"This thing," Angliel frowned and squeezed the shell in his hand, "It's a bit of a trouble if you can't even swallow it." ”

His eyes glowed with a faint blue light, slowly illuminating the shell ball in his hand. The surface of the egg-sized shell is illuminated with blue light, glowing with a thin layer of blue fluorescence.

After a few seconds, Angre retracted the blue light and gently flicked it on the shell three times.

Click!

The shell shrank abruptly, shrinking from the size of an egg to the size of a fingernail, and melted into a milky white ring.

Angel flicked it three more times, and the ring quickly swelled and returned to its original egg size.

Several times in a row, he stopped.

"Are there only two forms?" he said, carefully placing the shell ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

Suddenly, a small, white hand reached out to him from behind his back. Clutching a black coat in his hand.

"Here, your clothes. Freira's childish voice came from behind her.

Angre turned and sat upright, taking the patched black coat. Looking at the sleepy appearance of Friera's eyelids that she couldn't open. "If you're tired, go to sleep. ”

Previously, he deliberately turned his back to the little guy because of the test of the shell ball, but now he sat upright, and the milky white ring on his hand was suddenly seen by little Freira.

"Where did you get the ring?" said Friella, yawning, "No, I'll need to sleep first." Breakfast has been bought, put in the old place, you go and eat it yourself. She covered her mouth and slipped into the carriage, the gray curtain of the door blocking Anglie's view.

Angre also jumped out of the car, ran a few steps to catch up with the carriage in front, and lifted the white cloth from behind to get in.

Inside the carriage is a small cylindrical space, where two middle-aged men are eating pine nut cake and blue mango together.

The sound of gnawing fruit continued one after another, and the two of them kept dripping purple mango juice on their hands. On the black wooden table below, some fuchsia juice had dried.

As soon as Anglie got inside, he smelled the sour smell of fermented fruit. On the semi-circular tabletop, there is a milky white pine nut cake on the edge of the table on his side. There are a few brown and black pine nuts inlaid between the white, faintly exuding a faint egg fragrance.

Angre sat down cross-legged, picked up the cake and took a bite of it. "It's so dry and it's not moisturizing."

"That's pretty good!" laughed a middle-aged uncle who was eating. "Here's for you, match it. He casually threw a fist-sized purple mango.

Anglie caught it steadily, and pulled the white cloth on the side and wiped it a few times. "It's the first time I've seen purple mangoes, where are they made?"

The man who threw the mango licked his lips. "The mango orchards in West Asia are not only purple, but also red and black. Purple is the cheapest. ”

The middle-aged man on the other side, who had just finished gnawing, frowned: "Mention the West Asian mango orchard." Recently, I heard that something happened over there, do you know what's going on?" his accent was a strong local dialect tone, and the last word had to be added with an afterword.

"As the saying goes, only when you go far can you go farther. Insight can also improve a lot. I know what happened in the West Asian mango orchard, and it has something to do with the kingdom's recent big moves. The man who threw the mango said in the back, lowering his tone.

"One of my relatives is in the Kingdom Guard. Get the inside scoop. Recently, many parts of the kingdom have been deploying troops at the same time, and it may be that there is some big move. ”

"Big move? What big move? Is the wanted guy caught?"

"You said the Shadow Killer that the Church was hunting? No, how could that guy be caught so easily! It seems that some earl over there has died, and the heir seems to have moved a little. The lords of the surrounding area are likely to attack the place. The middle-aged man who threw the mango looked very well-informed.

"The Shadow Killer pursued by the Church, the Church should be strong, right, how could it not catch a murderer?"

The middle-aged man laughed twice: "You don't know this." Although the church is the strongest, it is not uncommon for people to dare to argue with them. This Shadow Killer is one of them. Since the Wizarding Alliance was defeated a long time ago, a Shadow Tower has emerged behind it, specifically to fight against the Holy Church. Later, he was also defeated, and this Shadow Killer was a member of the original Shadow Tower. ”

Another person also nodded: "These things, people who have been to big cities know about them." But that guy has been wanted for more than a decade, and he hasn't been caught yet. Sure enough, he is a strongman who dares to fight against the church!"

"I still have too little knowledge, but fortunately, I met your two big brothers, so I don't have to be ashamed when I brag in the future. Angele smiled and took a bite of the purple mango, the sweet and sour mango juice poured into his mouth, and the soft mango flesh was like eating a banana, not stuck between his teeth at all. "Apart from this, is there anyone who dares to go against the church?"

The man looked at Angli carefully, and faintly felt that his temperament was a little unusual, and when he saw that he wanted to ask for advice so humbly, he suddenly showed a slightly complacent look on his face.

