The carriage was moving further and further away. Angele stopped looking at it when a caravan passed by him.
It was Angele.
"That's going to be troublesome …" Before the woman finished her sentence, she saw the black magic stone in Angele's hand. "Of course. You're a big shot, so you should be able to settle down here."
The street was wide. Angele walked forward slowly, glancing at the signboards on both sides of the road.
A brown-haired young man was sitting on a carriage behind him, observing the surroundings with a blank expression on his face.
Angele entered the outer area of Lennon City. More and more paths appeared in the surrounding forest. From time to time, one could see carriages and passers-by on other paths through the forest.
Angele stepped into the alleyway and smelled something disgusting.
The guards on both sides of the road did not stop the carriage after seeing the noble's emblem on the carriage.
The buildings on both sides of the road were built with gray bricks, similar to those in Europe during the Middle Ages. Angele passed by a tavern, and there were two drunkards sitting by the door. They were talking in a language that Angele could not understand.
After driving for a while, they could gradually see some wooden houses and small manors.
It was the first time Angele saw such a prosperous city. Even the Marua Harbor was not as developed as this place. The streets there were more messy. This place, on the other hand, was neat and tidy, giving him a sense of stability that was both busy and organized.
Originally, his mental strength was only about 3.5, but now, in just over ten days, it had actually reached 3.8. Compared to ordinary level 2 acolytes, he was at least twice as fast. If he kept this up, he could become a rank 3 wizard apprentice in less than a year.
"Lennon City has the best security in the territory, and the lord of the city is kind and generous, Master Mercedes. Every time I come here, I just want to settle down here. "Dunleavy sighed with emotion.
Angele sent the message to Dunleavy. Dunleavy increased his pace and reported to the owner of the caravan. The carriage stopped by the roadside after several minutes. Avril's family got off the carriage and walked toward Angele.
Angele sat in the carriage and looked at the peaceful surroundings. He felt relieved.
"Well done …" Angele pursed his lips into a smile. "My mental strength has indeed improved greatly after experiencing such a drastic rise and fall during this period of time."
He knew that the other party still held a certain degree of vigilance towards him, not towards him personally, but towards the matter of him being injured in the forest. The other party was afraid that he would cause trouble later on. That was why she didn't even report to him and quickly separated from him, afraid that she would get into trouble. Looking at Avril's wrinkled face, she must have been scolded by her parents.
Angele shook his head as he watched the family of three getting on the carriage. The guards had already brought his two black horses to him. Angele grabbed the reins and stood by the roadside, watching the carriage start moving again.
"Yeah …" Angele nodded. "I was planning to travel around, but I ran into bandits. Lennon City is a nice place, so I decided to settle down here for the time being."
"Yeah, it's a completely different world here." Angele nodded. "It's nice and comfortable."
"Thank you for saving my life …"
"Good." Angele smiled.
"I need to find a place to stay now. Although I don't have the resources from the wizards, I can still create some simple potions with the help of the chip. Maybe I can find some materials to replace the potions. The sooner my mentality reaches 6, the sooner I can become a rank 3 wizard apprentice. "
There was a bronze nameplate hanging on top of the shop. There was a piece of white cloth on the nameplate, and the words' Shop for Sale 'were written on it with a black pen.
"No need. We don't need your help. Alright, that's all." The man stopped Angele and turned around, dragging Avril to the carriage.
"Angele, right?" The man smiled. "You decided to stay here?"
Angele was walking slowly on the street. He was holding two horses and carrying a lot of equipment on his back. The people around him kept their heads down and avoided looking at him.
Angele Rio. Strength 2.9. Agility 4.1. Stamina 3.9. Mentality 3.8. Mana 3. (Mana is synchronized with the mentality.) Gene limit reached. Status: Healthy. '
Angele raised his head and looked into the distance.
"Don't you feel peaceful?" A voice came from the side. Dunleavy was walking beside the carriage with his greatsword on his shoulder.
"Zero, check my condition," Angele said.
Now, he was almost able to pick up a longsword and a longbow with ease. Angele's mood was getting better as he had the ability to protect himself, although he had not fully recovered yet.
Soon, he found his target.
There was a bakery, a tavern, a clothing store, a spice store, a pharmacy, a grocery store, and a pancake house that looked similar to the ones on Earth.
