While walking, Angel was slowly digesting some of the information that Aguya had just given. Although it was not for a long time, Aguya still gave a general overview of the main knowledge of the metal system. He also gave Anglie a small book with an introductory knowledge of the metal system. It is also a memory note and spell book that Aguya carries with him.

After all, no one else can remember any knowledge forever like Angle. Everyone else needs to constantly review and memorize previous knowledge. So this kind of little bookstay is also a common thing.

Like ordinary people, mixed with some noisy motorcades and people, Anglie quickly entered Emma City.

The Nanali family, who were guarding the city gates, quickly recognized him. After some briefing. Anglie didn't wander around the city long before following the guards back to the Nanali family's mansion.

"What??!! Kelly stood up from her chair with a bandage on her shoulders and a look of rage. The shrill voice was almost heard by the maid passing by the door, and she looked over curiously.

"Are you sure you're not joking with me, Master Angle?" Kelly asked again, suppressing her emotions.

There were just two of them in the entire hall. Anglie sat alone in a chair and slowly drank Sidian milk tea.

"I'm not kidding. He lowered the translucent glass. "My purpose has been achieved. The Stephens gave me what I wanted, and also gave me an additional price in exchange for my exit from this dispute. What's the matter? Do you have any grievances?"

"Of course... No—" Kelly's face turned pale, and her voice trembled a little. This is to suppress one's anger. "Now that you've decided, I'll send you back to the academy. ”

"No, I'd like to stay here for two more days, and there's something else to attend to. In addition, I want to take a leisurely stroll around this small town. I think there's going to be a good celebration in a few days, and I'd like to see what the festival is like. Anglie smiled calmly.

"So... Then have fun. Kelly replied in a low voice.

"Then I'll take my leave. Angree stood up and strode out of the meeting room.

After a while, there was a faint sound of a teacup being smashed behind him.

Three days later...... early morning

blue-gray streets. On the corner of the street, a small gray stone brick house with thick white cooking smoke rising from the chimney on the roof. The main entrance of the house is a small black round arched wooden door, and some small white flowers are planted on the side of the door.

A slender man in black was standing in front of the house, he was all black and wearing a black round hat.

A cold wind blew, and on the deserted street behind the man, a small black carriage slowly drove by, and the bell on the horse's neck rang all the way.

The man gently removed his black hat, revealing a young face. Her short brown hair was supple and slightly scattered in the wind. None other than Angle.

The bell of the carriage was ringing farther and farther away.

Angre patted his hat with the dust off his body. He walked up and stood in front of the door and knocked lightly.

Knock knock.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement inside.

"Anyone?" asked Anglie in a deep voice. Knock on it again.

"Coming, coming......" came a faint response from inside the door.

With a click, the wooden door opened outward. A middle-aged man with black hair stood in the doorway smiling.

"Who are you?" the smile on the man's face slowly retracted.

"I'm a friend of Gondor, can I come in and pay a visit?" said Angle, smiling.

"Of course, of course. The man nodded, smiling again. He turned his head and shouted behind him, "Gondor, come here, your friend has come to see you!"

"Come on, come soon!" Gondor's voice came immediately.

Anglie was invited into the house. He began to slowly look at the room, which was not too big or small.

The brown-red wooden floor, the black stone fireplace still burned red, and several wide wooden benches formed a square, and a small wooden coffee table was placed in the middle, all of which were made of mahogany. There was also a pot of small white flowers on the coffee table.

There are no special decorations in the living room, except for an oil painting hanging above the fireplace. On the top is a painting of a knight on a war horse galloping on the grassland, still in black and white style, and the color palette looks a little rough.

The middle-aged man wore a white apron and looked somewhat similar to Gondor. He wiped his hands on his apron.

"Sit down first, Gondor will come right over. I still have to go to the kitchen. ”

"Okay, go get busy. Angel nodded politely and sat down on the wooden couch.

The man had just walked into the kitchen room. A small figure stepped out of one of the bedrooms on the right. Dressed in gray cloth pajamas, he seems to be still sleeping.

"Dad... Who's coming?" the figure turned out to be a petite girl. He looked like he was only four or five years old, with waist-length black hair and white hands rubbing his eyes. One grabbed the corner of his pajamas. The little girl didn't seem to have woken up yet, her hair was messy and shaggy.

"It's your brother's friend. The man's voice came from the kitchen.

The little girl put down her little hand curiously, glanced at Angel a few times, and asked in a milky voice, "What about my brother?"

"In the bedroom, you go and call him out. It's time to eat. ”

"Oh~~~"

The little girl walked to one of the bedrooms next to her in a daze. Suddenly one foot stepped on the other, poof!

She fell straight to the ground and fell hard.

"Hmm...... Mom~~~ It hurts!!" The piercing cry suddenly made the whole small house noisy.

Anglie looked at the little girl speechlessly, it was actually a talent to trip over herself by herself...... Just then, Gondor opened the door from the other bedroom. As soon as he raised his head, he saw Anglie sitting on the bench, and he was stunned.

