"Sure."
Angele's room was on the wall of a circular hall.
Three silhouettes appeared in the golden pillars of light.
With a flick of his right hand, a ball of red flame floated above the biscuits.
The three stood on the platform and attracted the attention of the crowd.
Beside the green plant, the brown wooden window sill.
However, there was also a group of people who were completely unfamiliar and vigilant. Angele recognized several wizards who were from the same world fissure as him.
"Hey! Hey! Hey! " A chorus of chants came closer and closer, clearer and clearer.
"My heart … My heart!"
"Alright, let's go." The old woman led the way and walked to the left. They walked to the left side of the spiral hallway.
The other biscuits shouted together, and a mess of slogans came out.
"Oh! No! I'm going to be roasted! "
"Is the Sandwich Race going to be wiped out in one day? God! No … This is not realistic … "
"Cough …" The green plant started coughing like a mouth. It seemed like it was choking on some sticky liquid.
Angele rested for a while. On the wall facing the window. A rectangular door slowly appeared on the dark golden wall.
"Damn it! Brothers! Go! "He pointed his spear at Angele. "Evil demon king! For the peace of the biscuits, we must defeat you! "
Then, a man with short gray hair wearing a luxurious black suit slowly appeared. There was a smile on his face as he walked to the chairs and sat down.
The one standing in front of the group was a beautiful woman with long green hair. However, there were wrinkles around her eyes. Her blue eyes were glowing, indicating that she was not a normal person.
"What's going on …?" He stared at the window with his mouth wide open.
Angele was speechless. He walked to the window and watched the group of biscuits running toward him. It was funny. He did not know how to react.
The air was filled with a pungent smell.
"Also, this room will be your living quarters in the Dark Wizard Tower. Please remember this location, "the old woman warned in a low voice.
"I am your receptionist. I believe that all of you will be asking the same question now. Unfortunately, this is only a one-way communication, and I will not be able to hear your feedback. Now, your lunch is coming, but you need to help yourselves. After eating, you will understand the helplessness of this place and … Damned New Bath!! You only know how to eat all day! Get back here!! Come back!! Hiss … Hiss … "The sound gradually became softer, and then there was only a cacophony.
Angele walked out of the main hall and heard the noise coming from the crowd.
At this moment, he could understand what the voice meant.
Angele stood up from the bed and walked to the door with his brow furrowed.
Angele felt a bit full after finishing all the food on the windowsill.
Angele was speechless as he looked at the sticky liquid on the carpet. The smell in the room was so disgusting that it felt like disinfectant.
Whoosh.
The leader, Biscuit, hurriedly shouted, "Now! Hulett's biscuits are lined up! Julie's cookies, line up! The rest of you, follow me! "
In the empty space at the bottom of the hall, a large number of chairs were placed. They were all densely packed with high-back chairs covered with red cloth.
Three faint golden pillars of light slowly descended from the dark brown circular platform.
The chairs were lined up neatly. Some of them were already occupied, and some were still empty.
"No wonder you delivered yourself to my doorstep, yet you have to do it yourself. Looks like these are my lunch. "
The two blended into the crowd and arrived at the bottom of the hall quickly. Angele asked around and learned that there were no restrictions on the chairs. He found a random seat on the left and sat down.
At the back of the hall, in front of a closed black door, three tall men appeared out of thin air.
People were coming out of the rooms on the walls. They walked down the hallway and sat down on the chairs, waiting patiently.
Angele was not interested. He grabbed the bread, put it into his mouth, and chewed it in half. The sound of the bread disappeared.
Angele avoided the sticky liquid on the floor and stood in front of the flower bud. His brow furrowed.
'Defeat him!'
The amount of food wasn't big, but it was surprisingly filling.
The biscuit leader turned around and saw Angele standing up.
"Welcome to the heart of the tree. The competition will start soon and the results will be announced. Please take your core with you and wait in the lower seats. "The maid's voice was very pleasant to hear, clear and melodious like a little girl's.
"Sorry … I interrupted your rest." An old woman's voice came from the flower bud. "But you'll recover faster if you rest in the heart of the tree, right?"
Angele heard some noises coming from the window again as he laid down. It was as if there were many children strenuously doing some kind of strenuous work.
