He had checked the ring more than hundreds of times. However, compared to the first time, he only found a line of words engraved on the metal ring.
'Checking … Angele Rio: Strength 2.9, Agility 4.1, Stamina 2.5. Gene limit reached. Status: Healthy. 'Zero quickly reported.
"Got it." Angele nodded. He glanced at the Count's carriage out of the corner of his eye and narrowed his eyes slightly.
Angele's expression changed. The baron's expression changed as well.
Angele was a bit relieved. His father knew about his relationship with Maggie and Celia. He should be able to handle it. Angele took a deep breath. He licked his lips and turned around to look at the puddle.
Angele's face twitched a few times. He looked at the black bread in his hand, then at the white bread on the grass outside, and his expression became even more unsightly.
"Ramsoda University … I wonder where it is …" Angele muttered. "Whitness is probably the name of the owner of the ring. He should be a real wizard, "Angele guessed.
Count Philip got off the carriage while rubbing his eyes. He looked at the people around the puddle. He quickly walked to them.
Philip's expression changed several times. He took out the emerald ring from his shirt.
The emerald on the ring was dark and full of cracks. The runes on it were also covered by the cracks. Angele rubbed the surface of the ring carefully.
Angele bowed slightly and bowed to her. "Thank you for the compliment, Count."
He took a deep breath and put down the curtain. He was still angry. He quickly finished the black bread in his hand. He ate the dried meat and drank some water. He felt better after eating the dried meat.
"Captain Mark, I'm here to drink some water." Angele shook the water bag and smiled.
The baron turned around and bowed. "What's the matter, Count?"
Angele slowly put his right hand on the hilt of his sword. * PA * The baron grabbed his hand. He shook his head. "Calm down." Angele was trying to calm himself down. He slowly let go of the baron's hand. He forced a smile on his face. "I know your father."
The soldiers and the women all got out of the car and worked together to fill the wooden buckets with water. Although the water was muddy and mixed with mud and grass, it was better than having nothing to drink. As long as it was properly filtered, it would be much cleaner.
"There aren't many left," Mark said helplessly. "Just now, that Lord Knight came over to get a bucket of clean water. He said he was going to do the laundry. "
"Don't provoke Philip. We might have to rely on his connections in the future," the baron warned.
Maggie and Celia, the two pretty young girls, were carefully helping to scoop water into the bucket. The wind on the grassland blew, causing the two women's silky hair to flutter. Her clothes clung tightly to her body, revealing her youthful and pure curves. Angele calmed down a bit after hearing her words.
The baron had not returned. Angele sat by the table and looked at the black bread in his hand. The long loaf of black bread was like a block of wood when pinched. It was extremely hard. The black surface was lined with yellow stripes. It was about the size of two fists. It was white inside. Angele grabbed one end of the bread and put it in his mouth. * Crack * The sound of the bread was similar to the sound of the wooden block. Tiny white bread crumbs fell from the crack. Angele's expression turned gloomy. The black bread tasted like sawdust. It was dry and tasteless. Angele's mood worsened.
The carriage was full of people, but now it was empty. Half of the brown wooden buckets were gone. Angele walked to the waist-high bucket on the left and opened the lid. It was empty. He scrunched his eyebrows and walked to the second bucket. It was still empty.
Mark smiled bitterly. "Young Master, only black bread is left. The white bread was taken away by those two knights. "
"It's getting late," the count said calmly. "Bring the two women to me later. I'm tired. I'm going back to rest. "He turned around and walked to the carriage. The two Knights followed him.
Angele was surprised. "They took all the bread?"
"Why are you still here?" Angele asked in a deep voice.
"Yeah." Mark nodded.
Angele calmed himself down and leaned against the carriage. He decided not to think about the count anymore. He started checking his status every day.
Angele scooped some water into the water bag and closed the lid. He opened the wooden bucket on the right, which was filled with bread, jam, and meat jerky. It was full of black bread, and a large amount of jerky was gone, leaving only a little. Angele took out a piece of black bread. He also took some meat jerky. He closed the lid and scrunched his eyebrows. He got off the carriage and returned to the first one.
'Ramsoda University – Whitness.' That was the meaning of the letter.
'I can't improve my attributes, so this mysterious power is the only way for me to become stronger.' He looked at the emerald on the ring carefully.
Philip raised his eyebrows. "I still need some maids to take care of my life. I'll ask the two girls to get on my carriage. He pointed at Maggie and Celia, who were standing by the puddle.
The baron nodded and let go of Angele's hand. "I'll take care of this. I'll talk to them. Don't be reckless. It's not worth it! "Angele nodded. He took a deep breath.
"Washing clothes? It's raining. Can't we just use a basin to wash clothes? "Angele scrunched his eyebrows. "Forget it, fill it with water. I'll get some jam and white bread. I'm a bit hungry. "
If it weren't for the count and the other two carrying several buckets of water to his carriage, they wouldn't have stopped to filter the water from the plain. The water might be poisonous.
Angele and the baron stood at the back with anger in their stomachs.
The carriages traveled for another two days.
Philip looked at Angele carefully. "I remember you," he said lightly. "You killed more than ten mounted bandits that day. You're good. I like brave warriors like you. "
The baron said a few more words to Angele before walking to the count's carriage.
Angele's expression changed. "Finally, I reached my limit …" He felt disappointed. Such strength was not even worth mentioning in this dangerous world. At most, he could protect himself.
A silver-armored knight stood beside the puddle with his arms crossed in front of his chest and said in dissatisfaction. "Why did we stop? Let's go. We'll cross the border soon. The bandits might catch up with us at any time! "
"Thank you, father." Angele felt relieved.
The baron looked at the direction he was pointing at. His face darkened. He was about to say something.
In the Count's carriage, a silver-armored knight was about to return to the carriage with a silver basin. On the grass beside the carriage, a pool of milky white soup was spilled on the ground, and four or five half-eaten pieces of white bread were thrown on top. Only the softest part in the middle of the bread was eaten, and the rest was left over. What a waste.
* Splash * Suddenly, the sound of water splashing came from the carriage.
"Master Karl," he yelled.
The carriages stopped by a puddle. Gloomy clouds covered the entire sky.
"Zero, check my body's condition," he muttered.
Due to the lack of water, everyone had to use gauze to filter the water from the puddles on the plain. The filtered water was given to the bandits' horses before they dared to drink it.
After a while, the baron walked to the carriage and nodded to Angele. "Everything's fine now." Angele opened the curtain and looked back.
Angele pulled the curtain open and poked his head out.
He played with the ring for a while, but he couldn't find anything. He carefully hid it in his clothes. Although the ring's energy was depleted, it was the only thing that could be connected to a wizard's power. Angele thought he could find more clues from the ring. He still cherished it.
The third, fourth, and fifth buckets were all empty. Only the last two buckets were half empty. Angele was getting a little angry. The day before yesterday, when he came to check, only one bucket was empty. Now, in just two days, four big buckets had been emptied. The water was enough for everyone to drink for more than a week.
Another knight explained the situation to him in a low voice. The count scrunched his eyebrows. "So troublesome!" He snorted. He glanced around the crowd. Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
"I'm afraid that's not possible," a voice said from the side. Angele walked closer with a smile on his face. "Both of them have jobs to take care of. I'm afraid that they can't serve you, Count. " But in his heart, he knew that the so-called taking care of life, to put it bluntly, was to let Maggie and Celia come to the door for the three of them to play with. Angele already considered the two girls as his private property. He was trying his best to suppress his anger.
"Wait a second. They should be ready soon," the baron said in a low voice.
Angele was a bit angry. "I'll go in myself." He opened the curtain and entered the carriage.
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