Hookdick was kicked away by Nausica, who then stomped on his head. The two attacks almost knocked him out.
However, the blood vessel on his neck was still bleeding because of Toby's peck. If he didn't stop the bleeding soon, his life would be in danger.
Unfortunately, no one came forward to help even after a long time had passed. It was clear that Hookdick's interpersonal relationships were as bad as his personality.
Just then, a group of people walked out of the dense forest. It was a group of Shadow Servants wearing totem masks and black robes. The Phantom Servant was none other than Butler Goode, whom he was familiar with.
Good walked to the front of the crowd, and all the talents naturally gathered together. Hookdick, who was still lying on the ground, was carried away by two of the Phantom Servants.
"Good afternoon, everyone. Welcome to Endless Continent. As one of the cradles of wizardry, I hope you can bring back the glory of wizardry in this place. " Goode went straight to the point. "We are now at the south of Goman Kingdom, which is tens of thousands of kilometers away from our destination, Parmigi Highlands.
"The organization has sent someone to welcome you, but they will only arrive tomorrow. You will need to rest in Twilight Town for the night." Goode bowed slightly and stepped aside. "This way, please."
The Phantom Servants led the way, and everyone followed.
When Angor walked past Goode, he heard the man whispering to him, "This way, Mister Padt."
The other victors of the deathmatch didn't seem to have heard Goode's voice. Angor turned around and saw Goode nodding at him. He had no idea what that was about.
He considered for a moment and walked to Goode's side.
His departure did not alarm the others. Nausica was the only one who gave him a meaningful glance when he turned away.
"Mister Padt, Master asked you to follow these people because he wants you to interact with your peers before returning to Brute Cavern. It'll be good for you," Goode explained.
Angor nodded. When they left at noon, Flora was going to take Angor with her, but Sunders ordered him to go with the winner of the deathmatch. Flora hesitated for a moment and gave Angor a "I'm rooting for you" look. Angor already had such an idea, so he was not surprised when Goode pointed it out.
Goode saw Angor's calm expression and nodded in satisfaction. Several days ago, when Sunders and Flora left, they gave Angor the control of the cloud whale, including the magic array of the winner's tent, so that Angor could spend more time with his peers. However, Angor did not seem interested in socializing. He just stayed in the library all the time.
Goode was not surprised by Angor's decision. He was not a wizard, but he had been following Sunders for a long time, so he knew a lot about the wizard circle.
Most adepts were lone wolves, especially those who had embarked on the path of truth. However, that didn't mean that wizards didn't have friends. They had their own circle of friends. In the process of wizard cultivation, it was easy to fall into a dead end. If there was communication, they could avoid going astray. Having friends and exploring alone could go hand in hand.
When he was bored on The Redbud, he read several web novels from Earth. One of the novels about training summed up the four elements of a training path: spells, companions, wealth, and land. Wizards and cultivators were different, but the four elements were still worth learning. Leaving "spells, wealth, and land" aside, let's talk about "companions". Companions referred to "friends who could discuss ideas".
Having someone to discuss ideas with was better than being alone. It was the same as the old Chinese proverb, "Three cobblers are better than one Zhuge Liang". Ideas could always be found by pooling together.
The path of an Adept was a path that required innovation, accumulation, and contemplation. With "companions" as a guide, the path ahead would be smoother.
Seeing that Angor understood, Goode did not say anything else. He let Angor return to the crowd.
Goode stood quietly by the shore and watched Angor walking away. He felt a little emotional.
As a matter of fact, what Goode said to Angor was not ordered by anyone. It was Goode's own decision. He treated Angor with such respect because he could see that Sunders really cared about Angor. Not only was Sunders worried about Angor's future, but he was also worried about Angor's social circle. Goode did not want Angor to misunderstand Sunders' good intentions, so he specifically reminded Angor.
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Angor left quietly. When he came back, he did not cause any trouble either. Those who were hostile to him would not do anything bad to him in front of Goode. Those who were not hostile would only continue to ignore him.
Angor was still thinking about his argument with Hookdick on his way back. He did not want to be called "weak" again, nor did he want to be helpless. However, this was all based on his own strength. If he was not strong enough, he could not say anything.
After walking out of the beach, they soon saw traces of human habitation.
There was a large river beside the forest road. Several fishing boats were anchored at the edge of the river. From afar, it seemed that people were working on the boats.
Angor followed the Phantom Servant upstream. Every now and then, they would see masts and sails planted on the shore, which seemed to be used to test the height of the water level.
As they walked further, they saw houses on the side of the mountain. People began to enter their sight. The smell in the air changed from the salty smell of the sea to something more human.
Strangely, the Phantom Servant was wearing a black robe despite the hot weather. There was also a group of people in strange clothes following behind him. If Angor was a bystander, he would think that these people were strange. However, he noticed that the people around him did not seem to care about the Phantom Servant's attire. They would occasionally look at them, but their attention was not on them.
After walking for a while, they finally saw the Twilight Town.
This was a small town built around a mountain. All the houses were made of white bricks and tiles, and their backs were against the sea. Under the sunlight, one could clearly see the flowers in the courtyards of each household. The streets were also very detailed. Except for the main road, which was wide, the other roads were paved with fine prism stones. White sand, white tiles, and white fences made the whole town look warm and white. It was very exotic.
"It's so white. I really want to kill some people and dye it red. Come to think of it, it should be very beautiful. "Someone laughed in ridicule.
Angor heard the familiar voice and looked up. It was Hookdick. The wound on his neck was already bandaged. It seemed that the Phantom Servant took him away to treat it.
Hookdick's words attracted other people's attention. However, no one agreed with him. Someone even sneered, "Barbarian."
Hookdick did not mind being called a "barbarian", but the dark-skinned young man glared at the speaker.
"Idiot. You're going to blame yourself," the speaker muttered. The person who spoke muttered in a low voice. However, he was clearly fearful of the brown-skinned youth.
Hookdick turned around and saw Angor. His eyes instantly turned red with anger, but he didn't dare to do anything with his Phantom Servant around. He grinned viciously and made a throat-slitting gesture. Then, with a loud laugh, he turned around.
Angor sighed. He knew that there was a grudge between him and Hookdick. Angor was not afraid though. He knew that people would criticize him for not being the winner of the deathmatch. However, he did not expect it to happen so soon.
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