Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1071: Section 1072 Blocked Passage

Outside the Void Tower, in a deep alley shrouded by night.

A Purgatory Flame Slave, its body engulfed in flames, was caressing the shimmering crimson chains in its hands.

It looked towards the towering fortress-like Void Tower with a glint of excitement in its eyes.

“The time has come. Yee-hahaha—The fire of Baiyuan will burn into the endless future,” the Purgatory Flame Slave laughed uproariously, its face covered. Between its fingers peeked eyes brimming with madness.

The chains in its hand suddenly burst into strange flames that appeared to exist both in reality and in the void.

Soon, the flames dove into the chains, and the figure of the Purgatory Flame Slave gradually merged into the surrounding darkness.

…

Angel had read some legends and rumors. The label of the Abyssal Dragon race always included being powerful, evil, and lazy, and, at the same time, the Abyssal Dragon race was widely known for a particular fondness for shiny objects.

However, legends are, after all, just legends. Angel turned to look at Fafnir, who was feigning sleep. Strong indeed, and lazy as well, but as for liking shiny things, that had been a misrepresentation.

On the contrary, it was Canaan that seemed to have a peculiar obsession with things that gleamed and twinkled.

Angel lowered his gaze and looked down from the eaves.

After the reversal of day and night in Lassudral, Canaan displayed a character completely different from before. Humming a contented tune, it hopped and bounced on its feet like a butterfly fluttering through flowers, leisurely weaving around the Misty Cabin.

Every few steps, Canaan would take out gems that radiated a water-blue gleam and arrange them around the area.

In just a few short minutes, the Misty Cabin was enveloped in a blue luminescence. From a distance, it looked like the serene Crystal Palace beneath the sea. The light flowed dazzlingly, like a dream, like an illusion.

After Canaan finished arranging the gems, it gave Angel a smug look.

Angel spoke in a low voice, “This arrangement does connect with the name ‘Misty’. However… the Misty Cabin may not be open for much longer. Setting it up like this feels somewhat wasteful.”

“Not open for much longer?” Canaan looked puzzled, “Why? Is it because of those big demons causing trouble?”

Angel didn’t know how to explain to Canaan; he couldn’t just say that he never planned to keep it open for long. Plus, Canaan’s dedication over the past few days had not gone unnoticed by Angel, and suddenly shutting down seemed rather cruel.

“Or is it because of the proprietor’s identity?” Although it wasn’t said explicitly, Canaan was well aware that the proprietor was actually human. If that was the reason, Canaan could understand.

“My identity is not an issue.” Even though Canaan was aware, Angel couldn’t acknowledge it. He still insisted on his stance, “The reason it will not be open for long is that the time has come.”

The time has come? Canaan didn’t understand what Angel meant.

“There are chances that are encountered and missed, and journeys have beginnings and ends. Between them is when the time comes,” Angel said something he himself didn’t quite understand, and ended the conversation with an air of profundity.

In any case, he had said what he needed to. Even if he left without a word later, there was already a prelude to it. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

However, what Angel did not know was, even though Canaan did not understand the meaning of his words, it remembered them. Later on, when demons inquired about the whereabouts of the Misty Cabin, Canaan relayed these words.

Sometimes, the more mysterious something is, the more it is pursued.

The Misty Cabin, a name that stood tall in the realm of rumors, with proven cases of permitting demons to experience an Abyssal Awakening, had vanished at the peak of its fame as abruptly as a ceasing piano concert, leaving behind endless room for imagination.

Moreover, with Canaan’s ambiguous words, many lower-ranking demons imagined the Misty Cabin to be a place of legend.

In a world where communication is restricted, rumors always go to one of two extremes: they either get worse or they are embellished. And the tales of the Misty Cabin, due to the “precedent of Abyssal Awakening,” “a multitude of testimonials,” and also because of “affordable prices,” were constantly beautified within demon rumors.

And in the future of the demon realm, they continued to ferment for an extended period.

This was something Angel had not anticipated.

But that is a story for another time. For now, Canaan remained in the yard, pondering the meaning behind Angel’s words. Although it did not understand, it could see the proprietor’s determination to leave.

While Canaan was slightly dejected, it had earned more during this time than in the past ten years combined, and with its strength greatly enhanced, leaving the Misty Cabin wouldn’t mean a loss for it.

It was just that there might no longer be a chance to repay the proprietor’s kindness.

As Canaan began to feel a tinge of sorrow, a clanging of footsteps suddenly approached from outside the yard.

In present-day Lassudral with its inverted day and night, all demons were adapting and searching for the source of this change, and it had been some time since the last visitor had come to the Misty Cabin.

In such circumstances, Canaan became curious about who would visit at this time.

