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397 Teleport 2

In less than ten seconds, the seed visibly grows into a palm-length green round-leaf plant, and a green flower bud the size of a fist slowly sprouts from the top of the plant.

There was a crash.

The flower bud suddenly opened a hole and spurted out a large pool of transparent mucus, all of which fell on the carpet in the room.

An unpleasant, pungent temperature suddenly filled the air.

Angelet stood up from the bed and frowned at the plants on the window sill. When the golden bird saw him waking up, it also flapped its wings and flew away from the window sill.

‘Ahem...’ The green plant buds coughed loudly like a mouth, and kept bending over, as if they were choked by mucus.

"I'm sorry...for disturbing your rest." An old woman's voice came from the bud. "But resting in the middle of the tree, don't you feel that your recovery will be much faster?"

Angelet avoided the mucus on the ground and stood in front of the flower buds, frowning slightly.

"Who are you?" he asked in a low voice, "Is this plant a tool for communication?"

"I am your receptionist. I believe you will all ask the same question now. Unfortunately, this is only a one-way communication and I cannot hear your feedback. Now, your lunch is coming, but you need to do it yourself.

.After eating, you will be able to understand the helplessness here and... Damn New Bass!! You are a loser who only knows how to eat all day!! Come back! Come back!" The voice gradually faded.

It gets smaller, and then there's a lot of noise.

Angelet looked at the puddle of mucus on the carpet speechlessly. There was also a disgusting pungent smell in the room, as unpleasant as disinfectant.

He rubbed his temples with a headache.

"Okay. Lunch... This place is weird enough. What I just said was incomprehensible..." He waved his hand wordlessly. The slime on the carpet suddenly floated slowly and merged into a transparent ball.

Fly out of the window in one fell swoop.

Sitting back on the bed, Angelet was about to take a rest again. To be honest, in just such a short period of time, he felt that his body and mind had recovered to most of their condition. It seems that the old woman was talking about the heart of the tree.

.It is likely to help speed up rest.

As soon as he lay down, Angele heard a slight noise coming from the window again. It seemed like many children were struggling to do some strenuous work.

"Hey yo! Hey yo! Hey yo!..." A series of neat chants got closer and closer, becoming clearer and clearer.

Angelet straightened up and looked towards the window sill. He frowned slightly. First his eyes narrowed, and then they suddenly widened. His mouth was slightly open, and his face was dull.

"What is going on...?" He stared at the window sill dumbfounded.

On the edge of green plants, the edge of the brown wooden windowsill.

A small group of black, cream-filled pancakes, with two short legs, lined up in a row, climbing up from under the window.

These small round cakes also have hands, holding a spear made of black biscuits.

"For justice!!" the leader, a biscuit, raised his spear and shouted. The voice was completely cute and childlike.

"Long live justice!!"

“Down with foodism!!”

The other biscuits shouted together, and a mess of slogans came out.

The biscuit in the lead shouted loudly: "Now! The biscuits from the Herrit family are in a line! The biscuits from the Julie family are in a line. The rest of the brothers and sisters, follow me!"

Suddenly, a group of cookies lined up neatly and were divided into three parts.

The leading pancake turned around at this time and saw Angelet standing up.

"Damn it! Brothers! Come on!!" He raised his spear and pointed it directly at Angele. "The evil devil! For the sake of the peace of the biscuit clan, I must defeat you!!"

"Go ahead!!"

"Down with him!!"

Angelet walked to the window sill speechlessly and watched a group of small round cookies rushing towards him with joy. He didn't know how to react at all.

At this time, he could quite understand what the voice just said.

"No wonder it's delivered to your door, but you have to make it yourself. It seems like these are my lunch."

With a flick of his right hand, a ball of red flame flew out and floated above a group of cookies.

"Oh!! No! I'm about to be roasted!!"

"My heart...my heart!!!"

A group of biscuits suddenly fell to the ground, and the cream in the middle of their bodies continued to overflow. A strong aroma of cream slowly spread.

"What a pity." Angelet exhaled helplessly. Seeing that the biscuits no longer moved, he picked up a small black round biscuit and gently put it into his mouth.

The crispiness is mixed with the aroma of warm butter, not too sweet, not greasy at all. Everything goes together just right.

"Oh!! Oh my god! Oh my god! Damn it! What have you done!! You are massacre! Massacre!!" A fat bun climbed up from the edge of the window sill.

Seeing all this, the bread went crazy. Snot and tears flowed all over the floor, but it was all white powdered sugar.

