"This thing" Angele frowned and held the body in his hands, "It's a bit troublesome to even swallow it..."
His eyes emitted a faint blue light, and he slowly scanned the body ball in his hand. The surface of the egg-sized body was illuminated by blue light, giving off a thin layer of blue fluorescence.
After a few seconds, Angelet put away the blue light and flicked it on the body three times.
Click!
The body suddenly shrank, shrinking from the size of an egg to the size of a fingernail, and the entire body melted into a ruby white ring.
Angelet flicked it three more times, and the ring quickly expanded and returned to its original egg size.
After several times in a row, he stopped.
"Are there only two forms?" He carefully put the body ring on the middle finger of his left hand.
Suddenly, a small white hand stretched out in front of him from behind. It was holding a black coat.
"Here, your clothes." Friela's still childish voice came from behind.
Angelet turned around and sat upright, taking over the repaired black coat. He looked at Friela's sleepy appearance, unable to open her eyes. "If you're tired, go to sleep first."
Previously, because he was testing the body ball, he deliberately turned his back to the little guy. Now he sat upright, and the ruby-white ring on his hand was immediately seen by little Friela.
"Where did you get the ring?" Friela yawned, "No, I have to take a nap first. I've bought breakfast and put it in the same place. You can eat it yourself." She covered it.
He got into the carriage with his mouth, and the lowered gray cloth curtain blocked Angelet's sight.
Angelet also jumped out of the car, ran a few steps quickly to catch up with the car in front, lifted up the white cloth from the back and got in.
Inside the carriage is a small cylindrical space, where two middle-aged men are eating pine nut cake and blue mango together.
The sound of gnawing fruit continued one after another, and purple-red mango juice continued to drip from their hands. Some purple-red juice had already dried on the black wooden table below.
As soon as Angelet got in, he smelled the sour smell of fermented fruits. On the semicircular table, on the edge of his side, there was a piece of creamy white pine nut cake. There were a few brown and black cakes inlaid between the white ones.
Pine nuts, faintly exudes the fragrance of eggs.
Angelet sat down cross-legged, picked up the cake and took a bite. "It's so dry and not moist."
"It's pretty good!" A middle-aged man who was eating laughed. "Here's this for you, try it with it." He casually threw over a fist-sized purple mango.
Angelet caught it steadily and pulled the white cloth on one side to wipe it a few times. "This is the first time I have seen purple mangoes. Where does it come from?"
The man who threw the mango licked his lips. "In the mango orchards in West Asia, there are not only purple ones, but also red ones and black ones. The purple ones are the cheapest."
The middle-aged man on the other side who had just finished gnawing frowned: "Speaking of the West Asian mango orchard. I heard something happened there recently. Do you know what it was?" His accent had a strong local dialect tone, and the last one said
The pronunciation of the word should be added with the lingering sound of ah.
"I can tell by looking at you that you don't travel far often. As the saying goes, the only way is to travel..." "The farther you go, the farther you can travel. Your knowledge of news can also be improved a lot. I know a lot about the mango orchards in West Asia, and they are closest to the Kingdom."
It’s related to the big move.” The man who threw the mango spoke in a soft voice.
"A relative of mine is in the Kingdom Guard Corps. Let's get some inside information. Recently, many places in the Kingdom are deploying troops at the same time. There may be some big move."
"Big move? What big move? Has the wanted man been caught?"
"You're talking about the Fierce Shadow Murderer that the church is chasing? No, how could that guy be caught so easily! It's another matter. It seems that some count in West Asia has passed away, and there seems to be some changes in the heir. The surrounding lords
They might attack that place." The middle-aged man who threw the mango looked like he was well-informed.
"The Church is chasing the Fierce Shadow Murderer? The Church must be very strong, right? Why can't it catch a murderer?" Angelet immediately became interested when he heard the news about the Church.
The middle-aged man chuckled twice: "You don't know that. Although the church is the strongest, there are still some who dare to challenge them. This Fierce Shadow Killer is one of them. Since the Wizards Alliance was defeated a long time ago,
, and then there was another organization from the Shadow Tower, which was specifically against the Holy Church. It was later defeated. This Fierce Shadow Killer was a member of the Shadow Tower at the time."
The other person also nodded: "Anyone who has been to a big city knows these things. But that guy has been wanted for more than ten years and has not been caught yet. He is indeed a strong man who dares to go against the church!"
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"I still know too little. Fortunately, I met your two eldest brothers. Finally, I don't have to be embarrassed when I brag in the future." Angelet smiled and took a bite of the purple mango, which was sour. "Wizard World 570 First Meeting 1
"The sweet mango juice pours into your mouth, and the soft mango flesh is like eating a banana, without getting stuck in your teeth. "Other than this, are there any people who dare to go against the church?"
The man looked at Angelet carefully and felt that his temperament was a little different from ordinary people. Seeing that he wanted to ask for advice so humbly, a slightly complacent look appeared on his face.