"You... Why are you here?" he ignored his sister's cries. "Oh!!yes, I'm going to get that, right? He patted his head, and immediately remembered his previous agreement in the woods. The knowledge of the metal-based spell model can be explained in more than just a little time.

"You'd better pick your sister up first. Angre gestured to the little girl who was crying as she threw herself on the ground.

"Uh..." Gondor reacted at this time, and hurriedly ran over and helped his sister on the ground. While coaxing her softly, rubbing her hands and knees that had hurt.

It took a long time to soothe my sister's piercing cry. Gondor then stood up and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Please wait a minute, I'll get it right away. Gondor spoke to Angle. Then he turned and ran back to his room. Soon he ran out again, holding a thin brown parchment book in his hand.

He walked over and handed it to Anglie with both hands.

Anglie took it and glanced at it, the book was crudely made, with no decoration on the cover, except for one line of title: The Principle of Metal.

It is written in the ancient Byronic language. The Byronic language has some mysterious power in legend and was also known as the language of demons in ancient times. The shape is bizarre. In many cases, some special patterns and symbols will be formed automatically after writing.

That's what happens on the cover of the book. The principle of metal, written in Byronian language, is a black millipede crawling twisted on the cover, and in the middle of the millipede's body, a red eye opens, quietly watching anyone looking at the cover. It looks very mysterious and weird.

Angel gently pinched the texture of the book. Very soft and thin. It is not known what species of skin. The book is not big, and when you hold it in your hand, it is about the same as a stack of folded fabric, very light and thin.

"Now that I've got the book, I'm going to take my leave. Angre stood up.

"Don't worry, stay and eat before leaving. Gondor said hurriedly. "My dad made a lot of delicious food. I believe you are absolutely appetizing! When I came to town before, the dwarfs who were known as the most picky people were full of praise for my dad's craftsmanship!"

"Dwarfs, you're talking about halflings," Angret smiled.

"Yes, yes, it's a halfling. Gondor scratched his head and smirked. It's just a little boy who doesn't grow up. Despite looking similar in age to Angle.

Angliel was going to leave. Getting the metal principle is his purpose.

But with the enthusiasm of the Gondor family, he couldn't believe that he had stayed.

A circle of people sat around the coffee table in the living room.

There were four large plates on the coffee table.

A plate of cabbage meat rolls with some black spots similar to sesame seeds sprinkled on it, I don't know what they are, but it smells very good.

A plate of golden pancakes, cut into triangles, stacked high. The bread is filled with green vegetables and carrot-colored diced meat.

The other two plates, one with red foie gras drizzled with a black sauce. The other is a colorful salad of vegetables and fruits, without a little oil, which looks refreshing.

Four dishes were placed on the coffee table, and a small plate and a bowl were placed in front of each of the four people, and the iron fork and knife were crossed aside.

Bursts of aroma wafted from the coffee table.

"Come on, come on, try my craft. Gondor's father smiled and kept serving Angle. "Since I'm a friend of Little Gondor, I'll come to play more at home when I have the opportunity in the future. Gondor, the child, had been depressed since his mother left, and he didn't have many good friends. Except for Winnie's little one, I didn't see anyone he invited to the house. ”

Anglie was a little speechless as he watched as the pancakes on his bowl became more and more numerous, almost full.

"Enough is enough, there are too many sandwiches, and I can't eat so much. He kept pushing Gondor's father's enthusiasm.

The little girl on the side was munching on a pancake and staring at him curiously.

Gondor, on the other hand, was eating with his head buried in his mouth, and he looked like he didn't care about anything but eating. After a while, the large stack of pancakes in front of him was already missing more than half. It looked like almost half a pound of pancakes had gone into his stomach.

Somehow, Anglie sat at the coffee table, and suddenly felt a sense of warmth.

Such a warm and harmonious atmosphere, sitting quietly at the table and eating hot meals, there is no nervous study and research, no elegant etiquette requirements, and no lonely and lonely.

It was the first time he had experienced such an environment. The unadulterated and welcoming environment of the Gondor family made his body and mind relax like never before.

"I don't think I'm a good person, but it's nice to enjoy the warmth once in a while. "Anglie's mind flashed through all the scenes of life since he was reborn.

Castles, steppes, boats, colleges.

Fight, fight, fight!!

Study, study, study, study.

Day after day, it seems like there is no end.

Look at the warm smiling faces of the Gondor family. Anglie suddenly missed his father a little.

He picked up a cabbage roll and gently put it in his mouth. The slightly sweet vegetables are crunchy, and the minced meat sandwiched in the middle is fried to a crispy flavor, and the chew is rich in aroma. Soft on the outside, crispy and firm on the inside.

Angel glanced at Gondor, then forked another pancake and put it in his mouth.

Salty, crispy and firm on the outside and soft and tender on the inside. A thick fragrance almost poured into his heart.

(To be continued)