Chapter 570: First Glance (1)

'This thing...' Angele's brow furrowed as he held the ball in hand. 'I can't even put it into my mouth. That's a problem...'

Gentle blue light was released from his eyes as he scanned the ball on his palm. The ball had the size of an egg and its surface was illuminated by the light.

Several seconds later, Angele stopped scanning and tapped on the ball for three times.

*KA*

The ball suddenly started shrinking, it turned to the size of a nail, and then transformed into a white ring.

Angele tapped the ring again and it quickly returned to its original size.

He repeated the process several times.

'It only has two forms?' He carefully put the ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

Suddenly, an arm appeared in front of him, holding a large black coat.

"Here you go, your outfit." Fra's young voice came from behind.

Angele turned around and grabbed the patched coat. He saw that Fra was about to fall asleep.

"You can go sleep first if you want."

Angele was testing the barrier so he was not facing Fra, however, Fra saw the white ring on his finger right after he turned to her.

"Where did you get that from?" Fra yawned. "Anyway, I need to have some rest. I already bought the breakfast and you know where to find it." She moved to the wall and closed her eyes.

Angele jumped off the carriage and ran to one of the carriages in the front. He opened the door and entered that carriage.

The carriage was relatively small. There were two middle-aged men inside, eating pine nut cakes and purple mangos.

Angele could hear them chewing the fruits; the purple juice from the blue mangos was dripping down their hands. The dried juice stained the wooden table under their hands.

He could smell the sour fragrance from the fermented fruits as he entered the carriage. There was a white pine nut cake on the table, the brown pine nuts were mixed in the cake. It smelled like baked eggs.

Angele sat down with his legs crossed. He grabbed the cake and took a bite.

"That's way too dry..."

"Come on, don't complain." One of the middle-aged men chuckled.

"Take this, it'll make everything better." He threw a fist-sized purple mango to Angele.

Angele caught the mango and wiped it using a piece of white cloth.

"It's the first time that I see a mango like this. Where did you get this?"

The middle-aged man licked his lips and responded, "From a mango farm in Sella. They also have black and red mangos but the purple mangos are the cheapest."

The other middle-aged man's brow furrowed after hearing these words.

"Talking about the mango farm in Sella, I heard that there was an incident. Do you know what happened?" The man's dialect was a bit strange and it was hard to understand.

"I guess you don't travel often. You need to explore the world so you'll learn more and know more information. I do know of the incident about the mango farm. It's related to the country's recent decisions." The man lowered his voice.

"A relative of mine is a royal guard and knows the background information. They are gathering the army, I think something big is going to happen."

"What do you mean? Are they going after the wanted criminal?"

"You mean the cold-blooded killer that's wanted by the church? No, I don't think that guy will be caught easily. It's a different situation. A Count in Sella passed away and the inheritors are fighting; also, the lords around the area were also eyeing that position." It seemed like the man knew a lot of information.

"A coldblooded killer? The church is strong, right? I don't think they can't catch a killer." When Angele heard those words, he was interested.

The middle-aged man chuckled. "The church is the strongest here but there are still people who are not afraid of them, including the cold-blooded killer. The wizard alliance was eliminated years ago. An organization called Shadow Tower brought a lot of trouble to the church but it was eliminated too. The cold-blooded killer was a member of Shadow Tower."

The other man joined the conversation. "Well, I've heard of those when I visited the large cities. The cold-blooded killer became a wanted criminal about 30 years ago but the church hasn't caught him yet. He's one of the church's strongest enemies."

"I never knew that. It's great that I met you guys and I learned a lot today..." Angele smiled and took a bite of the mango. The mango was juicy, sour, and sweet. It had the texture of a banana. "Are there other people who are fighting the church?"

The man glanced at Angele and noticed that Angele gave him a different feeling. He felt good that he knew something that Angele did not know.

"There are many people who dislike the church, like the remaining members of the Shadow Tower, the wizards, some underground races, and the Siren Empire from the north. That's all I know. If you go to the city that's owned by the church, you'll see the holy knights running around all day. They probably have many things to deal with every day. I don't know what exactly they are doing, I only know the situation of the areas around here."

Angele spent the morning in the carriage, chatting with the two middle-aged men. He heard a lot of local news.

The church controlled the countries in this area. It was like the strongest organization of this word—even the Kings needed to invite the church to attend their coronation ceremonies.

However, the church was extremely hard on the people and those who hated the church would be eliminated.

The main enemy of the church was a group of people with special powers—those people were called wizards.

The sunlight was burning hot during the noon. Angele left the carriage and returned to his own carriage.

The caravan also stopped for lunch.

Fra climbed into the carriage with a large wooden basin in her arms. Fra's and Angele's clothes were inside the basin. It seemed like she just washed them.

"It's lunchtime." Fra put down the wooden basin and walked to Angele.

Angele knew what she was asking for. He took out two silver coins.

"Lunch and dinner."

Fra stared at the two silver coins she got.

"Seriously? That's not enough... Two silver coins... You can only get..." They heard people shouting before Fra finished her word.

Angele and Fra leaned to the window, they tried to see what was happening.

A team of mercenaries was standing on the grass. They approached the caravan.

The mercenaries were wearing damaged outfits, however, the shields and swords in their hands looked nice. Some of them were wearing horned helmets.

Some mercenaries were talking to the guards of the caravan. The guards were fully equipped with high-quality gear. They looked much more reliable than the mercenaries.

"Those mercenaries joined the caravan several days ago," Fra spoke in a low voice; she seemed curious. "They are arguing about the pay."

Angele nodded.

"They are asking for more money when we are still far from the destination. It's the perfect time to raise the price," he said as his sight fell upon a man behind the mercenaries.

The man's face was covered with red cysts; some of the cysts were broken and there was sticky red pus leaking out of them. The man was holding a leather water pouch in hand and sipping wine from it. The man looked lazy and it felt like that he did not care about the things that were happening around him.

'That man...' Blue light dots flashed in front of Angele's eyes. He noticed that the man was releasing some weak energy waves with ancient bloodline power.

The bloodline power gave felt similar to the bloodline power the sealed forms had.

'He's weak but I'm not mistaken. Also, there's...' Angele glanced at the shadow that was hiding behind a tree in the forest on the right.

"Alright, it's none of our business." Angele tapped on Fra's shoulder. "Go buy the lunch first."

Fra looked at Angele, jumped off the carriage, and walked to the vendor.

Angele stayed in the carriage and covered himself with a gray blanket. Closing his eyes, he made it look like that he was having a nap.

He started checking the dust from the painting he stored in the pouch using his mentality wave again. He wanted to find a way to enter the portal. It was something he did every day.

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It was night. The crescent moon was blocked by the clouds but the moonlight still shined upon the land.

In the dark forest, there were three campfires that were just extinguished, they were still producing some smoke.

The carriages around the campfires looked like three gray circles.

People were sleeping inside the carriages. The guards and the mercenaries were holding iron bars or wide blades in hands. Some of them were having a nap with their backs leaning against the carriages.

In one of the carriages, an adult and a young girl were sleeping under the window. There was barely any light in the carriage.

"Mother..." The girl suddenly started crying and rolled to the adult. She moved closer to the adult unconsciously and grabbed the adult's waist.

*CHI*

Suddenly, something soared through the air outside the carriage.

The adult turned around and escaped from the girls' arms. He quickly opened the window and checked the surroundings. Some gentle moonlight shined upon his face, it was Angele.

He covered Fra's body with the blanket and rubbed her cheeks. He then carefully jumped off the carriage.