Warlock of the Magus World 1-596

by Wen Chao Gong

  The adolescent female child had a pair of sapphire-like eyes and milky white skin. She spotted Leylin smiling at her and smiled back friendly at Leylin.

  The little girl’s grandfather seated next to her spotted the interaction and immediately pulled her close to his side. He whispered words into the child’s ear which caused her to hurriedly avoid Leylin’s attention. Although hard to hear, It was most likely a warning against the dangers lurking outside.

  Following which, the white-bearded grandfather stared menacingly into Leylin’s eyes as a sign of warning.

  Unaffected by the grandfather’s hostility, Leylin let out a chuckle.

  Leylin felt an aura of familiarity from the little girl. Although just 12 or 13 years of age, she was already exuding an odd amount of charm, causing passengers of the carriage to constantly steal glances at her.

  Even Leylin was fascinated by the little girl.

  After observing her for a little while more, Leylin came to the conclusion that she had a Warlock’s bloodline!

  The strength of Warlocks came from the bloodlines. Their descendants would also carry traces of their bloodline. However, it was extremely difficult to unearth that strength again.

  For instance, this little girl’s bloodline was already extremely thin. Moreover, there were no energy waves coming from her. She was the most regular of humans, not even an acolyte.

  Also, the further away from the first generation Warlock, the bloodline would slowly thin out over the generations, finally turning into regular humans again.

  However, in the second and third generations, there were still plenty of decent quality bloodline inherited.

  Hence, Warlocks tend to reproduce often to establish their own family.

  Leylin, for example, was a first generation bloodline. If he had any descendants, his children and grandchildren’s bloodline would also have the strength of the Giant Kemoyin Serpent!

  This scenario was somewhat similar to the Magi families, yet different.

  The main thing that Magi wanted to pass on was their soul aptitude, every generation may be regular humans with no aptitude. Furthermore, although both the Warlocks and Magi held bloodlines in esteem, the Magi would not mind accepting fresh blood to raise the genes passed down in the family, which might sometimes exceed that of the ancestors!

  However, Warlocks were different. They revered the purity of bloodlines, so they would protect the purity of the bloodlines and soul through the marriage of relatives. To them, if an outsider joins their family, not only would it increase the density of the bloodline, it would even contaminate their bloodline.

  Moreover, the descendants inheriting the bloodline of Warlocks found it extremely difficult to advance into an official Magus. Unless they found a high-grade meditation technique that was suitable for their bloodline. Under normal circumstances, these things were usually passed down from the first generation.

  However, once the density of the bloodline thins out, or if the inheritance of the high-grade meditation technique stopped, it was often the start of a Warlock family’s decline.

  When a Magus family declines, there was the possible chance of their descendants bringing it back to glory. However, it was extremely difficult for Warlock families to do the same.

  Unless the descendant found the original source of bloodline, or through some other methods to replenish the strength of bloodlines!

  In the Central Continent, there were 3 schools of thoughts. Families consisted of either those who revered high-grade meditation techniques, those with bloodlines or some other assortment of the magisterium. This were the 3 main representatives in the continent.

  This information and news naturally came from the Book of Giant Serpent written by the Great Magus Serholm.

  From some information that the Great Magus Serholm had revealed, he was most likely in the central continent, yet for some unknown reason, he went to the South Coast.

  As Leylin was a Rank 1 Warlock, he was extremely sensitive to his kind.

  On that old geezer’s body, Leylin could not detect a single trace of the bloodline.

  It was very evident that he was not the biological grandparent of that little girl.

  However, this old geezer was not any regular human. Leylin detected a trace of acolyte’s energy waves from him. Looking at the might, it belonged to a Level 2 Acolyte.

  “Interesting! A housekeeper? Or adoption?” Leylin smiled ‘apologetically’ and continued with his pondering.

  What was undeniable was that Leylin had an extreme interest in his same kind.

  Although it was most likely that no high-grade meditation techniques could appear on her. Even if there was Leylin would not use it, unless she was had the bloodline of snake types.

  However, as the descendant of another Warlock, Leylin had a very good comparison sample on how to unearth his own strength from the bloodline.

  Moreover, he wished to try and see if he could extract the blood essence from this girl and purify the bloodline. So that he could obtain another ancient creature’s bloodline.