On the noisy street, most of the pedestrians were dressed in gray and white clothes. Some plump women were carrying large baskets, walking slowly along the street, walking back and forth between the stalls selling vegetables and fruits.
"Excuse me, is this a shop for sale? Are you the owner? " The middle-aged woman noticed that Angele was approaching the shop. She walked to Angele and looked at him.
There were several white flowers under his feet, and some insects were crawling in the bushes.
After a few days of hurrying on the road, his injuries were rapidly recovering. The rapid recovery of his Mental Energy, Constitution, Strength, and other attributes also showed that his body was rapidly recovering.
The feeling he had just now could very well be the effect of the increase in his Spiritual Power.
'Analyzing your data …'
Angele nodded in agreement and raised his head.
"What a peaceful place. I've decided to stay here for the time being." Angele smiled.
"Judging from your attire, you must have fought before, right? What's your plan? "
They were trying to get rid of Angele as soon as possible. It was understandable. Dunleavy was rich, and he did not care about the rewards.
On the side of the small river, a few naked children were playing by the water's edge. The sound of laughter could be heard from afar, and it made people feel energetic.
In a dark alley, a lonely shop was opened. A middle-aged woman was instructing two young men to move out large wooden barrels and place them in the alley opposite the shop.
"Identification?" Angele's brow furrowed. "I'm a traveler who just entered the city. Where can I get my identification?" Angele was not worried about money. The magic stones he carried were the currency everywhere. He had read about it many times in the library. A low-level magic stone could buy a lot of magic stones, and Angele knew the exchange rate from Ansett.
A blonde girl was sitting in the front of the carriage, looking around curiously.
It seemed that Magic Stones were very valuable in ordinary human cities.
Angele jumped off the carriage as well.
"Thank you for taking care of me." Angele bowed slightly to Avril. He did not care if Avril appreciated his help or not, but he would never forget it.
Angele looked into an alley on the left.
There were several guards on both sides of the carriage. One of them was the knight named Dunleavy.
There was a small river flowing by the side of the road, and a wooden waterwheel was spinning slowly on the other side. Angele could see people fetching water, women washing clothes, and farmers carrying hoes on their shoulders. The midday sun shone down, gilding everything with a layer of gold.
"It's fine as long as it's not impossible." Angele shook his head. There were more than 20 provinces in the Ramsoda Kingdom, and he liked this place very much. If he lived here and mingled with the crowd, no one would know who he was. It would only take him half a month to get back to the dock, so it was not too far. Wizards would try their best not to harm the mortals. Angele did not need to worry too much about the war.
"Alright, let's part ways here." The man nodded.
There was a large wooden door in the middle of the road, and several guards in white leather armor were walking back and forth, checking the carriages that passed by. They were wearing iron helmets that looked like hats, and most of them had black mustaches. They were chubby, and it seemed like they had not been through many battles. There was a red chevron mark on the white leather armor on their chests.
Angele led the two horses into the downtown area of Lennon City quickly.
He could hear the noises of the carriages, the rolling wheels, and the chatter of the caravan members. Angele stood on the grass by the side of the road, and suddenly, he felt like everything was real. Everything around him was so clear and detailed.
He could not see the end of the winding road in front of him, and he was surrounded by green wheat fields and farms. The gentle wind blew over his face, and it felt like his skin was being rubbed by a soft cloth.
"Of course, the environment here is nice. I like it." Angele lowered his head and bowed. No matter who the man was, it was a fact that he had saved Angele's life.
Surrounded by the dense forest, two black-gray pillboxes stood tall on the left and right sides of the road. Connected to the blockhouse were two black city walls that extended into the forest on both sides. They were completely endless.
"Is that so?" Dunleavy looked at him in surprise. The way this young man spoke always gave him a sense of maturity and maturity. "It's hard to get a permanent residence here," Angele said.
Amidst the rolling sounds, the two large carriages slowly lined up behind the carriage in front and moved forward.
Originally, he had wanted to repay Avril for saving him once, but when he saw her trying to distance herself from him, he knew that even if he gave them something, they wouldn't accept it.
Angele had a plan in his mind. There were more and more houses along the road, and there were more and more people walking on the road. The road under his feet gradually turned from mud into a cracked stone road, and then into a complete white stone road.
"I'm the owner of this shop. Do you want to buy it?" The woman smiled. "I'm almost done moving everything inside. If there's no problem, just sign the contract and give me the money, and the shop will be yours."
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