Warlock Apprentice

Chapter 1036: Section 1037: Return to the Land of Rest

Angel’s response was a cold glance from Fafnir.

At the same time, an unwarranted gust of wind chafed his cheeks.

Angel sighed inwardly, he wasn’t saying that Fafnir couldn’t follow him, in fact, he very much hoped she would accompany him, given that Fafnir’s combat power was evident. With Fafnir’s menacing strength, common riffraff wouldn’t dare to provoke them.

Yet, Fafnir seemed to have no intention of accompanying him, merely following at a distance. Even if Angel encountered danger, she would only watch coldly from afar.

Angel was somewhat baffled by what Fafnir truly meant.

Did she want to see how an ant struggled to survive in the Abyss? Or perhaps, was she planning to write a “Human Observation Diary”?

No matter how much he grumbled inwardly, he received no answers. Angel could only shake his head and continue to walk forward, if Fafnir was going to follow, then let her follow. After all, she wasn’t about to kill him now, was she?

As Angel flew toward the gate that led across layers, Fafnir hesitated for a moment but eventually followed.

Fafnir followed Angel solely because she wanted to know why Odeclass had assigned such a task to a human Apprentice and even given him the Flame Mark.

Moreover, Fafnir was acutely aware that if she wanted to meet Odeclass, he certainly wouldn’t want to see her. But if Angel could complete Odeclass’s task and earn his friendship, then might that encourage Odeclass to meet with her?

It was with such a hope that Fafnir decided to follow and see what would happen.

After all, she had nothing else pressing at the moment.

Amidst the misty canyons, Angel stood before a massive gate about twenty meters tall.

The elusive, dark gate emerging through the clouds bore a mysterious and majestic presence that overwhelmed him.

This was his second visit to this gate between layers. Looking at the portal adorned with carvings of various magical creatures, Angel still felt astonished, especially when he glanced over the patterns of the Abyssal Dragon and sneakily looked back at Fafnir. Although the color was different, the form was extremely similar to Fafnir’s true body.

Fafnir, on the other hand, appeared indifferent, her gaze lingering only on the single eye enshrouded in black mist at the top of the gate.

Through this eye, she seemed to see a Demon God from ancient times, lifting its massive head and silently meeting her gaze.

“Another old geezer who refuses to die,” Fafnir cursed inwardly.

Angel prepared to cross the threshold of the gate, but he found he had overestimated himself… He couldn’t push the door open.

The gate between layers had a particular mechanism: in order to open it, one had to possess the strength required to survive behind it. The other side of this door led to the third level of the Abyss, and with Angel’s strength, venturing there was akin to seeking death, hence he naturally couldn’t open the gate.

After a few embarrassing minutes standing in front of the tightly closed door, Angel dejectedly walked towards Fafnir.

Fafnir snorted coldly. In fact, there was another way to the third level of the Abyss that didn’t have a strength-testing gate. The path she had previously taken with Angel to Ice Valley was that very route.

What she hadn’t expected was that Angel, intending to go to the third level, would choose this gate between layers.

That was his just deserts.

“Respected Lady Fafnir, I wonder if you could help a lowly human with a small favor?” Angel asked with a sheepish smile, approaching Fafnir’s side.

Fafnir simply stared at Angel steadily, her eyes filled with deep mockery.

For a moment, they said nothing to each other.

Just when Angel thought Fafnir wouldn’t help and that he’d have to find another route, Fafnir suddenly stepped forward, stretched out her hand in front of the gate, and gently pushed.

The tightly closed gate was instantly flung open.

“Human, save your disgusting expression. I am not aiding you; I am going to the third level as well,” Fafnir turned back, and said coldly to a grateful Angel.

Fafnir’s sharp tongue was not new; ever since meeting her, her sense of superiority had never left the clouds. So Angel didn’t mind the disgust in her tone, letting her be scornful as he offered his thanks.

After expressing his gratitude, Angel quickly dashed through the gate before it could close again.

Behind the door lay a vast snowy plain on the third level of the Abyss.