  The other party’s destination was also the Great Canyon Margaret, which coincided with Leylin’s plans, so he naturally dispelled the thought of travelling alone.

  As for the white bearded old geezer beside the little girl, he often saw Leylin sneaking glances at his granddaughter, even having a smile that seemed to harbour malicious intentions. So naturally his expression was not too pleasant.

  However, he did not discover Leylin’s identity, only treating him as a mere human.

  After the advancement previously, Leylin spent much time and effort to have the A.I. Chip optimise his shapeshifting ability again. The effect was greater than before, although he did not have the information from an official Magus, Leylin knew that this old geezer could not discern of his shapeshifting ability after activating it.

  Right now, he had not yet completely know how to make use of this little girl.

  Should he abduct her directly and obtain the blood? Or conduct some experiments while observing her at the side?

  After all, he did not know if the backing of this little girl was a Warlock family or not. Although this possibility wasn’t great, Leylin still did not wish to take the risk.

  However, it seemed like he could unravel the mysteries very soon!

  The corner of Leylin’s lips curled up.

  After so many days of observation, he realised that the old geezer was mostly frowning as if he was riddled with a great load on his mind.

  Moreover, with the passing of each day, he was evidently becoming more impatient, as he hurriedly requested for the horse carriage to move faster.

  After being rejected, he even had the plan to leave the party. However, it seemed that he recalled of something, so he could only put up with it and continue on the horse carriage.

  “It seems like this journey would not be too boring!”

  Leylin was only an acolyte previously, so naturally he did not wish for trouble. If he had not yet advanced into a Warlock, he would definitely be the first to leave the horse carriage if he met this acolyte who seemed to be running away from something.

  However, everything was different now. In the South Coast, Rank 1 Magi were great powers, much less to mention himself who was a little stronger than newly advanced Magi.

  131 - Pursuers

  Previously, Leylin held himself back from taking action, not because he was afraid of doing something, but because he didn’t want to be inconvenienced.

  However, this girl in front of him had something that interested him. Furthermore, once his research was a success, he would greatly benefit from it.

  It was only natural, that he now intended to take action.

  However, for prudence’s sake, he still chose to lay low on the sidelines and observe the strength of his enemies first.

  If their might was average, he would definitely not be modest. He would immediately abduct or coerce the girl to follow him and not be afraid of the pursuers.
/>
  If they were too strong, he could only give up. In any case, the world was so big, and she was not the only one with a Warlock’s bloodline. There might be very few of them on the South Coast, but there were definitely many in the Central Continent.

  Several days later, the horse carriage entered the district of York City.

  This was already along the borders of the Inlan Dukedom. As for the old man, his anxiety had already intensified to the maximum. Most of the time he would stay on the horse carriage, seldom leaving it. He even closely guarded the little girl by his side, as if being afraid of something.

  The hazy night had dyed the sky an overcast grey. Only somewhere far away in the horizon was there a little light.

  The horse carriage stopped by the roadside, and the weary passengers began to alight, and then sat in a circle around a bonfire for refreshments and rest.

  After so many days of travel, the people in the horse carriage also got close with each other. Especially that little merchant, who took out a flute and played an upbeat tune and the beautiful woman beside him followed suit by performing a gorgeous dance.

  There were several middle-aged men who took out wine flasks from their sacks and walked forward to the beautiful woman to ingratiate themselves. As for that woman, she chuckled, seemingly not rejecting these suitors.

  After the atmosphere reached a climax, the people began to sing and dance. Even the horse keeper gulped down several mouthfuls of strong wine and had a tinge of red at the end of his nose.

  Leylin reclined against the trunk of a tree, his hand holding a wine flask from which he drank occasionally. He shot a glance inside the horse carriage and grinned.

  Although the sky had already dimmed tonight, the old geezer still urged the carriage driver to move on.

  However, travelling in the middle of the night was extremely dangerous. Hence, this suggestion was rejected by carriage driver and all of the passengers.

  That old geezer’s expression then was really a sight to be seen.

  Furthermore, tonight the old geezer had decided to stay within the horse carriage, not even letting his granddaughter leave half a step away from the horse carriage. Ugly rumours had already begun to have gossiped amongst the travellers.

