Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 622: “Little Imp” Gragg

While Greya tried to “savor” Sunders’ comment, Gragg was giving them a really surprised look. “YOU are here too, Sunders?!”

Sunders tossed the bloodline vial to Angor. “He’s ‘Little Imp’ Gragg, from Edge of Night. A rebellious and rowdy kid. Do not trust a single word he says.”

“Oi! Sunders! What gives? We used to be comrades who fought together during the Demon Blood War. Do you have to run me down like that?!”

The Demon Blood War was a small-scale war between wizards that happened inside Shallowtomb Plane. It started because people were fighting over a vial of demon blood.

“That is exactly why I know your nature,” Sunders replied nonchalantly. “How many folks fell for your lies back then? A thousand?”

“But I never tricked you, right?”

“You’re free to do so, if you can, that is.”

Gragg rolled his eyes but failed to think of any excuse. Yet he could not admit his plan either, so he thought about diverting their attention. “Greya? They called you Greya, right? But the Greya I know didn’t seem so… slim. Your soul doesn’t sit well with your body. Did you maybe rob someone’s body?”

Greya landed on the ground and glared at him. “None of your freaking business. Aren’t you thinking about the same thing just now? Don’t tell me you’re interested in taking the body of a little girl?!”

In fact, this was Gragg’s intention, and he wasn’t going to feel ashamed for it. “Heh heh, I didn’t mean it. Since you’re here, how about a little help?”

Greya shook her head. “Nah. I can’t deal with that thing.”

Gragg then looked at Sunders. “Come on, old pal. You aren’t going to watch me die, eh?”

Sunders lifted a hand and released an energy ray at him.

Gragg was terrified at first, but he was relieved to see the energy going for the golden string above his head, but not actually his head.

Bam!

The energy vanished, while the string shivered a little but was otherwise unharmed. Gragg screamed in pain as the small disturbance spread a chain reaction toward all the other strings that further cut into his body.

Unlike the white strings that imprisoned Greya, these golden ones inflicted both bodily and mental pain on their victims.

As someone who went through the torture before, Nausica frowned and looked away from Gragg so that she didn’t get reminded of the terrible experience.

As Gragg howled, the rainbow dragonflies moved in unison and prepared to attack Sunders. It seemed they were provoked by Sunders’ move.

Sunders lifted his hand again and was going to kill the insects.

Angor saw this and quickly told the dragonflies to go away by releasing his emotions.

He didn’t particularly like or hate Froggy and Fox, but he would like to prevent the dragonflies from dying since they helped him escape from a plane passageway before and saved his life.

The creatures had no problem listening to Angor’s “order” and instantly backed away.

Angor tried to do it in a concealed way. While Gragg didn’t notice his attempt, the other two wizards close to him, meaning, Sunders and Greya, all saw his plan.

Sunders canceled his attack and glanced at Angor, but he did not say anything.

Greya narrowed her eyes and gave Angor a meaningful look.

Gragg managed to recover from the shock, which obviously quickened his death. He was now breathing heavily while gazing at Sunders with unfocused eyes. “I can’t… Another hit and I’ll lose it. There’s something… whispering to me. It tells me to give in to darkness. But I don’t want to… Help!”

Gragg had given up his tricky and slicker way and was pleading for real now. And Sunders was his only hope.

Sunders dusted his gloves. “I just tried, and it failed. You should know that the attack was almost the best I can do. It has no effect on the strings.”

He saw Angor winking at him, as if the boy wanted to say something, and established a Spirit Bond.

“Um, professor? Spotty can break those strings.”

“Spotty?” Sunders frowned and glanced at the creature who deserved that moniker. “Are you sure?”

“I am.” Angor explained how they rescued Nausica earlier.

“I see.” Sunders pondered. “But we won’t need it here. And don’t tell this to others.”

Angor nodded but was rather puzzled at it. He thought Sunders and Gragg were friends, but it seemed that he was wrong.

“I have a question about this dog though,” Sunders continued, “do you know what exactly it is?”

Angor hesitated and decided to tell Sunders his earlier theory. “Maybe this is what attracted all the wizards to Sleepless City.”

“You mean…”