Warlock Apprentice

Even now, there was still a faint smell of blood wafting outside the yard.

Therefore, when Angel arrived, not a single demon acted excessively, silently waiting for the journey of experience to begin.

After their journey of experience had concluded, looking at Angel, the indigenous shopkeeper of the Misty Cabin, there was no more scorn to be seen in their eyes, only shock.

Although this batch had not caused any anomalies, they could feel the surging water system power in their bodies and were very clear about the advantage they had gained.

Merely three hundred Demon Gold Coins for such significant enhancement, it was such a steal!

After sending this batch of customers away, Angel was content as he counted the earnings: “Another three thousand Demon Gold Coins.”

The previous batch of customers had already brought a revenue of three thousand Demon Gold Coins, and now he had earned that much again. All in all, he had made six thousand Demon Gold Coins today. If he added the harvest from yesterday, he currently had seven thousand and eight Demon Gold Coins on him.

The ten thousand mark was less than three thousand coins away.

He could have deducted the material cost for the undying burning bones, but he felt it wasn’t right to take advantage of the night innkeeper for nothing, and since the speed of filling his own pockets was so swift currently, Angel decided to calculate the cost of the materials for the undying burning bones and repay Night.

As Angel was doing the accounting, there was another stir outside the door.

Thanks to the introduction of the two batches of demons that had left earlier, new customers had arrived at the Misty Cabin.

Angel turned back to Canaan and said, “This time, wait until we have thirty customers before calling me.”

“Thirty customers? Isn’t that a bit too many… Can you handle that, shopkeeper?”

“It’s not a matter of whether I can or cannot, but whether you can manage thirty customers at the same time.”

Canaan was momentarily dazed, then nodded firmly. After its breakthrough the day before, its strength had soared, and from a human standard, it was at the pinnacle of a first-level wizard. In Lassudral, while it wouldn’t swagger around, it was no longer a small fry either.

With the looming presence of Lord Fafnir too, let alone thirty customers, even if fifty customers came at once, it was confident.

Seeing Canaan nodding, Angel was also very satisfied inside. With Canaan handling the situation, it saved him a lot of trouble. And to be honest, if it were up to him, he would probably be flustered facing ten customers at once. But Canaan had been operating in Lassudral for ten years and was very familiar with the habits of the demons and half-blood demons, and even with many customers, it could manage everything neatly.

It could be said that the six thousand Demon Gold Coins earned in a short time owed much to Canaan’s effort.

Angel considered that when it was time to leave, he might give Canaan a generous severance pay.

Angel leisurely returned to the loft; with Canaan handling things below, he was able to snatch a few fragmented moments to repair the half of the door in the Mind Space.

Moreover, the more he repaired that half of the door, the more fascinating it became.

The wonder wasn’t about what Angel already knew, but the unknown other half. He had an inkling before that the strange energy might bring him a big surprise, and now he was quite certain of it.

As he was constructing the remaining half of the door, occasionally a strange energy would flow from the other half, and simultaneously, Angel’s perspective would undergo a mysterious change.

In this altered perspective, Angel always felt that the world he saw seemed to have an additional layer of deeper information.

The difference was like that between ants and humans; although these two species live in the same world, the world they see is not the same.

As Angel felt that strange energy, it was quite similar; he seemed to transcend the limits of human eyesight, seeing more subtle details.

For example, flavor, pheromones. These previously intangible concepts now seemed to be clear in his vision.

This was a new perspective, or rather, a new domain.

Angel valued this experience highly, believing it would bring him endless benefits in the future. Moreover, he was eager to see his first witchcraft slot come into existence, which is why he was so proactive and even used any waiting time to work on it, just to complete the door sooner.

Angel quietly continued building the door until, about four hours later, the wind chimes in the yard released a clear sound, calling him down.

No sooner had he descended the stairs than Angel smelled a strong scent of blood. Glancing to the side, it seemed there were several gigantic shadows in the yard. On one demon’s belly that resembled a small hillock, Fafnir sat with the posture of a victor, showing a bloodthirsty smile.

“Those demons were foolish,” Angel said after descending, and Canaan came to him, whispering in Abyss Language, “They thought that surely the shopkeeper could not have created an Illusionary Realm with the rhythm of the ocean, and must rely on some treasure. They wanted to seize it but were all suppressed by Lord Fafnir.”

Canaan’s words gave Angel food for thought.