  However, Leylin knew that this pair who pretended to be a grandfather with his granddaughter was afraid of pursuers, that’s why they hid in the horse carriage. Looking on at the situation, the pursuers were almost arriving too.

  No, they were already here. Leylin turned his head, and with the A.I. Chip, he saw several acolytes, who did not hold back their energy waves radiation, hiding in a dark corner.

  Looking at the strength of the energy waves, there were all Level 3 Acolytes.

  *Bang!*

  A red arrow was released and it directly shot through the brains of a muscled, half-naked man who was dancing by the fire.

  “Ahhh!” The blood splattered onto a woman nearby. Her expression turned sluggish, only letting off an ear piercing scream several seconds later.

  “Bandits!” “Help!” Various cries sounded in the camp.

  As for the carriage driver, he very quickly donned a leather armour and crouched, hugging his head and not moving at all.

  The horse carriage providers had a promise with the nearby bandits, that they would only rob the passengers. As for the drivers, the bandits would often let them go scot-free — after all, they would not have much money on them.

  However, tonight the carriage driver’s plans were in vain.

  *Xiu!* Another red arrow was shot, directly piercing through the driver’s neck! He clutched his neck with both hands, his eyes popping out and frothing blood at the corner of his lips. His mouth gaped open and close for air as if wanting to enjoy the freshness of the air one last time before he died.

  “A sharpening spell added on the arrow? Interesting!”

  Beside the chaotic campsite, Leylin was still reclining against the tree. He gulped down another mouthful of wine, his expression appearing indifferent.

  At this moment, his lax behaviour was vastly different from the current situation, yet nobody was paying him any attention.

  The second arrow obviously caused greater chaos within the camp. Be they man or woman, young or old — they were all wildly running away.

  Several minutes later, the campsite that had once had a lively and jovial atmosphere, now only had a crackling bonfire and several wine flasks which had been forsaken.

  *Crash!* 3 figures wearing black robes appeared from within the forest.

  Leylin’s outstanding vision allowed him to see clearly the appearance of this trio.

  There were two men and a woman, all of them were of middling years. The woman had applied a very thick layer lipstick, which seemed like she had just drank a mouthful of blood.

  These 3 were obviously not students of an academy. Their attire were rather casual, however, there was an image of a dodo-bird stitched on their robes, seemingly a family emblem.

  These were the acolytes nurtured by a family.

  Some of them from Magi families, who had poor aptitudes, could not be accepted into academies, so they could only be nurtured by their families themselves.

  Most of them could not even advance to a Level 3 Acolyte, so the majority of them remained as a Level 1 Acolyte or Level 2 Acolyte.

  These 3 who were able to advance to Level 3 Acolytes, either had good aptitudes or were expelled from an academy or had graduated.

  “Miles, come out! We know you’re inside the horse carriage!”

  The three of them took on a triangular formation to surround the horse carriage, and a silver-haired man laughed smugly.

  *Boom!*

  What replied him was a burning red fireball.

  *Pa!* As the middle-aged man dodged the fireball, the horse carriage suddenly shattered and a black figure with a smaller figure wrapped on his lower body rapidly sneaked past the gap that the middle-aged man exposed.

  “Thinking of escaping?” The woman smirked and hurriedly chanted an incantation, casting a speed reducing spell.

  A layer of murky green shone on the black figure and his speed dropped drastically.

  “Xiu!” The eyes of the third person who held a bow flashed, and immediately he fired another red arrow.

  *Pu!* The arrow bore into the left chest of the black figure, drawing fresh blood from it. The black figure groaned and fell to the ground, revealing the face of the white-bearded geezer.

  “Run! Why don’t you keep running?”

  The man, who had been the target of that fireball shot previously, was in a miserable state. Seeing the old geezer on the ground, his expression turned malevolent and he drew out a curved blade, hacking at the old geezer Mile’s left leg.

  *Ka-Cha!* The old geezer’s left leg was immediately chopped off.

  “Ahhh!” The little girl fainted immediately after having blood spurting on her.

  “Such a beautiful little girl, killing her outright is such a pity!” The man who held the bow licked his lips, revealing a lusty grin. “Why don’t you let me have some fun first?”