It opened the shop door and walked out, and the moment it stepped outside, it felt a burning gaze fixed on it. Canaan turned his head to look and saw the Demon Person Morheim, whom he had moved outside earlier, still unconscious, yet the intense gaze was coming from Morheim’s left eye which was not under Morheim’s control.

The left eye was bright and seemed to be beckoning Canaan over.

But Canaan had no time to pay attention to it now, for his gaze was fixed on the dark forest path from where the footsteps had come, winding from the end of the narrow path.

Soon, a lake-green figure appeared before Canaan and, panting heavily, dropped a large bag on the ground.

“Pulapa?” By the light of the shimmer stones mounted on the Misty Cabin’s doorway, Canaan recognized the figure before him, it was indeed Pulapa from the Hunting Museum.

Canaan had come to the Misty Cabin initially because of Pulapa.

“What brings you here?” Canaan asked, puzzled. He remembered quite clearly that Pulapa should have already experienced the sea rhythm once, and according to the rules, he was not allowed to experience it a second time.

Pulapa pointed to the bag on the ground and said, “This is what the proprietor of the night asked me to bring to the shop owner.”

The proprietor of the night? Was it the mysterious proprietor of the Hunting Museum? While Canaan was still puzzled, Angel jumped down from the rooftop, landing beside Canaan.

“I asked Pulapa to run this errand for me,” Angel explained to Canaan, then his attention turned to the bag on the ground.

The bag was large, filled with boxes and pouches of various sizes, mostly containing special materials from the Abyss.

These were what Angel had Pulapa arrange for the night proprietor to purchase for him. Now, they had been delivered.

The more Angel checked, the happier he became. The special materials included Demon Plants, ores, flesh, blood meals… many of which were extremely rare or even nonexistent in the Wizards’ Realm. There were also some items that looked like finished products with strange designs, the effects and uses of which Angel did not yet know and would require some time to experiment with.

Above all else, what thrilled Angel the most was that nearly two thousand shards of the Fire Transmission Stone were also packed in a spatial bag!

Contented, Angel stowed the mountain-like resources into his bracelet, knowing that his business in Lassudral was now complete.

All was ready, and he only needed to return to Ice Valley to refine the Fire Transmission Stone to lift Toby’s curse!

The very thought made Angel suddenly excited.

Although his days in Lassudral had not been as dreadful as he had imagined, the thought of being surrounded by terrifying demons that could take his life at any moment still made Angel’s heart flutter.

He was already eager to leave.

However, his joyful smile had barely curled his lips when Pulapa added, “Oh, the night proprietor also asked me to pass on a message to you.”

Angel looked at Pulapa, waiting for him to continue.

“The night proprietor says you’d better not leave the vicinity of the Misty Cabin these next few days, and don’t leave Lord Fafnir’s side,” Pulapa’s words caused Fafnir, resting in the tree, to raise an eyebrow and look over.

“Why? I’m already preparing to leave Lassudral,” Angel said, baffled.

“You’re leaving Lassudral?” Pulapa was stunned for a moment before saying, “Don’t you know, all the passages leading out have been sealed?”

“Sealed?!”

Through Pulapa’s narrative, Angel learned the reason why the light from the Void Tower had suddenly dimmed.

The brightening of the light meant the road from Lassudral to Lake Niming was open, and once the light dimmed, it signified that the passage had been cut off.

The reason the light from the Void Tower had dimmed and day turned into night was that the leading demon of Lassudral had issued a joint emergency decree!

All of Lassudral was now under martial law, and only when the emergency was over would the light from the Void Tower shine again. In other words, if the darkness persisted, Angel could only be trapped in Lassudral.

Upon receiving this news, Angel’s eyes immediately dimmed, and the smile that had begun to form dropped.

“Why would they seal it off? How long will the seal last?” Angel calculated. There were at most two days left until the ice puck unsealing; once it came undone, the misfortune that clung to Toby would emerge again.

“I don’t know,” Pulapa admitted, knowing nothing of it. He had only just received the news himself and had planned to rest at the bottom of Lake Niming after delivering these supplies to Angel. Now, with the sudden declaration of martial law, he couldn’t leave either.

Angel fell silent for a moment before asking, “Is there any other way to leave Lassudral?”

Canaan and Pulapa both looked at Angel with a mixture of astonishment and suspicion, not understanding why he was so insistent on leaving right now.

“Even if it’s martial law, it shouldn’t last too long. If you want to leave, why the rush? Can’t you wait a while?” Canaan inquired.

“The time has come, I must leave,” Angel replied, unable to offer an explanation, and then turned to look at Fafnir to see if he could find a solution from him.