Warlock Apprentice

The fat alchemist closed his door too fast, so Angor did not have the chance to ask who he was.

“Guess he won’t tell me anything about bio-alchemy now.” Angor shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. At least no one’s bothering me here.”

He picked up the blueprints and took a seat nearby. The instructions were easy enough, so he could start melting right away.

…

The fat alchemist stepped into his workshop and suddenly remembered that he forgot to remind Angor of details such as step orders and how to determine the correct volumes of materials, so he quickly came back out.

The first thing he saw was a bright firelight that illuminated the dark chamber.

“He’s onto it already? Don’t tell me he’s just messing everything up!”

What they needed were basic components, but using flawed ones would still threaten the integrity of the vehicle, so he would like to correct Angor’s moves when he had the chance.

But after watching Angor’s work for several seconds, he noticed that everything was actually performed correctly, and faster than he expected.

“Huh… Maher found a pretty dependable guy,” he muttered as he walked back into his workshop. “No amateurs can figure out what’s not written on the blueprint so soon. I gotta ask Maher who this guy really is later. Maybe he can help me with the coming project…”

What he didn’t know was, Angor was not working at his top speed at the beginning. After getting ahold of the basic ideas, Angor began streamlining the rest of the components at an amazing rate.

…

Angor finished up everything ten hours earlier than what the fat man estimated.

When it was still not past midnight yet, the union alchemist heard Angor’s call. He thought Angor needed help and quickly dropped his half-done work.

Thus, he was very confused to see Angor giving him a confident smile.

“It’s done.” Angor pointed to what he prepared. “Is there anything else I need to do?”

“Wait, what, how?!” The fat man gazed at the finely-shaped parts arranged on a table nearby. The components still exuded some heat, which meant they were just finished.

But that was just three hours! He glanced at a clock nearby. Well, I can probably do the same if I concentrate really hard. How did he—or is he tricking me by using some defective cheap sh*t?

He quickly cast Narda’s Vision to inspect the components. No matter how he looked, everything was qualified. As a matter of fact, they were perfectly done.

He then looked at Angor again but failed to recognize anything other than Angor’s good look.

Darn it. Are apprentice alchemists so good these days?

“Alright. You’re from Floating Mech City, right?”

“Eh? No, sir.”

“Then you must be studying from a master alchemist from the Floating City?”

“Nope.”

“Then who the heck are you?”

Maher suddenly came in and interrupted their conversation, “Is something the matter, Mister Brofen? Are you and Mister Padt… quarreling?”

While Angor was glad that he finally learned the name of the alchemist he was talking to, Brofen grew confused again when he heard the guard captain refer to the young apprentice as a “mister”.

And he just couldn’t understand how this was happening.

The guard captain of Frozen Wing honors an apprentice? Speaking of apprentices, we just picked up some people and resources from Brute Cavern. Don’t tell me—

Brofen suddenly gave Angor a passionate look.

“You’re ‘Baron Milk’?”

Angor couldn’t help but yell desperately in his mind, How could people outside Brute Cavern know that moniker when those inside the organization won’t use it these days?!

There weren’t many people who knew he was “Baron Milk”. Apart from Sunders, who was unlikely to mention the embarrassing title to others, there were also Baroque and Melantha who were aware of this matter.

Last time he heard, Baroque never left Brute Cavern, so that man couldn’t have announced his title around the wizarding world, which left Melantha as the most probable “culprit”.

“Mister Brofen, isn’t Mister Padt usually called the ‘music box alchemist’?” Maher suddenly spoke.

Well, that’s not a pretty name either! Angor frowned.

Brofen smiled big once he made sure who he was dealing with. “I like Baron Milk better. It goes well with mine, the ‘Servant of Sugar’! Come on, milk and sugar are like best buddies!”

Angor decided to stop the nonsense. “Please, neither is my true title. I never announced a title anyway.”

“Ahem, you two can discuss it later.” Maher looked in a hurry for something. “Brofen, Miss Sennefer just sent a message, that the energy supporting the plane tunnel will receive an unfavorable change a day later. We must get Frozen Wing moving under four hours so that we don’t risk traveling through the tunnel at the wrong time point.”

“Four hours? That’s bullshit!” Brofen yelled in protest. “It’s already difficult enough to make it happen by sunrise!”

“It can’t be helped. Using the tunnel at the wrong time will only further damage the vehicle. We must get there on time.”

“But I can’t—wait.” Brofen looked at Angor. “I… I mean we might get it done in time, if Baron Milk can support me fully.”

“Mister Brofen, can you please use my name?” Angor deadpanned.

“Okay, okay, Mister Padt. What do you say?”

Angor had no idea what was going on with the plane tunnel, but it did sound like something that concerned his safety, so he decided to comply.

Brofen sighed in great relief and went to activate an alchemy puppet at the corner of the room.

When the puppet received Brofen’s power, its flat face suddenly changed and resembled Brofen.

“This guy will arrange your tasks. Four hours… We can’t lose any second now.”

Brofen quickly returned to his workshop, while the “puppet Brofen” began showing Angor more alchemy plans.

Maher saw Angor processing the materials with proficiency and left the room with a smile of satisfaction.

Brofen had given all Tooling work to Angor, while he handled everything related to bio-alchemy. Their perfect teamwork did more than double their efficiency.

Another hour later, when it was about 1 in the morning, they had gotten all things necessary up and ready.

Next, it was up to Brofen to apply everything onto the vehicle.