The cookies fell to the ground and the cream on their bodies kept dripping down. The fragrance of the cream permeated the air.
* Crack * The door opened by itself. Angele could see the curved hallway.
The flower bud immediately split open, and a large amount of transparent mucus sprayed out, all of it dripping onto the carpet in the room.
"Who are you?" he questioned in a low voice. "Is this plant a communication device?"
"Legion Commander Leon is here!" A high-pitched voice echoed in the hall.
"Let's go!"
When the voice mentioned Lady Sando, she nodded slightly at the crowd with a graceful smile.
"Alright, lunch … This place is weird. I don't know what they were talking about …" Angele waved his hand and the sticky liquid on the carpet floated into the air and turned into a translucent ball. * CHI * It flew out of the window.
Many people were talking to each other, it seemed like they knew each other.
It was crispy and had a nice fragrance. It was not too sweet, but it was not too sweet at all. Everything was just right.
Angele straightened his body and looked at the window. His brow furrowed. He narrowed his eyes and widened his eyes. His mouth was wide open and his expression was blank.
The main color of the hall was dark brown and there were many small rooms on the walls. All the rooms were connected by a spiral hallway. The hallway extended to the bottom of the hall.
He stood in front of the door. A maid in a white dress walked to him and bowed to him.
"Long live the justice!"
At this moment, the crowd on the seats gradually quietened down. Everyone turned their attention to a platform at the front of the hall.
These cookies had hands and they were holding long spears that were made of black cookies.
However, when she raised her head, her face was full of wrinkles. Her skin looked like tree bark and her eyes were cloudy. She looked like an old woman.
The cookies lined up neatly. They were divided into three groups.
There were three men and women in black armor suits. The leader of the group was a tall man with a thick beard. There were a man and a woman behind him. They were both good-looking and good-looking. They had blonde hair and blue eyes.
Bread was going crazy after seeing the scene. Tears and snot were all over the floor, but they were all white powdered sugar.
The tall man glanced at the crowd and walked to the seats with the two people expressionlessly. He found a random seat and sat down.
In less than a dozen seconds, Chen Xiaolian's expression changed. The seed grew into a palm-sized plant with green leaves. A green bud the size of a fist appeared on the top of the plant.
The man on the right nodded slightly when he heard Count Hausla's name. The man's hair was white, and it was obvious that he was not young.
Angele followed the man. There were people coming out of the rooms along the way, and they were led down the stairs by maids in white dresses. Soon, they formed a small group and walked down the stairs together.
"Count Hausla will be the supervisor of the ceremony! Master Sando, the minister of the Department of Reformation! "the high-pitched voice shouted again.
A small group of black round pancakes with cream sandwiched between them had two short legs. They lined up in a line and climbed up from below the window.
Angele sat up on the bed and looked at the plants on the windowsill with his eyebrows furrowed. The golden bird saw that Angele was awake, so it flew away from the windowsill.
"Down with gourmet food!"
The woman on the left of Sando was a young girl. She had no expression on her face. Angele guessed that she was Sando's assistant. However, she was not mentioned.
"Legion Commander Kelly is here!"
"For justice!" The leader of the cookies raised his spear and shouted. Angele could hear the cute voice of a child.
The hallway was made of brown wood, and there were people passing by from time to time.
He sat down on the bed again. Angele wanted to rest for a while. Actually, he felt that his body and mentality had recovered by half in such a short time. It seemed like the old woman was talking about the heart of the tree, and it could help him rest faster.
"What a shame." Angele sighed. The biscuits were not moving anymore. He picked up a black biscuit and put it into his mouth.
The beam of light was not dazzling, but it was filled with a faint warmth.
Angele remained calm and nodded slowly. "Got it."
He rubbed his temples as he had a headache.
"Oh! God! God! Damn it! What did you do! You're killing people! Slaughter!! "On the edge of the windowsill, a fat round bun climbed up.
The three figures were all dressed in white, gold-rimmed form-fitting gowns. One man and two women.
"It tastes good." The surface of the bun was crispy, and it was soft on the inside. It had a nice texture, and there was a sweet smell of wheat.
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