Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 2060: Chapter 2061: The Boiling Gentleman

Angel didn’t know how to respond, because he had no idea who the Gentleman of Boiling was referring to as the annoying guest. However, the fact that the Gentleman mentioned this person formally suggested that their status was not low and might indeed be higher than his own.

As Angel thought about this, he glanced at the first seat on the left peripherally. Could the Gentleman of Boiling have been talking about the guest seated there?

If this so-called annoying guest was indeed a guest at the banquet, Angel felt it best not to comment.

While Angel speculated, an icy hum suddenly echoed in the banquet hall.

”You still dare to mention the Seed of Distortion in front of me?” Along with the icy hum came a voice that was chilling and strange. It sounded like the whispers of countless voices merged together, leaving one with a helpless sense of despair just by hearing it.

To analyze the guests’ personalities and psychology, Angel had been profiling each guest present, noting their behavioral traits, including voice characteristics. This abrupt voice did not belong to any guest on the list.

Instinctively, Angel looked up at the distant door.

As expected, a new figure appeared at the doorway. Outside the open door, a strangely shaped silhouette was approaching the hall in a bizarre manner.

When the newcomer stepped into the brightly lit hallway, the candlelight illuminated its shape.

It was a peculiar creature resembling an octopus; its main body was plump and spherical like a meatball, wearing something akin to a sergeant’s hat. Its distinguishing feature was the numerous tentacles swaying beneath the meatball, which resembled spider legs advancing the body forward.

Upon seeing it, Angel immediately understood why the black and white maids and the Gentleman of Boiling referred to it as a ”Tentacle Monster.”

This is indeed a Tentacle Monster; an octopus’s tentacles can at least be counted, while the tentacles of this round creature were too numerous to discern, a dark swarm so dense it looked like a brush head.

Linking the Gentleman of Boiling’s words and this Tentacle Monster’s previous response, there was no doubt that this was the annoying guest the Gentleman of Boiling mentioned.

As the Tentacle Monster arrived in the hallway, the floating Lunatic Tome, as usual, introduced the newcomer.

Its name was not Tentacle Monster - possibly an amusing nickname by other guests - but Minavaro, the highest-ranking warrior under Lord Nuka and a zealot of Nuka’s doctrine.

This was the Lunatic Tome’s evaluation of Minavaro, and to Angel, being a zealot for someone was slightly derogatory. Nonetheless, Minavaro evidently heard the Tome’s evaluation without any anger, nodding in acknowledgment instead.

It was clear that Minavaro accepted and even appreciated the evaluation.

As Minavaro entered the banquet hall, Angel could distinctly sense a frenzied air hanging in the atmosphere. From its terrifying appearance, it was not hard to infer its formidable power ... definitely stronger than his.

Yet Angel was far calmer than initially when guests were arriving. He had mentally relaxed, accepting that everyone there was stronger and escape or resistance was futile. Better to quietly accept than be anxious.

At least, it seemed no guest intended harm at the moment.

With this relaxed mindset, Angel’s observational skills improved noticeably.

Facing Minavaro, Angel noticed numerous details.

For instance, there was a mysterious sense of familiarity with Minavaro’s tentacles.

The texture, shape, and color... although slightly different from the orb demons’ tentacles, Angel felt there was an inherent connection.

Even as Minavaro approached him, Angel felt as if he was confronting a supersized orb demon.

Yet weren’t the so-called orb demons, or Seed of Distortion, a creation of the Gentleman of Boiling?

As Angel pondered, Minavaro’s bean-like crimson eyes glared at the Gentleman of Boiling opposite, speaking coldly, ”Don’t think that mentioning it before Lord Shava, or gaining her endorsement, can cleanse your vile actions. That’s utterly impossible and unfeasible!”

Saying this, Minavaro turned to Angel, respectfully nodding first, then said, ”Honorable Lord Shava, please do not believe his nonsense. He’s no gentleman, only a thief. His Seed of Distortion wasn’t created for Lord Nuka’s beliefs but as an incidental byproduct to disgust me.”

”This Gentleman Thief stole my severed tentacles to make the core material of his Seed of Distortion. Not only did he steal, but he also spread malicious gossip about me. Such conduct is despicably vile! I implore Lord Shava not to believe the Gentleman Thief!”

Minavaro earnestly locked eyes with Angel, seeming to express the turbulent emotions in its heart.

However, Angel’s heart was much more subdued: ”...”

Minavaro had put him in the spotlight, almost expecting him to arbitrate justice.

Angel could see that Minavaro genuinely held little respect for him, just like the black and white maids. It respected Lord Nuka. Minavaro was not genuinely seeking Angel as a judge but was perturbed by the Gentleman of Boiling and his slander, bringing about the current situation.

Such justice, Angel dared not preside over. He couldn’t even ascertain the exact circumstances, so what could he say? He could only maintain a calm, silent demeanor.

While Angel pondered how to respond, the accused Gentleman of Boiling finally spoke, ”What theft? I just accidentally picked it up! And later, the Seed of Distortion I created was personally approved by Lord Nuka. I did not steal!”

Minavaro still appeared irate, ”What do you mean by accidentally picked up? My severed tentacles were in the secret space of the Cross Division, not a place for casual wandering.”

”I was just checking on the progress of Xinai’s arrival. If there was anywhere I could help, I’d be available,” the Gentleman of Boiling argued.

”The Cross Division only handles space issues; Xinai’s progress isn’t visible there. Moreover, you entered not only the Cross Division but also my secret space. Is there such a thing as picking up things from others’ homes?”

”... Wasn’t it just a side trip?”

Although Angel couldn’t see the Gentleman of Boiling’s expression, his arguments were evidently waning.

It’s likely that Minavaro’s claims were true, as the Seed of Distortion’s appearance was quite similar to Minavaro; its primary material seemed indeed to be Minavaro’s tentacles.

”Besides, later on, I stopped going to pick them up. Lord Nuka had the black maid deliver your discarded tentacles directly to me,” the Gentleman of Boiling added.

Minavaro snorted coldly, saying nothing more.

But Angel had almost fully understood by now: the Gentleman of Boiling accidentally created the Seed of Distortion, and seeing its potential, Lord Nuka naturally had Minavaro send the tentacles to him...