The Wizard World

"This thing." Angelet frowned and squeezed the shell in his hands, "It's a bit troublesome if you can't even swallow it."

His eyes emitted a faint blue light, slowly scanning the shell ball in his hand. The surface of the egg-sized shell was illuminated by blue light, emitting a thin layer of blue fluorescence.

A few seconds later, Angelet put away the blue light and lightly flicked it on the body three times.

Click!

The body shell shrank suddenly, shrinking from the size of an egg to the size of a fingernail, and the whole body melted into a russet ring.

Angelet flicked it three more times, and the ring swelled rapidly, returning to its original egg size.

It took several times in a row before he stopped.

"Are there only two forms?" He carefully put the body ring on his left middle finger.

Suddenly a small white hand stretched out from behind in front of him. Holding a black coat in his hand.

"Here, your clothes." Ferreira's immature voice came from behind.

Angelet turned around and sat upright, and took over the repaired black coat. Looking at Furuila's sleepy eyes that can hardly be opened. "Go to bed when you're tired."

Earlier, he purposely turned his back to the little guy because he was testing the shell ball, but now that he was sitting upright, the ruddy ring on his hand was immediately seen by little Furuila.

"Where did you get the ring again?" Fu Ruila yawned, "I can't do it, I have to sleep for a while. I have already bought breakfast and put it in the old place. You can eat it yourself." 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 to catch up with the car in front, and got in from the back with the white cloth off.

Inside the carriage was a small cylindrical space, where two middle-aged men were eating pine nut cake and blue mango together.

The sounds of gnawing fruit continued one after another, and the hands of the two were dripping purple-red mango juice. Some purple juice has dried on the black wooden table below.

As soon as Angelet got in, he smelled a sour smell of fermented fruit. On the semi-circular table top, on the edge of my table was a ruddy white pine nut cake. There are a few brown and black pine nuts inlaid between the whites, exuding a faint egg fragrance.

Angelet crossed his legs and sat down, picked up the cake and took a bite. "It's so dry and not moisturizing"

"It's not bad!" A middle-aged uncle who was eating laughed. "This is for you, let's match it." He casually threw a fist-sized purple mango over.

Angelet caught it firmly, and wiped it with a white cloth a few times. "This is the first time I've seen a purple mango, where did it grow?"

The man who threw the mango licked his lips. "In the mango orchard in West Asia, there are not only purple ones, but also red ones and black ones. Purple ones are the cheapest."

The middle-aged man on the other side frowned: "I mentioned the mango orchard in West Asia. I heard that something happened there recently, do you know what it is?" His accent had a strong local dialect tone, and the last one The pronunciation of the characters needs to add a lingering sound of ah.

"Just looking at you, you can tell that you don't often travel far. As the saying goes, only by walking..." "The farther you go, the farther your heart will be. The information and knowledge can also be improved a lot. I know what happened in the mango orchard in West Asia. It is the closest to the kingdom. It has something to do with the big move." The man who threw the mango spoke in a soft tone.

"A relative of mine is in the Kingdom Guard Corps. Get some inside information. Recently, many parts of the Kingdom have been mobilizing troops at the same time. There may be some big moves."

"Big move? What big move? Did the wanted person get caught?"

"You mean the fierce shadow killer that the church hunted down? No, how could that guy be caught so easily! It's another matter. It seems that some earl from West Asia died, and the heir seems to have changed. The surrounding lords They might attack that place." The middle-aged man who threw the mango looked well-informed.

"The Fierce Shadow Murderer that the Church is chasing? The Church should be strong? Why can't it catch a single murderer?" Angelet became interested when he heard the news from the Church.

The middle-aged man chuckled twice: "You don't know that. Although the Church is the strongest, there are some who dare to challenge them. This Fierce Shadow Killer is one of them. Since the Wizards Union was defeated a long time ago, , A shadow tower organization appeared later, which was dedicated to opposing the Holy Church. It was also defeated later, and this fierce shadow murderer was a member of the shadow tower."

The other person also nodded: "Everyone who has been to a big city knows these things. But that guy has been wanted for more than ten years, and he hasn't been caught yet. He really deserves to be a strongman who dares to fight against the church! "

"I still don't know much. Fortunately, I met your two elder brothers. Finally, I don't have to be ashamed when I brag in the future." Angelet smiled, and took a bite of the purple mango, sour." "Sweet mango juice poured into the mouth, and the soft mango flesh was like eating a banana, without getting stuck between the teeth at all. "Besides this, is there anyone who dares to go against the church?"

The man looked at Angelet carefully, and vaguely felt that his temperament was a little different from ordinary people. Seeing that he wanted to ask for advice so humbly, he immediately showed a slightly smug expression on his face.

