Inside the carriage was a small cylindrical space. Two middle-aged men were eating pine nut cake and blue mangoes together.
On the other hand, because the Church was tyrannical and arbitrary, they had made countless enemies.
The man licked his lips. "There are purple mangoes in the mango garden in West Asia. There are also red and black mangoes. Purple is the cheapest. "
On the other side, the middle-aged man who had just finished eating frowned. "Speaking of the West Asian mango garden, I heard that something has happened there recently. Do you know what it is?" His accent was heavy with the accent of a local dialect, and the last word had a lingering sound.
In the middle of the caravan, there was a group of mercenaries in gray outfits standing on the grass.
"Where did you get the ring from?" Fra yawned. "I can't take it anymore. I need to sleep for a while. I bought breakfast and left it at the usual place. Go eat it yourself. "Fra covered her mouth and entered the carriage. The curtain blocked Angele's sight.
Angele could hear people breathing and snoring in the gray carriage. There were a few mercenaries and guards on night watch beside the carriage, each holding a broadsword and an iron rod, dozing off against the carriage.
"It's time for lunch." Fra put down the wooden basin and walked to Angele.
Angele jumped off the carriage and ran to the carriage in the front. He opened the white curtain and entered the carriage.
"Something big? What big? Did they catch the wanted man? "
The sound of fruit being gnawed on could be heard continuously, and purplish-red mango juice was dripping from their hands. Some purplish-red fruit juice had already dried up on the black wooden table below.
"The Burning Shadow Killer that the church is after? The church is strong, right? Why can't they catch a murderer? "Angele was interested after hearing the news about the church.
There were three circles of carriages surrounding each bonfire, forming a circular formation. It was as if three grayish-white circles were surrounding the scarlet bonfire.
The caravan stopped to prepare food.
Fra rolled her eyes, jumped off the carriage, and walked to the dining carriage.
The man's face was covered with red pustules of different sizes. Some of the pustules were already broken and thick red pus was leaking out. Strangely, the man was holding a wine pouch made of horn in his hand and he was taking a sip from it. A pair of small black eyes exuded a lazy and decadent temperament.
Fra stared at the two silver coins in her hands. "Are you trying to bribe a beggar? You only have two silver coins and you want to … "Angele heard people talking in the front carriage before he could finish.
"The lunch is in there too."
Angele left the carriage and returned to his own carriage after the sun was high up in the sky.
The Divine Church's influence was spread across the surrounding kingdoms, and it was the number one force in all of them. Even the king had to invite the Divine Church for a coronation, so its influence was simply too great.
"You don't travel often. There's a saying that the farther you go, the more knowledgeable you will be. You'll be able to learn a lot. I know what happened at Siamang Orchard. It's related to the kingdom's recent movements. "The man who threw the mango lowered his voice toward the end.
The shell suddenly shrunk from the size of an egg to the size of a fingernail, melting into a milky white ring.
"This thing …" Angele's brow furrowed. "I can't even swallow it … This is going to be a problem."
"Although it's weak, it's not a problem. Also, there are … "Angele glanced at a shadow in the forest on the right.
In the middle of the continuous black sea of trees below, three scarlet bonfires had been extinguished and were still emitting wisps of green smoke.
Suddenly, a white hand appeared in front of him. The hand was holding a black coat.
Angele took out two silver coins from his pouch.
* BAM *
Blue light dots were released from his eyes, scanning the shell in his hand. The egg-sized shell was covered with a thin layer of glowing blue light.
"Those mercenaries joined the caravan the day before yesterday." Fra looked around curiously and spoke in a low voice. "It seems like they're arguing about the pay."
Angele spent the whole morning talking to the two middle-aged men in the carriage. He had a general idea of the situation.
Angele turned around and sat up straight, grabbing the black coat that was repaired. He looked at Fra who could barely keep her eyes open. "Go to sleep if you're tired."
In one of the carriages at the very back, in a pitch-black space, two figures, one big and one small, were sleeping under the window on the left and right respectively.
The man was wearing a gray metal dagger. The dagger was about the size of a palm and it was not eye-catching at all. The man was wearing a white outfit with long sleeves and long pants.
Angele checked the painting powder in his pouch again using his mentality wave. He was trying to figure out the secret of the entrance to the microscopic realm. It was his daily task.
"Alright, stop it." Angele patted Fra's shoulder. "Let's go have lunch first."
Suddenly, he heard the noise made by the wind outside.
