Warlock Apprentice-Chapter 1466 - Section 1467 Awakening
Chapter 1466: Section 1467 Awakening
Chapter 1466: Section 1467 Awakening
In front of Angel, there was a delicately arranged plate.
The plate contained a ball of mist.
The mist constantly changed, and through its shifting density, Angel could catch glimpses of various scenes now and then, sometimes a range of ethereal mountains, sometimes a palace guarded by a ring of peaks… At this moment, the thinner part of the mist outlined a beautiful girl on a swing.
To call such ever-changing mist a work of art would not be an overstatement.
Angel admired it in his mind, but without hesitation, he bowed his head and inhaled, and the mist rolled into his body.
Oddly enough, Angel thought that the mist would cause him to choke, but it did not. When he inhaled the mist, he suddenly felt a coolness that surged to his brain, as if he had been enlightened, breaking open all his stagnant and rigid thoughts.
“This is Wilesen’s gaseous elf; it can keep one’s thoughts clear for a long time,”
While Angel was immersed in the afterglow of the mist, Sanders’s voice came to his ears.
“This plate of mist contains at least a hundred kinds of blended gases, enough to reach the Wilesen level. You really deserve the title of the peak of Gourmet Sorcerers in the Southern Domain today,” Sanders praised.
With Sanders’s praise, Greya, sitting opposite Angel, lazily smiled, “It’s a great honor to receive praise from Lord Illusion Demon. However, when I used to run a restaurant, you never talked like this. Is it because you feel guilty for having a free meal from me?”
Sanders glanced at Greya with a cool look and did not respond.
After Greya spoke, she turned to Angel, “Tonight’s banquet is specially prepared to celebrate your breakthrough. Unfortunately, all the ingredients were used for the ‘Pure World Feast,’ so it’s a bit simple.”
Angel: “For me, this is the most sumptuous meal I’ve had in years.”
Sanders’s flattery was met with Greya’s teasing. However, Angel’s compliment made Greya smile with delight.
But Angel wasn’t just offering empty praise; in recent years, he had hardly ever had a proper meal. When hungry, he’d eat Magic Marrow Meat to satisfy his hunger; and Magic Marrow Meat itself had no taste—it was like chewing wax after eating it for some time. During his time at Pat Manor, his brother Lyon had forced him to sit down for a meal in the dining room every day. The food tasted not bad, but it couldn’t compare to the magical meals meticulously cooked by Greya.
Apart from the gaseous elf of Wilesen, there were several other plates in front of Angel, each containing food of strange shapes.
Angel tasted each one lightly, savoring the joy of the food dancing on his taste buds.
The delight brought by the food was not just a physical sensation; Angel’s mood was also uplifted.
Moreover, Toby’s condition had improved, and the heavy burden that had been pressing on his heart had finally been lifted, making Angel’s mood even more relaxed.
Thinking of Toby, Angel simply took Toby out of his pocket and placed him on the table.
Toby was still sound asleep, but with each of his breaths, the nearby gaseous elves from Wilesen entered his nostrils. Even in his dreams, Toby made a comfortable cooing sound.
Seeing Toby, Greya asked with curiosity, “How is Toby doing now?”
Greya had been busy preparing the food earlier and hadn’t had the chance to pay attention to Toby’s situation; only now did she have the opportunity to ask.
Angel briefly recounted what had happened in Frost’s room not long ago. Because of the great danger posed by the Reincarnation Casket, Angel left out the part about Zorn, simply saying that Frost seemed to have received some message and had already left Black Castle.
After listening to Angel’s account, Greya sighed in relief, “Although it’s only a suppression of the Extreme Resentment Thoughts, it’s still better than failing the tribulation.”
The Extreme Resentment Tribulation had been triggered by the Calamity Curse, an abnormal occurrence; it was normal for Toby to be unprepared and not survive it. Now, although Toby hadn’t resolved the Extreme Resentment Thoughts, at least he had time to prepare for the tribulation. Even if the backlash of the next tribulation might be fiercer, it wasn’t completely hopeless.
