Chapter 457 Inquiry <TOC> Chapter 459 Reclusive Cherie
Translator: SumTLMan
“Never mind, my apprentice has a rather peculiar personality,” Canter said, his expression animated and his white eyebrows constantly twitching along with his facial muscles: “I told her that she might not be willing to come if I told her the purpose, so I left a note telling her to come here to find me, and didn’t mention anything else. I guess she’ll come looking for me in a while.”
Sanders laughed: “It seems your apprentice doesn’t make things easy for you either.”
Sighing, Canter shook his head, his unspoken words were self-evident.
As Sanders and Canter conversed, Angel quickly searched for information about the House of Lilith in his memory box. He had some understanding of the major organizations in the Southern Region, but he hadn’t paid attention to the medium and small-sized wizard organizations and certain wizard families. However, the House of Lilith was an exception, one of the few small organizations he knew about.
The reason was simple: Although the House of Lilith was small, it had a complete set of resources and abilities, and its high-end combat power was no weaker than some large wizard organizations. Even every generation had wizards who stepped into the realm of True Knowledge.
Angel still remembered that the current head of the House of Lilith had the title of “Like the Night”, and he had already reached the peak of a second-level wizard, and he had also stepped onto the path of True Knowledge.
With this in mind, Angel looked at the white-eyebrowed old man across from him with a touch of deep respect. This was a great existence on the same level as Sanders!
Perhaps it was Angel’s gaze that caught Canter’s attention. He turned his head, kindly examining Angel. He was very interested in this young man who made Sanders break his usual practice. Initially, he planned to wait a few more days before bringing Cherie to visit, but seeing Sanders’ regard for Angel, he changed his mind.
With Cherie’s personality, it would be difficult for her to make friends in the Wizarding World. Given the importance Sanders placed on Angel, his future connections would definitely be substantial. The sooner Cherie established a friendly relationship with Angel, the better it would be for her future.
Moreover, Canter himself had a high opinion of Angel, both in terms of his alchemy and his character.
Canter sighed, guessing that there wouldn’t be a second wizard in the whole Wizarding World who would worry about their apprentice being too introverted.
“You must be Angel, right? I’ve read about you in magazines. I didn’t expect someone so young to have access to the mysterious realm. You have a bright future as a master.”
Canter originally didn’t believe the article in the magazine, after all, Angel hadn’t been turned into a puppet by Bogula, which meant that the article was a rumor. But Midora personally described Angel’s alchemy level as very high, with no problem advancing to a master in the future, and even reaching the mysterious realm was possible.
In other words, Midora indirectly confirmed Angel’s alchemy strength. It’s not just the future; there are probably people already starting to think about asking Angel for alchemy help.
“Lord Canter, you’re too kind,” Angel replied respectfully.
Canter smiled and took out a small box from his pocket: “It’s not often that one meets a future alchemy master. Take this little thing as a token of our first meeting.”
Canter placed the box on the table, but Angel hesitated. He caught the hidden meaning in Canter’s words, which probably meant giving a favor in advance, so when he truly became a master alchemist in the future, Canter would naturally come to harvest this friendship.
It was a gamble, although Midora proved that Angel had the potential to become a master alchemist, who knew if there would be any accidents?
Angel didn’t know if he should accept it. He was even more afraid of the trouble that came from not living up to these expectations.
Angel secretly glanced at Sanders, who just smiled, picked up the box, and said to Canter: “Softworm eggs, not bad. But whether they can be cultivated into adult worms is another matter. With this item, you’re trying to exchange it for a future favor, but it might not be enough.”
“Moreover, no need for the future.” Sanders pointed to the bracelet on Angel’s wrist: “The items he’s crafting now are already sought after by official wizards. So, your favor might be slightly insufficient.”
Canter also looked at Angel’s wrist.
“It’s not just a spatial bracelet, Angel, show this old guy your invisibility.” Sanders told Angel.
Angel understood his mentor’s intentions, nodded in agreement, and activated “Boundless Silence.” Under the state of Boundless Silence, if Canter hadn’t been staring at Angel, he would have almost lost track of him.
“Reducing presence? Even reaching the stage of invisibility?” A trace of surprise flashed in Canter’s eyes: a simple invisibility spell could be seen through with eye magic, but reducing presence could deceive most detection spells, making it one of the most effective invisibility methods, besides “Divine Concealment.”
“Did you craft this?” Canter looked at Angel.
Angel nodded.
