Warlock Apprentice

Angel only mused a little and didn’t truly inquire further. He was indeed curious about what the treasure from ten thousand years ago referred to, but that wasn’t the most crucial thing at present.

”Hurry and ask; afterward, I need to rest. I absolutely despise children, especially crafty ones. I have no intention to keep droning on with you,” Cicia said while speaking, Angel even heard a yawn, showing that Cicia’s enthusiasm had indeed waned.

Given this, Angel decided to set aside his original question regarding the Wood Spirit temporarily and opted to ask another question.

”My second question is about you, Cicia.”

Cicia sneered, ”You’re that interested in me? Too bad, I’m not interested in hairless ones.”

Angel didn’t mind Cicia’s mockery and slowly began to speak:

”Is Cicia a Baiyuanian?”