Since Greya hadn’t met Frost, her focus was mainly on Toby’s situation, but Sanders was different. After hearing Angel’s words, the first thing that Sanders thought of was the “trade itself.”
Why was the condition for his trade merely an intangible favor?
Or rather, why would such a being, transcending legends, care about such a favor? What special trait did he see in Angel?
Sanders was full of curiosity about Frost, and although he hadn’t previously been able to ask Angel directly about him because he was still in Black Castle, now that Frost had left, he could ask Angel in private.
As Sanders was thinking this, a creaking noise came from afar.
Everyone looked toward the source of the sound, only to see Felicia pushing open an invisible door, emerging from her private brewery. In her hands, she carried a tray covered by a lid, from which faint threads of a subtle blue light leaked through the cracks.
“Greya, what amused you so much to make you laugh like this?” Felicia had been preparing cocktails for the evening’s feast in her private brewery and was unaware of what had transpired.
Greya’s eyes crinkled into slits as she chuckled, “Initially, I thought this feast was to celebrate Angel’s breakthrough. But now, it seems there’s another reason to hold the banquet.”
Felicia approached and lifted the lid from the tray, releasing a waft of blue luminance that instantly enveloped the room.
As the blue light spread across the entire hall, Angel felt as though he heard the sound of ocean waves, sensed the unique rhythm of the sea, and inhaled a rich scent of coconut.
With the rich aroma swirling around, illusions began to rise before his eyes.
Bright sunshine, continuous golden sands, white coconuts, and soaring seabirds… Eh, Angel suddenly rubbed his eyes—was that last one not an illusion?
Just at that moment, Felicia inquired, “Another reason for the feast? What reason?”
Before Greya could answer, Felicia heard a rustling noise from the tray. Turning her head, she met a pair of deep red, small eyes.
Those eyes were filled with innocence, yet the actions of the mouth below were not slow; accompanied by slurping sounds, a glass that had been on the tray was now completely emptied.
Felicia’s eyelids twitched.
She didn’t need Greya to answer; she now understood what that other reason was…
“Who can tell me, when did this drink-stealing bird wake up!!”
Indeed, the culprit quietly sipping the drink on the tray was none other than the innocent-faced Toby.
Perhaps scared by Felicia’s shouting, Toby trembled with fright, then turned around without hesitation and flapped its wings, looking for someone to shelter under.
Toby glanced at Angel, then Greya.
Whom should it choose?
Even Angel was curious at this moment; who would Toby opt for? However, the answer remains unknown to everyone, as Toby had only just flapped its wings to take flight when its eyes began to glaze over.
Then, it tumbled down from mid-air.
Angel timely caught Toby with his Hand of Magic.
When he placed Toby on the table, it then became apparent to everyone that beneath the feathers below Toby’s eyes, a crimson flush was peeking through.
And from the small nostrils at the tip of the bird’s beak emanated bubbles laced with the scent of alcohol.
“Uh, it seems like it might be drunk?” Angel hesitated.
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“It’s not that it seems to be, it definitely is drunk.” Felicia snorted coldly, “My ‘Coconut Ocean’ cocktail is not mere fruit juice. With that drink thief’s tolerance, I wouldn’t believe it could wake up without sleeping for three full days and nights!”
Angel chuckled; he had previously imagined a touching reunion when Toby woke up, but now, this creature had been tempted awake by a single cocktail, taken a sip, and fallen back into drunkenness.
Felicia shot Toby a cold glance but presented a cocktail each to Greya, Sanders, and Angel. The drink that Toby had guzzled, which was originally hers, she placed before herself.
This act made Greya and Angel feel slightly embarrassed.
“Although I don’t particularly like Toby, that damned drink thief, its awakening is indeed a cause for celebration. Consider that drink a gift from me.” Felicia spoke indifferently.
