Angele's brow furrowed. He went to the kitchen to grab some desserts. It only took him about ten seconds to get the desserts, but Fir was nowhere to be found.
Inside the bedroom, Angele lay on the large bed and was sleeping soundly.
"Wait! Something must have happened! "
The white shadow disappeared as the voice echoed. It felt like the shadow was never there.
"I think I left the bedroom door open …"
Feinie picked up the wooden cup and took a sip of the tea. The sweet aroma of the creamy tea wafted into her mouth, instantly driving away the damp chill of the early morning.
Fir stared at Angele with a blank expression. Suddenly, she noticed that there was a pair of clean feet of a woman standing by the staircase on the second floor behind Angele. His entire upper body was blocked by the staircase on the second floor.
He had a feeling that what was outside the door was definitely not his living room, but some unknown and terrifying place!
He rushed up the stairs to the second floor. Suddenly, he seemed to have thought of something. When he saw the tightly shut door of his bedroom, his expression changed abruptly.
'Even the barrier can't block it? 'He had a feeling that he was in trouble. However, the stone powder was one of the basic materials for his summoning and he would not give up on the stone powder.
The tea was still steaming.
* BAM * * Crack *
It was late at night.
Inside the bedroom, Fir was slapping the door on the other side of the wall nervously. "Green! You're the one outside, right? Stop joking around, let me out! Green! I'll be mad if you don't let me out! "
Angele smiled. "Thanks, but you'll get addicted to the Calming Water if you keep using it. Don't worry, it's nothing. "
"Green?!" Her voice was shaking. "Master Green? Are you still here? "
The tea on the table was still steaming, but Fir was nowhere to be seen.
"Please, have a seat. This is a fruit tea that I planted myself. It's the combination of the Red Tongue Fruit and the Green Flower Leaf. Try it. "
The door of the bedroom slowly opened, it felt like the wind was blowing it open. The other side of the door was dark.
Angele bumped into the door.
The living room was silent.
In the living room, Angele put down two brown wooden cups and sat across Fir, who was wearing a tight black dress.
With a trace of indignation, she walked towards the open bedroom door. The moment she walked into the bedroom, the door closed automatically with a bang.
Absolutely! He absolutely could not be dragged in!
She lowered her hand and raised her head before Angele could respond. However, there was no one in front of her.
Angele felt that something was off. He stood up, his eyes flashing with a faint blue light as he scanned the surroundings.
"I'd like to see what kind of woman Master Grimm is so fond of!" She stood up with her eyebrows furrowed. She glanced at the kitchen, but Angele was not doing anything.
"You did it on purpose?" Fir was even angrier.
Just as he was about to open the bedroom door, he suddenly thought of the pale arm last night. His heart skipped a beat, but he still didn't open the door.
His eyes were faintly flowing with a dark red brilliance, like boiling lava.
Oh …
The bedroom door broke into several large pieces and spread inwards.
They were sitting face to face on the sofa, and on the low table between them were freshly brought pastries and two cups of fruit tea.
Angele left the bedroom and walked to the guest room and the storeroom on the first floor. He stood by the door and peeked inside, but there was no one there. Fir had a bad feeling about this.
Just like Angele, Fir was also a wizard who liked to explore and explore new knowledge.
"Of course, go ahead." Angele shrugged. "Also, there are some pastries I made in the kitchen. I'll bring them to you." He stood up and walked to the kitchen, quickly disappearing around the corner.
The door was slammed shut.
Angele suddenly opened his eyes, stood up, and glared at the place where the woman was standing.
She could feel the chill rising from the bottom of her heart.
* Crack *
Fir nodded. "I forgot that you're a potion master as well. However, tomorrow is the day of our wedding … I don't think you're doing well. "
It was early in the morning. Steam rose from the two cups of hot tea, the aroma of butter and apples was mixed in the air.
The door on the other side slowly opened. A pale arm reached out and tried to grab Fir.
Angele's expression changed. He felt like his right wrist was clamped by an iron clamp. Even his bones were aching. The white hand was so strong that Angele could barely stand straight.
Angele heard birds chirping outside the window.
He suddenly heard footsteps coming from the stairs on the right. It was a rhythmic noise.
A woman in a white dress was walking up the stairs with her back facing Angele. Angele could not see the woman's face, but the woman's face was covered by her long hair.