In fact, there are many who oppose the church. The remnants of the Tower of Shadows are part of it. There are also a lot of scattered wizards, and even some underground people who have come out of the cracks in the ground. There is also the Sea Clan Empire in the Far North. That's all I know, but if you often go back and forth to the main city of the church, you can see church knights who are moving around all day long, running around every day, so busy, there must be a lot of various things, and how many of them are the trouble of the church, it is not clear. As for the area around us, I have a general understanding of the situation. ”

Anglie had been in the carriage for a morning, bragging with two middle-aged men, but he had a general understanding of the situation here.

The Holy Church is spread across several surrounding kingdoms, and the strength is the first, and even the king has to ask the church to be crowned when he ascends the throne, and the power is simply extremely great.

On the other hand, because the church is tyrannical and arbitrary, it does not know how many enemies it has erected.

Among them, the main force of the enemy is some special people with ancient bloodline and power. These people are called shamans.

It wasn't until noon, when the sun was blazing, that Anglie left the carriage and returned to his ox cart.

The convoy stopped to prepare a meal.

Little Freira climbed into the bullock cart with great difficulty with a large wooden basin, which was full of Angele and her clothes. Wet, apparently to wash clothes.

"It's time for lunch. Freira put down the tub. Walked up to Anglie and held out his hand.

Knowing that, Anglie pulled out two silver coins from his pocket.

"The afternoon portion is also in it. ”

Freira stared at the two silver coins in her hand. "Uncle, are you sending beggars? There was a faint noise in the carriage ahead.

The two of them poked their heads out of the side and looked forward.

In the middle of the convoy, a group of mercenaries dressed in gray clothes stood on the green grass.

The mercenaries were dressed in tatters, but their shields or swords looked unusually clean and bright, and some of them wore horned leather helmets on their heads.

Several mercenaries were standing at the edge of the convoy talking to several caravan guards. Mercenaries and guards in comparison. One was heavily armed and cleanly dressed, the other was barely armored and in tatters. It appears to be layered.

"Those mercenaries seem to have joined the convoy the day before yesterday. Freira looked curiously and whispered, "Looks like they're arguing over commissions." ”

Angliel nodded: "It should be halfway to take the opportunity to raise the price, these merchants have already hit the road, and they have not landed before and after, and the price increase is the easiest to succeed at this time." ”

He replied casually, but his gaze fell on a man behind the crowd of mercenaries.

The man's face was covered with red pustules of various sizes. Some places had been ruptured, and a thick dark red pus was leaking, and strangely, the man was carrying a horn sac and was shutting down a sip of wine from time to time. A pair of small black eyes reveal a lazy decadent temperament.

The man only wore a gray-black metal dagger around his waist. The dagger of the length of the palm is inconspicuous. The white clothes he wore were also ordinary long-sleeved trousers with patches everywhere.

"That man," a blue glint flashed in Angle's eyes. He actually felt a faint trace of bloodline breath from this man, the ancient bloodline breath.

The same bloodline aura as those sealers in the Nightmare World.

"It's weak, but it's true. And beside him, there was also "Angle's vision instantly swept over a shadow in the woods on the right.

"Okay, don't look at it. Anglie patted Freira on the shoulder. "Let's go settle for lunch first. ”

Freira gave him a blank look, rolled over and jumped out of the car and headed for the dining car.

Anglie himself rolled over into the carriage, pulled the thin gray quilt over his body, closed his eyes and pretended to take a nap.

His spiritual power began to reach for the little mural powder in his waist again, trying to unlock the secret of entering the entrance to that microcosm. It's his daily routine of research.

In the gray-black and blue night sky, the Sickle Moon is obscured by clouds, casting a little blue light.

In the middle of the sea of black trees below, three scarlet bonfires were extinguished, and wisps of green smoke were still rising.

On the side of the campfire, three circles of carriages formed a circular formation, like three gray and white circles surrounding the scarlet campfire.

The sound of breathing and snoring could be heard faintly in the gray carriage. A few mercenaries and guards who were on vigil at the side of the carriage dozed off against the board of the carriage, each holding a broadsword and an iron rod.

In the last compartment, in a dark space, two figures, one large and one small, slept under the windows on the left and right sides.

"Mom" The small figure suddenly sobbed, turned over, and suddenly rolled to the side of the adult figure, unconsciously moved his body, directly hugged the adult's waist, and snuggled up.

Laugh at!

Suddenly, there was a faint sound of breaking the air outside the carriage.

The large black shadow turned slightly sideways, gently broke free from its embrace, and its face was exposed in the gap between the car windows, and a faint moonlight spilled in, slightly illuminating the man's face. None other than Angle.

He pulled the thin quilt over Friella and pinched the little one's face. Quietly and slowly climbed out of the carriage. (To be continued.) )