All in all, these traces were most likely signs of acolytes or Magi returning to the academy.
The next morning, the sky was covered with dark clouds.
"It seems like the conflict in the school is about to end." He carefully put the scroll away. He tied it up with the red string again.
Next to the oil lamp, there was a leather scroll tied up. The yellow scroll was tied up with a red string and there was a slipknot on it. It looked a bit tense.
Compared to the noise on the other side, this place was much quieter.
There were two coachmen sitting in the other corner, talking about something in a low voice.
Angele noticed the content of the scroll. It was a typical romance novel. It was also the most popular novel among noble girls.
At this moment, the two men in the mill turned around and went inside without greeting him.
Angele sniffed the tea. The aroma of the tea was different from the tea Tinos gave him before he left. Angele was not used to the smell of the tea. If he drank too much good tea and then switched to a bad one, he would feel very uncomfortable.
Angele sat in the carriage and looked at the wheat field through the window.
* WOO *
Griffith kissed her passionately. His hands were wrapped tightly around Phelia's waist, as if he wanted to pull her into his arms and turn her into a …
"Don't worry. The carriage will be fine. " Angele smiled and patted on the carriage. Black smoke that was invisible to normal people slowly disappeared into the gap between the carriages.
In the wheat field ahead on the right, a light yellow windmill was slowly approaching on a higher ridge of the field.
Angele watched as the man took out a raincoat from the box in front of the carriage. He knew Griffith would not listen to him. Angele shook his head.
There was a large gear rotating in the center of the mill. The gear connected the windmill and the grindstone. The grinding noise was echoing in the mill.
There were two wooden tables and some chairs in the corner. The two men who entered the mill were sitting on the chairs. The man was carefully pouring some red tea for the old woman with a teapot. The aroma of the tea permeated the air.
On the main road by the dock, three carriages disappeared.
A round glass rod was inserted at the top and bottom of the scroll. As long as one gently rolled the glass rod to both sides, the entire scroll would be easily opened.
"Sir, it looks like it's going to rain. Shall we find a place to take shelter first?" Coachman Tom asked loudly.
"No, sir, I'll just watch the carriage," said Tom, smiling good-naturedly.
"It's up to you." He cracked his neck, which made cracking sounds. Only then did he walk around the carriage and walk towards the mill.
"10: 12," Angele muttered. This was the approximate time when the rain would stop. The probability of error would not be higher than 5%.
Between the harvested wheat fields, the black carriage slowly moved forward along the road. Two white horses neighed from time to time.
November 15: The caravan entering the city found the corpses of bandits. '
Angele did not encounter anything strange in the Haunted House.
※ ※ ※
Back to the bedroom behind the balcony. Angele walked to the table and sat down.
"21st: Four unidentified people were discovered disappearing in the forest east of the city.
27th: Three people in white cloaks bought food in the city, then quickly left.
…
However, there was no flour or wheat. Although the grindstone that looked like a sewing machine was still making noise, only some white flour could be seen through the gaps of the grindstone. It was wheat flour that had been harvested a long time ago.
There was a faint smell of wheat in the wind that blew against the carriage. Angele lowered his head and yelled at Tom.
Seconds later, the black carriage stopped beside the red one.
"Someone already entered the house. Let's go check it out, Tom."
Angele picked up the scroll, removed the red line, and unfolded it slowly.
Angele opened the door and got off the carriage. He wiped the wrinkles off his clothes and put on his black hunting suit. He also had a pair of black leather boots on his feet and a red belt around his waist. There was also a dagger with a black gem on it. It looked like the European military officers on Earth. It gave off a concise, powerful, and cold aura.
However, Angele was different. He knew that the strange situation recorded on the scroll had something to do with the school's current situation.
Angele sipped some hot cocoa. He turned around and walked into the house. The hot cocoa in his hand looked like a plant beverage. Angele had tried it once in Master Adolf's house, and he liked the taste.
"Let's go, Tom. Let's get inside. "
The sound of the rain was getting louder and louder. Soon, the wheat field outside the window was completely shrouded in the heavy rain, and it was somewhat misty.
"Sure," Angele responded.
"But before that, I must make a trip to the Moon Zither Manor recorded on that piece of cloth. I need to get the Dragon Scale Flower before I return. "Angele had a plan in mind.