"There are actually a lot of people who are against the church. The remnants of the shadowy 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 Clan Empire in the extreme north. All I know is That's all, but if you often go to the main city of the church, you can see the church knights mobilized all day long, running around every day, so busy, there must be a lot of things, how many of them are troubles of the church, this is I don’t know. As for our area, I have a general understanding of the situation.”

Angelet stayed in the carriage all morning, bragging with two middle-aged men, and got a general understanding of the situation here.

The holy church spreads all over the surrounding kingdoms, and they are all the most powerful. Even the king has to be crowned by the church, and the power is so powerful.

On the other hand, because of the church's domineering and arbitrariness, it has established countless enemies.

Among them, those who make enemies as the main force are some special groups of people with ancient blood and power. These people are called wizards.

It was not until noon, when the sun was scorching and dazzling, that Angelet left the carriage and returned to his ox cart.

The convoy stopped for food.

Little Furuila happened to climb onto the bullock cart with difficulty holding a large wooden tub, which contained "Wizard World" full of Angelet and her clothes. Wet, obviously went to wash clothes.

"It's time for lunch." Fu Ruila put down the tub. Walking up to Angelet, he held out his hand.

Angelet took out two silver coins from his pocket knowingly.

"The afternoon portion is also in it."

Fu Ruila stared at the two silver coins in her hand. "Uncle, are you sending beggars away? You only want two silver coins." The words didn't finish. There was a faint commotion from the carriage in front.

Angelet and the other two poked their heads out from the side and looked forward.

In the middle of the convoy, a group of mercenaries in dusty clothes stood on the green grass.

The clothes of these mercenaries are tattered, but the shields or long swords look very clean and bright, and some of them wear horn leather helmets on their heads.

A few mercenaries were standing beside the convoy talking to some caravan guards. Compare mercenaries with guards. One is fully armed and cleanly dressed, while the other is barely armored and has tattered clothes. Appears to be layered.

"Those mercenaries seem to have joined the convoy the day before yesterday." Fu Ruila looked around curiously, and whispered, "It seems that they are arguing about the commission."

Angelet nodded: "It should be halfway to take the opportunity to raise the price. These merchants are already on the road and have nowhere to go. It is most likely to succeed in raising prices at this time."

He answered casually, but his eyes vaguely fell on a man behind the crowd of mercenaries.

This person's face was covered with red pustules of various sizes. Some places have been broken open, and thick dark red pus is flowing out. The strange thing is that this man is holding a horn wine bag, and he is taking a sip of wine from time to time. A pair of small black eyes revealed a lazy and decadent temperament.

Only a gray and black metal dagger was worn on the man's waist. The palm-length dagger was inconspicuous. The white clothes he was wearing were also ordinary long-sleeved trousers with patches everywhere.

"That person..." Angelet's eyes flashed a blue light. He actually felt a faint breath of blood from this man, the breath of ancient blood.

The same bloodline breath as those sealers in the nightmare world.

"Although it's weak, it's true. And beside him, there's a shadow in the woods on the right side." Angelet's peripheral vision instantly swept across.

"Okay, don't look at it." Angelet patted Fu Ruila on the shoulder. "Let's go to lunch first."

Fu Ruila gave him a blank look, turned over and jumped out of the car and went to the dining car.

Angelet himself rolled over into the carriage, pulled off the thin gray blanket to cover his body, closed his eyes and pretended to take a nap.

His mental power began to probe towards the bit of mural powder in his waist pocket again, trying to unlock the secret of the entrance to that microscopic world. This is his daily regular research.

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In the dark blue night sky at night, the sickle moon was covered by clouds, casting a little bit of blue light.

In the middle of the continuous black sea of ​​trees below, three piles of scarlet bonfires were extinguished, with wisps of blue smoke still rising.

A circular formation composed of three circles of carriages surrounded the bonfire, like three gray and white circles surrounding the scarlet bonfire.

Breathing and snoring could be faintly heard in the gray and white carriage. A few mercenaries and guards on watch at the side of the carriage held broadswords and iron rods and dozed off against the carriage.

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.

The small figure of "Mom" suddenly sobbed, turned over, and immediately rolled to the side of the adult figure, unconsciously moved his body, hugged the adult's waist directly, and snuggled up to him.

laugh!

Suddenly, there was a faint cracking sound outside the carriage.

The big black figure turned sideways slightly, and gently broke free from his embrace. His face was exposed in the crack of the car window, and a faint moonlight shone in, slightly illuminating this person's face. It was Angelet.

He pulled the thin quilt over Fu Ruila's body and pinched the little guy's face. Slowly and quietly climbed out of the car. (To be continued.)