At night, in the grayish-black sky with a tinge of blue, the crescent moon was covered by the clouds, projecting a little blue light.
The bloodline of the sealed forms was similar to the bloodline of the sealed forms in the Nightmare Realm.
He answered casually, but his gaze fell on a man at the back of the mercenaries.
"Only two forms?" He carefully put the ring on the middle finger of his left hand.
The other person nodded as well. "Anyone who has been to a bigger city would know about these things. However, that guy had been wanted for more than ten years and had yet to be caught. As expected of a powerful person who dares to go against the Church! "
"I have a relative who works in the Royal Guards and knows some insider information. Recently, many places in the kingdom have been mobilizing troops at the same time. Perhaps something big is about to happen. "
Fra was climbing onto the cart with a large wooden tub in her arms. The tub was filled with Angele's clothes. It was wet. It was obvious that he had gone to wash his clothes.
He did this several times before stopping.
The mercenaries' clothes were tattered, but their shields and swords looked unusually clean and bright. Some of them even wore leather helmets with bull horns on their heads.
"Here, your clothes." Fra's childish voice came from behind.
Angele jumped into the carriage and covered himself with the gray blanket. He closed his eyes and pretended to take a nap.
"That man …" Blue light dots flashed in front of Angele's eyes. He actually sensed a faint bloodline aura from this man. It was the aura of an ancient bloodline.
Several mercenaries were standing beside the caravan and talking to the guards. When the mercenaries and guards were compared, one was fully armed and dressed in clean clothes, while the other was barely wearing armor and dressed in tattered clothes.
Angele flicked the ring three times and it expanded to the size of an egg.
"Mommy …" The little figure suddenly started sobbing. With a flip of her body, she immediately rolled to the side of the adult figure. She subconsciously moved her body and directly hugged the adult's waist, snuggling up to him.
* KA *
Among them, the main enemies were some special groups of people with ancient bloodlines and powers. They were called wizards.
* CHI *
Several seconds later, Angele deactivated the blue light and flicked the ring three times.
Angele sat down with his legs crossed and took a bite of the cake. "It's so dry … It's not moist …"
"Are you talking about the Shadow Killer that the Church is after? No, it's impossible for him to be caught so easily. It's something else. I think a count in West Asia passed away and his heir changed. The lords in the area are probably going to attack that place. "It seemed like the middle-aged man who threw the mango was well-informed.
"I know too little. Luckily, I met you two. I won't be embarrassed when I boast." Angele chuckled and took a bite of the purple mango. The sweet and sour mango juice went into his mouth. The mango was soft and it felt like he was eating a banana. "Is there anyone else who dares to fight against the Church?"
Angele and the woman poked their heads out of the window and looked ahead.
The big man leaned to the side and struggled out of the arms. His face was exposed to the moonlight and the man's face was illuminated by the moonlight. It was Angele.
Angele nodded. "It's probably an opportunity to raise the price. The merchants are already on their way and it's easy to raise the price now."
The man observed Angele carefully and noticed that Angele's aura was different from the others. He looked satisfied after seeing that Angele was asking for his advice.
"There are many people who are against the Church. The members of the Shadow Tower are one of them. There are also wizards from other places and there are even people from the underground. There's also the merfolk empire in the far north. That's all I know. But if you visit the main city of the Church often, you'll see the Church's knights moving around every day. With how busy they are, there must be a lot of things to do. I'm not sure how much of it is the trouble of the Church. I have a general idea of the area we're in. "
"That's great!" A middle-aged man who was eating chuckled. "Here, take this." He threw a fist-sized purple mango to Angele.
The middle-aged man chuckled. "You don't know. Although the Church is the strongest force, there are still people who dare to challenge them. This Shadow Killer is one of them. Ever since the Wizard Alliance was defeated a long time ago, an organization called the Shadow Tower appeared to fight against the Holy Church. They were fighting against the Holy Church but they were defeated later. This Shadow Killer was a member of the Shadow Tower. "
He purposely turned his back to Fra when he was testing the body sphere. Fra noticed the white ring on his finger after he sat down.
Angele caught the ring and wiped it with a piece of white cloth. "It's the first time I've seen a purple mango. Where do you find it?"
He pulled the thin blanket over Fra and pinched the little girl's face. He climbed down the carriage quietly and slowly.
Angele smelled the sour smell of fermented fruits as he entered the carriage. On the semi-round table, there was a milky white pine nut cake on the edge of the table. There were a few dark brown pine nuts embedded in the white, faintly emitting a faint egg aroma.
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