After pondering for a moment, Canter realized that Angel could already craft items beneficial to official wizards, so simply trying to exchange a box of worm eggs, which may or may not hatch, for a favor was indeed somewhat disrespectful.
Thinking about it, Canter took out another box, which was much larger than the previous one: “I’ll give you this one as well. When I got these worm eggs, I also got a worm nest. With this nest that has the scent of the mother, the hatching probability will be much higher.”
“Is this gift enough for a favor?” Canter seemed to be asking Angel, but he was actually looking at Sanders.
Sanders didn’t look at Canter but told Angel: “Since he’s so sincere, you can accept it.”
Angel nodded. He still had no idea what a softworm was, but since his mentor said he could accept it, it was obviously the best outcome.
After Angel put both boxes into his spatial bracelet, Canter’s gaze became even friendlier. With a favor as a pivot, Angel was essentially on board with the House of Lilith, and many future organization-related matters would need to be considered. At the same time, the House of Lilith also served as a backing for Angel, and whether this backing was strong enough depended on the value Angel himself could bring.
Sanders and Canter chatted for a while, and about ten minutes later, Canter suddenly looked up and looked out the window.
—”My apprentice is finally here.”
It was around four or five in the afternoon, and the sky outside was gloomy with dark clouds rolling in. Drizzling rain fell like needles, and although the visibility was much better than at night, the overall view was just as gray and cold.
At this moment, Angel noticed a faint light in the distance.
The light was moving rapidly.
Was it some sort of illumination spell? Angel felt curious.
As the light approached, Angel noticed that it wasn’t an illumination spell, but rather a cylindrical lantern.
This lantern had an elegant black frame and transparent glass on all four sides. Inside, an orange-yellow flame burned, and the light came from this flame.
Logically, the lantern should be held by someone, but it wasn’t.
The lantern was hung on the handle of a wooden broom. The broom handle was bent to prevent the lantern from swinging.
Undoubtedly, this broom was a flying vehicle. Angel had seen many witches in the Savage Grottoes who liked to use brooms as a means of transportation, perhaps because the long, slender handle allowed them to strike various poses?
A girl in a dark blue long-sleeved dress sat on the broom. She wore a large red bow on her head, red ballet shoes on her feet, and her face was not clearly visible due to the distance. However, her striking color combination was very impressive.
In addition to this, what caught Angel’s attention was the black kitten perched above the lantern at the front end of the broom.
Drizzle, dark clouds, and a cool breeze. The orange-yellow flame of the lantern, the oddly shaped broom, the girl in red ballet shoes, and a black kitten.
This was the scene Angel saw when he first laid eyes on Cherie.
She made a leisurely turn in mid-air, spotted Canter in a flower-filled mansion, and then slowly descended.
“Mentor.” The girl in red ballet shoes climbed through the window into the reception hall, holding the lantern in her left hand and the broom in her right. The black kitten made a nimble leap and landed on the ground, crouching at the girl’s feet.
As the girl moved, the black kitten followed.
“She is my apprentice from a few years ago, Cherie Rodland Lilith,” Canter introduced the girl in red dancing shoes, with Angel as the main person he was introducing her to.
Wizards from the House of Lilith would modify their surnames upon initiation, with their original surname naturally becoming their middle name.
Cherie glanced at Angel, pouting as if she had seen through her mentor’s tricks. She picked up her broom and wanted to turn around and leave.
Canter’s face darkened, and he scolded: “Cherie, do you have any manners? It’s bad enough to enter through the window, but to be so rude in front of the esteemed Phantom Master.”
Cherie hesitated, obviously aware of the weight of the title “Phantom Master.” She could be spoiled and wilful in front of her mentor, but in front of Sanders, who was also a true knowledge wizard, she had no right to be willful.
Reluctantly, Cherie walked back and timidly greeted Sanders in a low voice.
Cherie’s behavior of entering through the window displeased Sanders greatly. Born in an old aristocratic family, although he didn’t have the conservative and pedantic mindset of the aristocracy, their etiquette was deeply ingrained in his bones.
However, facing his old friend’s junior, Sanders didn’t want to criticize her for her breach of etiquette. He nodded slightly and let it pass.
Cherie sat down with her head lowered next to Canter.
Angel observed her; although Cherie was young, she had a delicate appearance. The bright red bow on her head didn’t seem out of place. However, judging by her previous actions, she appeared to be a spoiled and wilful young girl. But once she sat down, she lowered her head, seemingly shy?