"Why do I feel like I'm destined to meet this Fox Master?"
Angor mumbled to himself.
The next morning, Angor washed his face and went out with Toby.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw Dave leaning against a small hill not far away. The boy was deep in thought with his arms crossed. His face was red as if he was immersed in some indescribable fantasy.
Angor took off his hood and walked to him.
With a puzzled expression, he asked, "Hello, David?"
Dave shuddered and pulled himself away from the pink bubble. He looked at Angor and greeted him awkwardly.
"Why are you here? What are you thinking about? Why are you blushing? "Angor asked.
"Oh, nothing." Dave tried to cover it up. "I'm here for you."
Angor knew Dave was hiding something, but he didn't ask. Everyone had secrets. Angor was only curious about the truth. He didn't care about other people's opinions.
"What do you want?" Angor's first match was half an hour away. He didn't stop walking.
"I saw your match yesterday. I didn't think you'd make it this far. You're almost as good as the geniuses in our class, "said Dave.
Angor paused and looked at Dave with a "I don't understand" expression he learned from Toby. He smiled and said, "I don't know what you're talking about."
Dave narrowed his eyes and said proudly, "Don't try to hide it. I know. You started participating in the Sky Tower over a month ago. You're on the thirteenth floor now, and you won against Mundo and Selina yesterday … Oh, and your nickname is Milk … "
Angor quickly covered Dave's mouth with his hand.
"Ahem. Don't say it out loud. So many people are looking for me. It'll be bad if they hear you. "Angor cleared his throat.
Dave looked around. There was no one around. They were far away from the residential area. Who would hear you?
You just don't want to hear people calling you by your nickname, right? Dave complained in his mind.
Angor didn't ask how Dave knew who he was.
Although he always wore a hood, he did not deliberately hide his identity. Anyone who was slightly familiar with him would definitely be familiar with Toby. Toby's mark was too obvious. It was Toby's first battle yesterday, but Angor had brought him here a long time ago so that Toby could get used to the fighting style of apprentices. He just did not let Toby join the fight.
Anyone who knew Toby would be able to guess his identity.
"You already know who I am? The match is about to begin. Why are you here?" Angor was puzzled.
"I'm here to tell you about Fox Master!" David paused and said, "There's something else I need to tell you."
Most of the information Dave gave him were about the seeded players and those on the Three Levels of Death list. Fox Master, however, wasn't among them.
"Fox Master isn't as strong as Selina," David pointed out. "So, it shouldn't be hard for you to defeat him."
"That's what you want?"
"Of course. I'm not talking about Fox Master's strength. I'm talking about his identity." David's face suddenly turned serious. "If you can, try your best to kill Fox Master on the spot in the ring."
"You want me to kill Fox Master? Why? Do you have a grudge against him? " Angor was a little confused. He once complained about Fox Master's obsession with his appearance, but he had nothing to do with other people's business. His impression of Fox Master was neither good nor bad.
"Let me put it this way. There are three" losers "in the Summoner class. Literally, three losers and three outstanding talents. "Dave paused and continued," Fox Master is one of the "losers". You might not know him. But he has a junior from the same master as him. You must know him. "
"Fox Master's junior?" The name popped up in his mind. It was a name that disgusted him.
Dave saw Angor's expression and knew that Angor already knew who it was. "Yes, Pudongo the Dog Master."
"Pudongo the Dog Master is one of the" losers ", but people say that he's very close to Fox Master. Even his name is a tribute to Fox Master. That's not a baseless rumor. " Dave continued, "The news about Pudongo and Red Butterfly's deaths hasn't been widely spread, but it's no longer a secret to some people. I don't know if they already suspect you, but there are many tracking spells. If a level-3 apprentice uses Delusion Breaker, he or she can easily find you. "
"Fox Master might already know about you."
"So you want me to kill him in the arena?" Angor asked.
"Yes."
Angor did not reply. He did not feel too much pressure to kill someone. When he killed Pudongo and Red Butterfly, he did not even feel much of a reaction. He was a fish on a chopping board. If he wanted to kill someone, he would have to face the consequences.
However, killing a person who he didn't know was a little against his moral bottom line just because of a little bit of a sign. However, seeing Dave's serious look, Angor did not say yes or no. He only gave a vague "yes".
