The boy helped her find spirit power by giving her a piece of advice. By that time, Angor already reached the step to control his spirit power. Now Nausica had succeeded, but Angor did not make any further progress ever since. When she established a basic structure of her spirit model, triggered her mana pool, and finally became a Level-1 Apprentice, Angor still did not achieve anything else.
She was wondering why.
Building a spirit model was not a difficult task. She asked many apprentices about it, and none of them was stuck in this step. So why was Angor having trouble?
The other day, when Nausica was studying from her mentor Fantase, she unintentionally mentioned Angor’s name.
Instead of being surprised at her question, Fantase only said one thing in a plain tone: Sunders found himself a decent student.
Was there some kind of secret behind all this?
Or… was there something wrong with Angor’s channeling method?
Nausica did not tell anyone that she had been pursuing “immortality”. When she became the king of Blackberry Waters, she no longer had to worry about finding enough fortune to enjoy a luxurious life. Treasures and hundreds of fleets under her command gave her both money and power. However, she gave up her superior life which was thirsted by most people and chose to come to the unpredictable wizard world.
Because she wanted immortality.
She had the best chance of finding it here.
Only powerful wizards could achieve something like that. Nausica clearly knew that she had to build a good foundation and worked her way up based on it. That was why she chose which channeling method to use very carefully. She only proceeded with each step on the condition that she had fully mastered the previous one.
However… different channeling methods were divided by their different classes. Did that mean she was also in a different class than others?
Nausica wanted to go back and ask Angor whether channeling methods affected the classes of their users. But she held her urge back.
She was afraid that the question would trouble Angor too much.
She looked up and saw a lump of cloud floating by.
“Maybe I can find something in Cloud Library.”
The corpse was still burning, yet Nausica could not wait. She glanced at the remaining bones and went for Cloud Library without further hesitation.
The fire did not die yet. Hot air carried the smell of burning flesh, causing the grass around the area to waver.
A shadowy figure suddenly appeared beside the corpse.
Before walking away, the figure silently watched as the body became ash to fertilize the earth.
…
In a path under the Cave Field, a mortal walked in one direction while carrying a dish of hot food in his hands.
The apprentices that were passing by did not react upon seeing this mortal. There were restaurants down here that were run by mortal businessmen. And many restaurants provided delivery services.
Thud thud thud…
The mortal knocked on one of the doors.
“Who is it?”
“Your food, sir, from Pineapple Shell Restaurant.”
The door opened up and revealed a bulky man inside the room. The mortal handed over the food dish with a bright smile and left right away.
The bulky man closed the door when someone else spoke in the room.
“Laffitte, I ate too little this noon. I really want some—” The voice sounded slow and peaceful.
A pockmark-faced young man approached the bulky man and checked the food dish. Then he revealed the word “sand” with his lips.
The peaceful voice raised a pitch as he said, “Laffitte, I want some sandwich. Man, I’m SO hungry!”
Hookdick was the bulky man, and Fosah just yelled for sandwiches. Fosah’s helper, the pockmark boy, was Laffitte.
Hookdick rolled his eyes at Fosah and complained in his mind, “That big mouth. Thank god there’s no one else here, or the bastard would totally ruin my image.”
He took a sandwich from the dish and tossed it to Fosah. Then Hookdick revealed a concealed layer in the dish and found a note inside.
Fosah took his sandwich. He was completely oblivious of Hookdick’s angered attitude. He also noticed Hookdick’s note, but the fatty was too busy munching his sandwich, so he glanced at Laffitte.
Laffitte nodded in acknowledgment and pretended to be surprised. “Hey boss, why is there a note in your food? Some woman fell in love with you and offered to spend a night together?”
Hookdick humphed. “Quit it. This is a message from the Pollock Family.”
What the heck is the Pollock Family? Fosah and Laffitte wondered.
“It’s a mortal family run by a bunch of hitmen,” said Hookdick as he gave them a brief explanation.
“Hitman family? Boss, why are you contacting hitman?” Laffitte looked puzzled.
Hookdick revealed a hateful expression. “To kill that arrogant little bastard, you fool. He didn’t register as an apprentice yet, so I can… you know, hehe.”
Of course, Fosah and Laffitte knew who was this “arrogant little bastard”. They all thought about Angor who completely stole Hookdick’s golden poster display back in the resource distribution hall.
They both followed Hookdick’s example and kept giving Angor angry stares. But they were only doing so to satisfy Hookdick’s ego. On the inside, they preferred not to offend Angor too much.
Laffitte took a step back when thinking about Angor’s scary mentor. Fosah was a little mad at Angor because of the incident with Melaner. But when he heard that Angor rejected Melaner’s attempt without a second thought, Fosah felt better.
Just like Laffitte, Fosah did not wish to become the enemy of someone with a promising future, even if Angor was not an apprentice yet.
Fosah and Laffitte exchanged a look and made sure they understood each other.
After reading the note, Hookdick appeared to be disappointed a little. He slammed the paper on the ground.
Laffitte picked it up to read it, “Mission failed. One male and one female were protecting the target. Hitman killed in action.”
The note also described the protectors in details.
“Nausica and Balba?” Laffitte muttered.
“Yeah, them. They ruined my plan. Damn it all!” Hookdick was frustrated. But he quickly brightened up and laughed. “I know the kid was hard to kill. I’m only trying to put pressure on him. I guess he wet his pants and will never dare to step out his door again, ha!
“Still… now I know that bitch is helping him. Even Balba is on his side…” Hookdick curled his lips. He was not afraid of these two people at all. Unlike Angor, they did not have anyone to support them. Hookdick was going to receive a soul baptism soon. Once he was back, he was going to eliminate anyone who opposed him, one by one!