Opening this shop was just too ostentatious. If he had only fiddled with the Ocean Rhythm occasionally, other demons probably wouldn’t have targeted him so easily. But not only did he produce two anomalies in a short time, but he also released the Ocean Rhythm in batches of ten, and now even thirty at a time. Even though Angel never showed the true form of it when releasing the Ocean Rhythm, it always stirred speculation.

After all, every time he released it the energy fluctuations in his body were minimal.

Moreover, such large batch and wide-ranging boosts were also the reason why those demons couldn’t wait to make their move.

Ten in a batch earned him three thousand Demon Gold Coins. If it were thirty in a batch, he could make a whopping nine thousand Demon Gold Coins. Such a speed of making money was enough to make anyone green with envy.

So, this situation was also within Angel’s expectations.

Canaan voiced his concerns, “Shopkeeper, what should we do next?”

In Canaan’s mind, even if Fafnir’s strength was enough to suppress them, the money they were making was in plain sight for all demons to see. Those who were jealous or harbored different thoughts were surely more than one. They would definitely face constant harassment, and Lord Fafnir surely couldn’t protect them all the time.

However, Angel didn’t care much about it. His personality itself did not favor flamboyance; the only reason he was making money so high-profile this time was due to the urgency of time.

Anyway, he couldn’t keep the shop open for many days. Maybe he could slip away as soon as the shop closed today, and not care about the outside world anymore.

“No worries, it won’t cause a big stir,” Angel reassured briefly before returning to the main topic, “Is this batch of thirty complete?”

Canaan nodded, “Yes, but…”

“But what?”

Canaan felt helpless, “This time, it’s not only water system demons but there’s also a fire system demon.” He continued, “I made it very clear to it that the enhancement effect is better for water system demons and useless for fire system, but it wouldn’t listen and insisted on participating. And it has already paid the Demon Gold Coins.”

Angel turned around and instantly found that point of bright flame in the damp mist.

Literally bright flame.

It wasn’t large in size, resembling a little dumpling, burning with raging flames. With big, round eyes, if it weren’t for a long black tail and the tiny fire sword in its hand, at first glance, it seemed like an Elemental Sprite of the Fire Element.

This little fire dumpling was very active, hopping around the yard, particularly fond of teasing female demons with dense water vapor. After each tease, it would mischievously swing its fire sword and laugh heartily in midair, shaking its tail.

It appeared to be a naughty brat.

“Is it really a demon? Not a fire elemental?” Angel asked in a low voice.

Canaan replied, “It is a young Fire Demon. It might look like a fire elemental now because it’s still in its juvenile stage. When it begins its transformation, it will evolve from a small demon into a powerful Patterned Fire Demon, and there have even been Patterned Lords in the deeper layers of the Abyss…”

As Canaan spoke, his expression grew a bit peculiar, “It’s quite strange. Young Fire Demons are Demon Nobles from the deep layers of the Abyss and usually reside even deeper within the Bottomless Abyss. It’s rare for them to appear on the surface, so how did it end up in Lassudral?”

“Juvenile stage?” Angel ignored the latter part of Canaan’s words, looking towards the Young Fire Demon, and immediately tagged it as a “brat” in his mind.

And that brat was still incessantly teasing the water system big sisters.

Many water system demons, even if they were stronger than the Young Fire Demon, considering its “Demon Noble” status, only dared to express their anger with glares, not daring to actually strike out.

Watching from afar the group of water system demons who dared to be angry but didn’t dare to speak, Angel couldn’t help but sigh inwardly: Even the notorious and vicious demons among humans also had their own hierarchy. Although demons lack what we call morality, setting aside this, they also have their own social structure.

“Shopkeeper, what should we do now?” Canaan asked.

Watching the Young Fire Demon still flirting around, Angel enunciated, “Kick, it, out.”

Angel wanted to kick the Young Fire Demon out, not because it was too naughty, but because the transcendent system of demons differed from the witches’ system. For instance, a fire system wizard might also be proficient in the water system; hence they could still enhance their water affinity in the Ocean Rhythm.

But it was different for demons. A Fire Demon was basically fixed in its attributes and couldn’t wield other elemental powers. Especially not the water system power, which is completely at odds with its own.

Even if the Young Fire Demon were pulled into the Ocean Rhythm, it would gain nothing.

There was even a great likelihood of injury due to the Ocean Rhythm’s guiding power.

For a “big-name” Demon Noble, it’s self-evident whether being kicked out would have more severe consequences than suffering serious injuries in the shop.

Even though it made no difference to Angel, considering Canaan would still be in Lassudral, to avoid bringing her trouble, it was better to kick it out.