"Phèdre!" he cried again. "Answer me before I speak!"
Angele did not know what to say.
* BAM *
He turned the handle of the door, but it was locked from the inside.
"I won't give up on the stone wall, it's the foundation of my realm power research! Since you warned me, we'll see … "he murmured in a low voice.
Fir also nodded knowingly.
"What … What happened?" Fir was surprised, she raised her hand and looked at her wrist. It was smooth and there was no sign of anyone grabbing it. "You grabbed my hand, didn't you?"
"If you don't like it, I'll talk to master Vivian about the wedding." Fir hesitated for a second after seeing the dark circles under Angele's eyes. "I'm here to see how you're doing on the mountain. Do you mind if I take a look? "
She did not like Angele at all, and Angele did not like her at all. Vivian was the reason why Angele agreed to marry her.
"Master Green, you're here already?" Fir put down the cup and saw a woman in a white dress entering Angele's bedroom.
* CHI *
For some reason, Fir knew that the woman was looking at her quietly. Her gaze seemed to be able to penetrate any obstacles and fall straight on him.
Angele got off the bed, walked to the door, and was about to close it.
Angele was surprised after he entered the room.
"Don't worry, we all know what's going on," Angele responded with a smile.
"Pardon me for asking, but have you encountered any problems recently? Did you need some rest? I have some calming water with me … "
* PA *
It sounded like someone was calling her name from afar. It sounded like Angele's voice.
Her brow furrowed, but it seemed like Angele did not see her. "You're not married yet and you're already dating someone?" Fir was a bit angry. Her fiancé was here but Angele still dared to talk to her like that.
"Are you alright? Are you alright? "
Angele suddenly moved his body and turned his back to the woman. He started sleeping again.
Fir heard the noise as well. She turned around and looked at Angele with a confused expression on her face.
* BAM *
The woman's hand did not catch anything. Their sight blurred for a second and everything disappeared.
They were going to sleep on the same bed the next day, but it seemed like they were not close friends. Fir's tone was actually using honorifics to address him, which made the atmosphere strangely awkward.
The strange murals on the wall were also the reason why he wanted to find out the root of the problem. He was not the kind of person who would give up halfway.
Fir looked at Angele with a surprised expression. Angele was an elite wizard who was always calm and collected, but he looked a bit tired. She was not sure if it was an illusion or not, but she noticed that there were dark circles under Angele's eyes.
"Dammit!!" He slammed his fist against the door frame, causing a crisp sound to ring out. "Do you want me to stop?" He could vaguely feel that this was a warning for him to pry into the secrets of the mural.
* BAM *
The confrontation of power caused both him and the white hand to tremble violently.
She stood up quietly and decided to talk to the woman. She noticed that the woman was not a wizard or an apprentice that came with the caravan. It meant that the woman was a native of this area.
The woman was wearing a long white dress. Her feet were bare, and her skin was completely pale.
Angele's sight blurred for a second and everything disappeared. He was holding the handle of the door and looking at the living room through the gap. The living room was covered in white light and it was quiet.
* * *
The cold, white moonlight shone through the bedroom window and fell on the side of the bed, cold and quiet. A white shadow slowly appeared in the moonlight. It looked like a woman, standing beside the bed and staring at Angele quietly.
"What's going on? Fir! "he raised his voice and shouted.
Fir's head hurt and her sight blurred again. Angele was shaking her shoulders anxiously.
"Damn it!" Fir roared and rooted himself in the ground. Black smoke rose from his body.
Ordinary people would age and lose their attractiveness in just a few decades. However, Fir was different. Fir pursed her lips. "I'm confident that I'll be able to maintain my body and appearance even after 200 years."
A pale hand suddenly grabbed his wrist and dragged him through the gap of the door.
"Fir?!" Angele sat down with the peanut cake in his hand. He glanced around, but Fir was nowhere to be found.
Sometimes, Angele would enjoy a peaceful sleep since he was a wizard. It was a good way to relax his mind.
Fir suddenly felt like she was suffocating. She watched the woman in the white dress walk to the second floor and stopped abruptly.
Angele walked around the living room and noticed that the door to his bedroom was closed.
Fir! Fir!
There was only one door in his bedroom and it was the one he came in from. However, there was another bedroom door on the other side of the wall where the window should be.
"Run!" Angele shouted and charged to the door. He grabbed Fir and pulled her to the back.
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