"Fox Master" was over. "Didn't you say you have something else to tell me?"
"Master Prome wants to see you." Dave repeated Prome's words briefly. "Master Prome doesn't know you're the alchemist yet. He only asked me to contact you and ask you to pass on his message. It's up to you whether you want to go or not. "
"Sure, I can see Master Prome. But I'll have to wait until I reach the top of the Sky Tower." Angor did not plan to hide his identity as an apprentice alchemist. He could talk to other alchemists and earn some benefits. Why not?
"Alright then." David's face suddenly blushed, and he said shyly, "Actually, I have a personal matter that I want to ask you to help me with …"
…
The first match of the day was between Angor and Fox Master.
When both fighters stepped onto the arena, Angor was still thinking about how to deal with Fox Master.
Kill him? Angor could not make up his mind.
Not kill him? It seemed that David's words made sense.
While he was still thinking, the standoff began.
Baron Milk remained as aloof as ever. He stood aside without saying a word.
Fox Master was annoyed by Baron Milk's attitude. I didn't even get the chance to show off, and you're already doing that. No, I can't lose!
Fox Master's long silver hair fluttered in the wind, and so did his moon-white robe. His eyes were closed, and his expression was as calm as ever. He held the fox head staff in his hand casually like an unworldly hermit, which made people yearn for him.
One was cold and silent, while the other was pretending to be cool.
The two of them faced each other in silence.
As time went by, Angor began to like Fox Master a little. The man might be a pretentious prick, but he rarely talked nonsense.
The match began. Fox Master's eyes were still closed, but his mana was already channeling. He was ready to attack. He knew a lot about Baron Milk since he watched the match between him and Selena.
Fox Master knew he could not beat Selena, but he still believed he could win.
The reason why Selena lost was still a mystery. Most people believed that Selena got too close to Baron Milk and was blown away by some mysterious power or alchemy item.
Fox Master was a Summoner, and he rarely fought in close combat. Therefore, he was confident that as long as he could fight Baron Milk from a distance, he would not be affected by the mysterious attack. Victory would naturally belong to him.
To be safe, Fox Master summoned the true form of the Blood-Eyed Vixen. It was a small white fox less than a meter long. Under his command, it charged at Baron Milk.
Fox Master's plan was obvious. He would use the Blood Vixen to distract Baron Milk while he cast cantrips from the rear to finish off Baron Milk slowly.
This was a common tactic used by Summoners. It allowed Fox Master to test his opponent's strength. If the opponent was too strong, Fox Master could just surrender from afar. If the opponent was not strong enough, Fox Master could take his time to finish him off.
This tactic was similar to Angor's Rogue Tactic, but it was even more effective.
When the Blood Vixen approached, Angor did not use Ice Wall like he usually did. Instead, he used Frost to slow down the Blood Vixen's speed. Then, he used a modified version of Dust Removal, which was a simplified version of Sand Toss.
The dust and ice on the ground were lifted into the air. Wind, water, and earth all reached a strange balance and combined to create a fog-like spell.
"A combination of cantrips. Interesting." Baroque was also paying attention to Angor's match. Seeing the combination of two low-level cantrips, Baroque gave Angor a look of admiration.
There were many fog-related cantrips, but there were very few level-0 ones. Most of them required specific attributes. For example, a level-0 cantrip called Dark Mist could be easily learned by Shadow Manipulator apprentices. However, other types of cantrips would require a lot of time to study, which was not worth it.
What he was using now was a combination of two level-0 cantrips to create a mist effect. It was not very powerful, but it was a novel idea.
"One is Frost, and the other one is Dust Removal. I think it's a new arrangement of cantrips?" Baroque began to look at Angor in a new light when he came to this conclusion. Both the combination cantrips and the new arrangement of cantrips could be used as stepping stones to "that path". If Angor did not have anyone to teach him, Baroque began to understand why Sunders accepted him as an apprentice.
Baroque thought he had guessed the truth behind Sunders' decision, but that was not the case. To be honest, even Sunders himself was surprised by Angor's performance.
Back in the arena, Angor used the Mist for a reason.
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