"There are actually many people who are against the church. The remnants of the Shadow Tower are part of it. There are also many scattered wizards, and even some underground people who came out of underground cracks. There is also the Sea Empire in the far north. That's all I know.
That's it. But if you often travel to the main city of the church, you can see the church knights who are mobilized everywhere all day long. They are so busy running around every day. There must be a lot of various things. How many of them are the church's troubles?
I don’t know. As for the situation around our area, I have a general understanding of the situation.”
Angelet spent the whole morning in the carriage, chatting with two middle-aged men, and got a rough idea of the situation here.
The Holy Church is spread all over the surrounding kingdoms, and it ranks first in strength and power. Even when the king ascends the throne, he must be crowned by the church, and his power is extremely powerful.
In contrast, because the church is domineering and arbitrary, it has made countless enemies.
Among them, the main ones who make enemies are some special groups of people with ancient bloodline and power. These people are called wizards.
It wasn't until noon, when the sun was shining brightly, that Angelet left the carriage and returned to his oxcart.
The convoy stopped to prepare food and drinks.
Little Frila happened to be holding a large wooden basin and climbed onto the cart with great difficulty. The "Wizard World" in the wooden basin was filled with Angele and her clothes. It was wet, and she had obviously gone to wash the clothes.
"It's time to have lunch." Friela put down the tub, walked up to Angele, and stretched out her hand.
Angelet took out two silver coins from his pocket knowingly.
"The afternoon portion is also included."
Frila stared at the two silver coins in her hand. "Uncle, are you sending away beggars? You only have two silver coins." Before she could finish her words, there was a faint noise from the car in front.
Angele and the other two stuck their heads out from the side and looked forward.
In the middle of the motorcade, a group of mercenaries in gray clothes stood on the green grass.
The clothes of these mercenaries were in tatters. Only their shields or swords looked unusually clean and bright. Some of them even wore horn leather helmets on their heads.
A few mercenaries were standing next to the convoy talking to a few caravan guards. Comparing the mercenaries and the guards, one was fully armed and cleanly dressed, while the other had barely armor and tattered clothes. They seemed to have distinct layers.
"Those mercenaries seemed to have joined the convoy the day before yesterday." Friela looked curiously and whispered, "It seems they were quarreling over the commission."
Angelet nodded: "You should take the opportunity to raise the price halfway through. These businessmen are already on their way and have nothing to do before and after. At this time, raising prices is most likely to succeed."
He answered casually, but his eyes fell vaguely on a man behind the crowd of mercenaries.
The man's face was covered with red pustules of various sizes. Some places had broken open, and thick dark red pus leaked out. The strange thing was that the man was holding a horn wine bag and was talking.
He would take a sip of wine from time to time. A pair of small black eyes revealed a lazy and decadent temperament.
The man only wore a gray and black metal dagger on his waist. The palm-length dagger was inconspicuous. He was also wearing white clothes and ordinary long-sleeved trousers with patches everywhere.
"That man" A flash of blue light flashed in Angelet's eyes. He actually felt a faint breath of blood, the breath of ancient blood, from this man.
The same bloodline aura as those sealed ones in the nightmare world.
"Although it's weak, it's true. And beside him, there is" Angelet's peripheral vision instantly glanced at a shadow in the woods on the right.
"Okay, stop looking." Angele patted Frila on the shoulder. "Go and settle lunch first."
Frila rolled her eyes at him, jumped out of the car and headed towards the dining car.
Angelet himself rolled over into the carriage, pulled the gray quilt over himself, closed his eyes and pretended to take a nap.
His mental power once again began to probe towards the bit of mural powder placed in his waist bag, trying to unlock the secret of the entrance to the microscopic world. This was his daily research.
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In the gray-black and blue night sky, the sickle moon is obscured by clouds, casting a little blue light.
In the middle of the continuous sea of black trees below, three scarlet bonfires were extinguished, and wisps of green smoke were still rising.
There were three circles of carriages surrounding the bonfire in a circular formation, just like three gray and white circles surrounding the scarlet bonfire.
There were faint sounds of breathing and snoring in the gray carriage. Several mercenaries and guards keeping watch beside the carriage each held broadswords and iron rods and dozed against the carriage board.
In the last carriage, in a dark space, two figures, one large and one small, were sleeping under the windows on the left and right sides respectively.
"Mom", the smaller figure suddenly started sobbing, turned over, and immediately rolled to the side of the adult figure. She moved her body unconsciously, hugged the adult's waist, and leaned against him.
laugh!
Suddenly, there was a faint sound of breaking through the air outside the carriage.
The big black figure turned sideways slightly, and gently broke away from the embrace. His face was exposed in the gap of the car window. A faint moonlight came in, slightly illuminating the man's face. It was Angelet.
He pulled the thin quilt over Furila's body, squeezed the little guy's face, and slowly climbed out of the car quietly. (To be continued.)