otherwise, I'll lose all my face!"
Then, he tossed the sandwich to Fosah. He gently pried open the inner layer of the tray and took out a white note from it.
Fosah took the sandwich with a grin and did not mind being scolded at all. He kept looking at the white slip while eating. However, he was too busy wolfing down his food to ask anything. He quickly glanced at the pockmark-faced young man, Laffitte.
Laffitte nodded knowingly and made an exaggerated gesture. "Boss, why is there a note hidden in here? Could it be that some girl fell in love with you at first sight and wanted to spend the night with you, so she wrote you a love letter?"
Hookdick scoffed. "What love letter? It's a letter from the Pollock Family."
Pollock Family? What the hell?
"Pollock Family. A family of assassins from the mortal world," Hookdick explained briefly.
"Assassins? Boss, why are you contacting them? "Laffitte was puzzled.
Hookdick showed a vicious expression. "To kill that arrogant bastard, of course. He hasn't registered as an apprentice yet, so he can't be an apprentice yet. So I … hehe. "
Laffitte and Fosah knew who "arrogant bastard" Hookdick was talking about. It was Angor, who stole Hookdick's limelight in the resource allocation hall.
They often glared at Angor like Hookdick, but it was only to please the reckless man. They did not want to offend Angor.
Laffitte thought about Angor's teacher and took a step back in silence. Fosah disliked Angor because of what happened to Melaner. However, when he learned that Angor rejected Melaner's offer, he did not hate Angor anymore.
Just like Laffitte, Fosah did not want to offend an enemy with a bright future, even if Angor was not an apprentice yet.
Laffitte and Fosah exchanged a glance and understood each other's thoughts.
Hookdick showed a disappointed expression after reading the white slip. He threw the slip to the ground.
Laffitte picked it up and read: Mission failed. A man and a woman were protecting the target. The assassin died.
There was also a detailed description of the man and woman.
"Nausica and Balba?" Laffitte murmured.
"It's these two people who ruined the trap that I worked so hard to set up. Damn it!" Hookdick's expression turned vicious. But he soon laughed out loud. "I know he's not easy to kill. But I knew it. I just wanted to put more pressure on him. I bet the bastard doesn't even dare to leave his house now. Hahahaha! "
"But I also learned that Nausica isn't the only one helping him. Even Balba is on his side." Hookdick pursed his lips. He wasn't afraid of these two at all. He did not dare to fight Angor head-on. But these two people did not have powerful backgrounds. He was going to go to the Soul Soil soon. When he came back, he would kill all those who disobeyed him!
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