“I got it!” Sabot suddenly yelled.
“What is it?” Mithra and Yeliya both looked at the man who interrupted their quarrel.
“That apprentice, Angor… I knew I saw him before. Last year, I took a mission where I had to protect The Redbud. I agreed to the mission because I thought I could have some change of scenery for once. Three wizard organizations sent their guides to recruit, and Angor was one of the talents found by White Coral Floating Island Academy.”
“You mean, Angor is the academy’s student?” Mithra tried and failed to recall any famous alchemist who originated from there.
“No, he didn’t go to the academy.” Sabot frowned and showed a strange expression. “I think… Mister Bogula might get himself in big trouble.”
“Are you saying Angor belonged to someone special?”
Sabot nodded. “If nothing went wrong after the incident, Angor was accepted by none other than the killing machine from the south, Mister Phantom Master.”
Sunders?!
Those words shocked Mithra and Yeliya both. They quickly believed Bogula’s assumption that Bogula would run into something really bad.
“You sure about it?”
Sabot nodded again and described what happened in Barbie’s Restaurant.
It took them a moment to digest what they learned.
Yeliya broke the silence first. “If this is the case… I don’t think Mister Phantom will do anything. Just think about what happened to Blood Witch.”
“This is different,” Mithra said as he shook his head, “and not only because of Angor’s alchemy talent. Bogula shouldn’t have a good reason to harm Angor in the first place.”
“Bogula…” Yeliya sighed in distress. “Gods know what’s gotten into his mind, going after blond people like crazy. But maybe we can do something before it’s too late. You just said you invited the boy to come, right? Let’s ask him to stay here so that Bogula can’t do anything if that man goes mad again.”
Sabot agreed with Yeliya. He still remembered how he felt like a helpless insect when faced with Sunders’ might. It was so true that Bogula was in deep trouble.
Mithra frowned. “Speaking of too late… When I was at Crystal Palace yesterday, I heard that Sunders already arrived at Floating Mech City. Sabot, find Bogula and tell him what’s happening. I’m going to fetch Angor right now.”
With that, Mithra quickly left the hut.
“Remember to bring Toya along with you,” Yeliya added.
…
This was an eventful night.
There was a long street in the main city district; it didn’t have as many shops as the trading section, yet this place was a famous consumer’s heaven as well.
There were all types of entertainment facilities. Pleasure House alone had set up multiple of their stores here. Along this street named “Beinzweinz”, people could find proper places for both men and women or someone in between.
A short, fat man rushed into Beinzweinz Street and entered a small building while covered in sweat.
Judging from his clothes and physical condition, he was undeniably an ordinary mortal. Even so, most mortals living inside Floating Mech City all shared family relations with supernaturals.
This man was called Pride. Both his father and twin brother were apprentices.
Using their help, Pride won himself a job in this small building that was related to supernaturals.
The first thing he saw in the building were piles of papers flying about as if someone were tossing them around. However, there was no one carrying them. The papers headed toward designated locations on their own as if they possessed intelligence.
There were a desk and a chair to Pride’s right side, but their owner was currently somewhere else—at a bar stand drinking and chatting with someone.
The absence of an owner didn’t prevent the quill and notes from working on their own as they drafted beautiful handwritings.
Pride knew that this was done by using something called “Spiritual Power”. He saw similar stuff in his father’s study.
He was envious of such power, but he only had a spiritual power indicator of 9, which prevented him from becoming a talent.
He didn’t give up yet. Also with the help of his family, he learned that there was a special potion called Potion of Austere Night, which could increase his indicator by 2 points, thus granting him a chance of becoming a talent.
The potion was costly. He almost earned enough money. If his exclusive magazine kept selling well, he’d soon get enough salary to buy a glass of the potion from an Apothecary alchemist.
When thinking about this, Pride calmed his excited mood.
There was a mortal girl with well-developed breasts sitting behind a desk to his left. Pride had been pursuing this girl named Jolene for a while now, both in reality and in his dreams. However, the lady kept her distance.
Jolene was now reviewing all kinds of articles that they received from different parts of the world. Each article would be checked three times. She was responsible for the first one.
Pride’s working place was a magazine intended for wizards; it was called “Precision Sky” and the place published an edition each month.
Now was the 555th year since Precision Sky was established. This month’s edition would be their 6666th volume in total. A memorable number, both to the magazine office and to Pride.
The magazine office just began to hire mortals to manage the publishing works, and they wanted to see the outcome of it.
Since Pride was the main editor for Precision Sky this month, this was a perfect chance for him to gain a raise in salary or post.
“Pride, I got the sample for you. Personally, I think this one should be as good as the last one, if not better,” Jolene said as she handed Pride a moderate-sized book.
Just to select better articles, they had been working together without sleeping for three full days. Pride already reached his mortal limit.
“I trust your capability,” Pride flattered his “future wife” without looking at the book. “If we release a good edition and help wizards kill time, then Mister Vonsman will make me a permanent chief editor. Then we can—”
“Oh, stop it.” Jolene chuckled and said, “Check out the sample, pretty please.”