Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1119: Section 1120 Glowing City Night Talk

After getting some information from Angel’s mouth, the atmosphere above the drifting ice gradually began to change. At least, the fact that the innkeeper of the night treated humans and demons equally relieved many wizards.

However, whether they would end up being enemies with the innkeeper was something that still needed further verification.

“Speaking of which, Angel mentioned that the innkeeper had spent some time with humans before,” said a witch wearing a pointed hat and a cropped magic robe. Her name was Rivetta, a Wind Whisperer Witch from the Forest of Night Whisper. At that moment, Rivetta was holding a hard-shell recording tablet, busily scribbling something down with a steel pen.

If someone looked over, they would see that Rivetta was recording all the messages that had occurred. Since the chaos of the Evil God, the start of Kanter’s integration into night reconnaissance of Lassudral… Rivetta had documentation of all their experiences, although she often glossed over many details. However, when it came to matters related to ‘Angel,’ her records became much more detailed.

The dialogue between Angel, Samantha, and Kanter was meticulously documented by Rivetta, who even marked the intelligence contained in some of the conversations according to their priority.

It seemed that Rivetta was doing a job of information integration.

But all the wizards looking at Rivetta unconsciously stepped back. This witch was not just summarizing information; she had another identity—one of the founders of “Glowing City Night Talk.”

The Forest of Night Whisper was a medium-sized witcher organization, but it had a magazine with a very wide impact and considerable influence: “Glowing City Night Talk.”

The content of “Glowing City Night Talk” wasn’t as authoritative as “Forest of Time,” nor was it as gossipy as the various small newspapers, but it cleverly combined the two.

In short, it was an authoritative and opinionated gossip magazine. Even though it was primarily a gossip magazine, rumors and fake news were very rare.

For this reason, almost all the witches in the Wizards’ Realm of the Southern Domain were users of “Glowing City Night Talk.”

Lord Monty’s hunting plan had been attracting the attention of the entire Wizards’ Realm from the beginning, and “Glowing City Night Talk” naturally paid attention to it as well. Even to get the most frontline news, Rivetta had come here in person to record some facts.

Although she recorded many messages, many did not have space to be further explored, being very secret but not eye-catching enough.

It wasn’t until Angel appeared that Rivetta’s eyes suddenly lit up.

There was too much about Angel that could be delved into, and the points worth noting were enough to attract people’s attention. Rivetta naturally recorded his every word, waiting for deep excavation later on.

Apart from the matters concerning Angel himself, Rivetta also paid attention to the things Angel talked about, ranking them by priority. One of them was the “experience journey,” also known as the Ocean Rhythm Illusionary Realm. There must be some trick to it being able to spur on demons, even causing them to awaken. Although she wanted to dig deeper into this, the conversation on the communicator made it clear that Angel was unwilling to answer.

The second point was about the innkeeper of the night. Being a Half-Blood Demon leader, he naturally also caught Rivetta’s eye, but the innkeeper was very mysterious, and Angel was reluctant to talk too much about him, which was itching for Rivetta.

Seeing that the conversation between Samantha and Angel was drawing to a close, Rivetta couldn’t help but ask the question that was on her mind.

Rivetta’s question was focused on “what kind of connection exactly did the innkeeper have with humans.” If there was a romantic element involved, it would be a sensational inter-species romance gossip article without any need for embellishment.

However, to others, their thoughts were not as entertainment-oriented as Rivetta’s. Instead, they were pondering who this human could be? How deep was his relationship with the night, and was it deep enough to influence the night’s perception of humans?

Monty also heard Rivetta’s question, which he too had been concerned about after hearing Angel’s remark. However, given his status, it was not appropriate for him to ask about it. Rivetta’s comment gave him room to interject.

Monty said to Maher, “Since everyone is concerned, and it might indeed be key information, have Samantha ask.”

On the ground, Samantha’s conversation with Angel had already ended. It was only Kanter who was now rambling on with Angel about trivial matters.

When Maher relayed the message, Samantha frowned slightly but still asked, “Angel, you said before that the innkeeper had lived among humans for a while. Who was this human?”

Samantha had merely been asking per Maher’s suggestion, but the look on Angel’s face when he heard the question was… subtle.

It seemed that this human also had some strange nuances. This piqued Samantha’s curiosity as well.

“What, is this human’s identity special, so you can’t say?” Samantha asked with raised eyebrows.

The identity was indeed special. Angel quietly mulled over in his mind, and he did not reply to Samantha immediately, simply weighing whether it was necessary to say.

After contemplating for a while, Angel said softly, “He is Mirafer. Feng.”

