The Wizard World (Part 1) Completed

Chapter 42: Dead Soul Grass (1)

At the second day, Angele was asleep until it was 10 o’clock in the morning. He stayed up too late last night, so it took him 7 hours to recover. Angele finished his breakfast quickly. He greeted the guard at the entrance when he was writing his leave notice. He then hired a coachman and traveled to Red Rock Hill Graveyard.

It was already afternoon when Angele arrived at his destination. The sunlight made everything look as if it was dyed in red that even the clouds passing over him had a golden orange hue. The hill was outside the vicinity of Marua City. A huge sloping ground was made atop it. Many graves were on the ground surrounded by thriving trees. If you looked at the hill from a far side, the entirety of the graveyard would be on a slope.

There were many people visiting the graveyard right now, and one of them was a young man from a noble family. He was looking through the grass around the graveyard instead of the tombstones, sometimes walking from one stone to another as though he didn’t come to mourn. Following him around was a middle-aged man who seemed to be his coachman.

“Master Angele, it’s pretty late. Shall we head back?” the coachman spoke with a light voice. For about two hours, he had been following him around. Angele paid him two gold coins, equivalent to the amount he would get for transporting 20 people. The coachman knew that Angele paid him quite well, but it was taking way too long.

“Getting dark already?” Angele finally noticed the situation. With scrunched eyebrows, he took one final look around only to feel disappointed.

“Fine, let’s head back,” Angele said. They started walking back to the entrance of the graveyard.

“Do you know how Rudin Empire is holding up? Is Saladin Empire still invading?” Angele threw out several random questions.

“In a tavern, I met several people who escaped from Rudin Empire. They said the only city left intact was the capital. Other places were pretty much conquered by neighboring countries. There aren’t too many Saladins here, so I’m not quite sure what events had unfolded. I’m just a low-class coachman anyway. People like me have no right to ask such questions,” the coachman said before laughing.

“Yea, but I think many Rudins have come to the harbor? Any big name you’ve heard of?” Angele asked. He knew coachmen were a great source of information as they dealt and talked a lot with their customers. The coachman didn’t answer, only keeping a smile on his face. Angele took out a gold coin and threw it to the man.

“Well, I might have the information you need actually. I’ve heard two passengers saying that there weren’t many people from Rudin Empire. Most of them were small noble families. The larger ones were hindered by the Saladins along their way, and the royal members were attacked by forces of several different countries. I can’t even imagine…” The coachman grabbed the coin, and he said.

“Yea?” Angele nodded. It seemed that Marquis Syrias didn’t make it. However, he wasn’t going to completely trust the coachman because the source itself was suspicious. If it was true, he wouldn’t need to worry about Philip anymore.

“Wait, ever heard of the Dead Soul Grass?” Suddenly, Angele asked as he took out several more gold coins.

“Dead Soul Grass? Could you describe its appearance? I might have seen it somewhere before, but with a different name.” The coachman looked at the coins with a greedy expression such that Angele could see it clearly.

“It looks similar to a clover, but it has a black color,” Angele said.

“A clover that is black? Do you mean Black Clovers? It only grows upon graveyards. You’re here for those things?” the coachman said.