"Is the Sandwich clan going to be completely destroyed in one day? Oh my god!! No."

Angelet didn't bother to pay attention to him, picked up the bread, put it into his mouth, and bit it into two pieces. The bread suddenly became silent.

"It tastes pretty good." The surface of the bread is toasted to a crispy texture. It tastes crispy on the outside and soft on the inside. It has a great texture and a sweet wheat aroma.

After eating all the food on the windowsill, Angelet also felt slightly full.

The quantity and size of these foods are not large, but they are surprisingly filling.

After resting for a while again, on the wall facing the room window, a rectangular door slowly protruded from the dark golden wall.

The door opened automatically with a click, revealing the arc-shaped corridor outside.

The corridor is made of brown wood, and from time to time you can see figures passing by the door.

Angelet stood up from the bed, walked to the corridor door with a slight frown, and looked out.

His room was located on the wall of a rotunda.

The main color of the hall is black and brown, and the surrounding walls are filled with densely packed small rooms. A spiral corridor connects all the rooms, extending to the bottom of the hall.

Angelet walked out of the hall, and there was a buzz of people outside.

In the open space at the bottom of the hall, there are large seats, densely packed with high-backed chairs covered with red cloth.

These chairs are arranged neatly, some are already occupied, and some are still empty.

From the rooms on the surrounding walls, people kept coming out, walking down the spiral corridor, then sitting on chairs and waiting slowly.

Many people were whispering to each other and seemed to know each other.

But there were also some people who showed a completely unfamiliar and wary state. Angelet also recognized a few wizards from this group of people who had been in the same world as him.

He stood at the door of the corridor room, and soon a maid in a white dress came over and bowed to him.

"Welcome to the heart of the tree. The rankings of the competition will be announced soon. Please bring your core and rest in the seats below." The maid's voice was nice and clear, just like a little girl.

But when she raised her face, it was full of wrinkles, her skin was like tree bark, and her eyes were cloudy. She looked like an extremely old woman.

Angelet's expression remained unchanged and he nodded slowly. "I understand."

"In addition, this room will be your actual residence in the Black Witch Tower in the future. Please remember this location." The old woman whispered.

"OK."

"Then, let's go down." The old woman took the lead and walked to the left along the spiral corridor.

Angelet followed behind. Along the way, people came out of the rooms in the corridor from time to time, and were led down by some maids in white skirts. Soon, these people formed a small team and went down together.

Walk,

The two of them mingled with the crowd and soon went down to the bottom of the hall. After asking, Angele learned that there were no restrictions on the seats and he could sit wherever he wanted, so he randomly found a seat on the left before the exam and sat down.

"Commander Lien's army has arrived!!" A high-pitched voice suddenly sounded.

At the very back of the hall seats, in front of a closed black door, three tall figures slowly emerged out of thin air.

These are three men and women wearing black armor. The leader is a tall man with a burly build and a beard. Behind him are a man and a woman, all of whom are slender and well-proportioned handsome men and beauties. They have blond hair and blue eyes, and they look extremely conspicuous.

The tall man glanced at the entire audience, and without any expression, he led the two of them to the seats and found a random seat to sit down.

"The commander of the Kelion Army has arrived!!"

Then another man with short gray hair wearing a gorgeous black dress slowly emerged. With a smile on his lips, he calmly walked between the seats and sat down.

At this time, the crowd on the seats slowly became quiet. Everyone turned their attention to a platform at the front of the hall.

On the dark brown circular platform, three pale golden light pillars slowly descended.

The light beam was not dazzling, but filled with a faint warmth.

Three figures emerged from the golden light pillar.

"This ceremony will be supervised by Count Hausra! The Minister of Reform, Lord Sandor, will preside over it!!" The high-pitched and sharp voice shouted again.

The three figures are all wearing slim-fitting dresses with white gold trim. One man and two women.

Standing at the front was a woman with long green hair. She had a delicate and beautiful face, but there were faint crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. Her light blue eyes were faintly fluorescent, and she was obviously not an ordinary person.

When the voice spoke of Lady Sanduo, she nodded slightly to the people below with a graceful smile.

The man on her right nodded slightly when he mentioned Count Hausra. The man had gray hair and was obviously quite old.

The woman on Sandu's left is a young girl with an expressionless face. She is probably Sandu's assistant or something. She was not mentioned.

The three of them stood on the stage, gathering the attention of everyone.

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