He decided to reveal Feng’s identity. However, regarding Feng’s key role in the matter, he kept it to himself.

It wasn’t that it couldn’t be said, but Angel was very aware that once he told Samantha, it would be as good as telling everyone in Frostmoon, and therefore, as good as everyone knowing. And Feng’s role in the whole affair could even be described as the origin. If it weren’t for Feng’s arrangements back then, there would have been no subsequent promotion of the innkeeper, nor would there have been the matter of Angel coming here.

Feng’s role was not only key, but it also involved many people, including himself and Odeclass. Thus, this piece of information, slightly private in nature, could be shared with Kanter or Sanders without issue, but Angel wouldn’t make it publicly known.

When Angel mentioned the name “Mirafer. Feng,” all the wizards were stunned.

They had considered many possibilities, such as that this human could be a common witch who had a poignant love affair with the innkeeper; they also speculated that this human might be a friend of the innkeeper, whom they had met during an adventure in the Abyss, but later parted ways because of a misunderstanding… The wizards’ ability to imagine was always strong.

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However, they had never imagined they would hear this name!

Mirafel Feng!

This was a wizard who only existed in books, a legendary wizard!

“The Mirafel Feng you’re talking about, is it the same person I’m thinking of?” Samantha asked Angel for the first time with a somewhat hesitant tone.

“It should be the same.” Angel: “The name of the Magic Painter Wizard shouldn’t have duplicates, right?”

Indeed it was ‘Magic Painter’ Mirafel Feng!

Samantha considered herself to have weathered great storms, but now her expression was somewhat strained. She almost snarled at Angel, “You weren’t planning to tell me such important news if I didn’t ask?”

“Is this news that important? The Magic Painter Wizard left many years ago and can’t influence today’s events. It’s merely an interesting anecdote, knowing or not knowing it isn’t important anymore for today.” Angel said.

Although what Angel said seemed to make some sense, this was about the Magic Painter Wizard, a great wizard who had ascended to legend thousands of years ago!

Countless people had searched for the trace of the Magic Painter Wizard, but no one knew where he had gone.

Now, from Angel’s mouth, they had received some information about the Magic Painter Wizard, which, if spread to the Wizards’ Realm, would surely cause a commotion.

“His name alone represents its importance.” Samantha glared indignantly at Angel: “Tell me, how is the Magic Painter Wizard involved with the Night Innkeeper?”

Confronted with this question, Angel evaded: “He is not related to today’s events, and since it concerns the Night Innkeeper, it’s not appropriate for me to say much… Besides, I don’t know much.”

Samantha’s hands, hidden in her sleeves, clenched tightly into fists; if it weren’t for the thought of a supreme being behind her, she would have wanted to smash Angel’s head right then and there.

Samantha wasn’t the only one with such thoughts; for many years, news about Mirafel Feng had been extremely secretive, the last time any message from him was discovered was hundreds of years ago.

Finally having received some new information, Angel was actually refusing to speak?!

Rivetta was itching to rush in front of Angel and question him directly.

“Fine.” Samantha managed to calm her agitated emotions and suppressed the urge to strike: “I won’t ask how the Magic Painter Wizard is related to the Night Innkeeper, but can you at least tell me how the Night Innkeeper regards the Magic Painter Wizard?”

“That is still a subjective question, which I do not know.”

Facing the unyielding Angel, Samantha took a deep breath and turned to leave… She had intended to depart in disdain, to settle the account with Angel when they met in the future.

However, at that moment Maher sent another message.

Samantha stopped in her tracks and turned back to throw a thin, flake-like object at Angel.

When Angel received it, he realized it was a communicator.

“Your mentor has something to say to you,” Samantha said coldly without another word.

As soon as Samantha finished speaking, the other end of the communicator began to rustle and after a while, a raspy bass voice transmitted from the other side: “Angel?”

“It’s me, Mentor,” Angel replied respectfully.

Sanders: “It seems you’ve been doing quite well recently.”

Although it was a straightforward statement, Angel inexplicably sensed a hint of teeth-gritting in it.

“Not bad,” Angel, banking on Sanders not being present and having Fafnir’s support behind him, couldn’t help but make a cheeky reply.

There was a period of silence from the communicator.

Angel was also pondering what Sanders wanted by contacting him; was it also to ask about the Magic Painter Wizard? If Sanders asked him, should he answer?

While Angel was contemplating, the communicator came to life once more:

“I am aware of Toby’s situation. Take care of your safety; I hope that when I see you next time, it won’t be as a corpse.”