The room in the mill was about the size of a bedroom. There was a window on the side, but it was closed. A young girl in a red dress was looking out of the window.
The caravan heard a strange roar in the forest of the West Turks.
Angele's entrance attracted the attention of two groups of people inside the caravan. However, these people only glanced at him and didn't have any intention of talking to him. The girl in the red dress turned around and looked at Angele curiously. She was wearing a long red dress and a pair of red leather boots with a red belt around her waist. She looked like a daughter of a noble family. However, she was holding a thin leather book in her hand.
Angele walked to the window and looked at the sky.
In his eyes, the A.I. Chip was rapidly estimating the range and duration of the rain. Rows of data kept appearing in Angele's sight. The information was changing rapidly.
There was an oil lamp on the table, and the dim light was flickering.
The statue was on the second floor of a red brick mansion. Angele was standing on a small balcony surrounded by iron bars. He was wearing black pajamas with a cup of hot cocoa in his hand, sipping it from time to time.
The girl in the red dress heard Angele's voice and looked at him curiously. She took out a pocket watch from her pouch and looked at it.
On the light yellow leather parchment, neatly written words were clearly written in black handwriting.
"Yes, Master."
"It's fine, Master. I'll stay here." Tom shook his head.
"There's a mill in front of us. We can go there," Tom responded.
Angele looked around. The corners of the mill were covered with spider webs, and there were traces of white flour on the ground.
The book was flipped to the middle. Angele glanced at the page and could see the words written on it.
There were more than ten houses around the haunted house. The whole area belonged to Angele. The area was surrounded by metal fences, and there were guards patrolling the area. Angele paid for them. Also, Angele paid for the flowers and the cleaning of the streets.
The mill's huge windmill rotated slowly, emitting a faint squeaking sound. However, there were already carriages parked outside the mill. One was red, and the other was white. Both carriages were pulled by a horse.
Angele scrunched his eyebrows as he read the information on the scroll. He spent a lot of money to buy the information from the Mercenary Guild in the city. Everything that happened outside the city in the last two months was recorded on the scroll.
Angele could see a man and a woman from the back. One of them was a middle-aged man, and the other was an old woman. The man was carefully holding the old woman's arm. Angele guessed that the old woman was his mother.
Bundles of golden wheat stalks were standing in the field. Some were burning, and the reddish-yellow flames were billowing with thick smoke. Others were still piling up. Some of the farmers were stooping to pick up stray stalks from the fields. Some of them were sitting in the fields with their legs crossed, eating.
'I don't have anything valuable to trade for Water of Asu, and the heart of the Glowing Elephant is not enough. Also, I don't have the mentality model for defensive spells. 'Angele scrunched his eyebrows.' I can't get anything without resources. I need to get enough resources to trade for Water of Asu and defensive spells before I return to the school. Otherwise, I won't be able to become a Wizard right away. '
A black carriage left Lennon City quietly. It was heading toward the northwest province of the Ramsoda Empire, Carlin.
The girl in red noticed that the book in her hand was exposed, so she closed it quickly with a blushing face. He walked briskly to the old woman's side and carefully massaged her back.
He stood on the balcony with one hand on the railing and looked down. There were only him and Tia in the entire villa, and Tia would meticulously clean the entire place every day. Angele had three jobs: cleaning, cooking, and shopping. Sometimes, Angele wondered if he was too lazy.
The cold wind blew over.
Angele poked his head out of the window and looked at the direction the carriage was heading to.
This villa, or rather, this villa area, was the haunted villa that Tinos had mentioned. With this as the center, no one dared to buy the surrounding villas. The original owners of the houses all moved away. Angele bought the whole house at a very low price.
Ordinary people in Lennon City would never imagine that Ramsoda College, which was rumored to be ferocious and terrifying, was so close to their city. The Mercenary Union was surprised by the news, but they did not pay much attention to it.
23rd: A hunter found a man in a black robe passing by a logging area.
The black carriage was pulled by two horses, and there was no family emblem on the body. The carriage turned into a small road leading to the windmill. Two people walked out of the windmill and stood outside, pointing at the black carriage that was rapidly approaching. Angele had no idea what they were talking about.
In the distance, there was an unbroken chain of green mountains, extending far into the distance until they could no longer be seen clearly.
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