The Wizard World (Part 1) Completed

Chapter 113: Procedure (2)

Angele held the telescope in hand and pushed the tip to make it retract to its original length.

He pulled the door open again. The magic stone inside the door already turned gray. It seemed that using it to communicate required a fair amount of energy.

Angele closed the door again and tied the telescope with a strong black rope. The telescope was important to him at the moment, so he decided to keep it safe.

"Water of Asu… I saved her, but I didn’t expect her to repay me something so valuable." Angele rubbed his chin and smiled.

He looked around his room and flicked his finger. The wind energy particles put the fire in the oil lamp out and the room became dark.

Angele crossed his legs as he sat on his bed. He closed his eyes and started meditating.

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Two days later.

Early in the morning.

Inside the border of Liliado.

A shell-shaped gray city was surrounded by the sea of trees. It was almost like the city was a huge burnt mark in the middle of a forest.

Tall, black stone walls separated the city from the forest. There were four entrances on four sides of the city. People were entering and leaving the city constantly.

It was a sunny day, and the wind was soothing. Several white birds circled above the city while chirping.

At the west side of the city, a gray carriage was slowly advancing toward the city gate. The carriage was mixed within the travelers. There was no fancy decoration on it.

The carriage belonged to a foreign caravan. Most of their carriages were gray, and all the coachmen were wearing white scarfs. The men in the caravan all had a thick beard on their chins, and most of the women were chubby.

The caravan was noisy at this moment.

"Greenwood! One more! Do it one more time!"

People on the street were yelling. They were staring at a carriage in the middle of the caravan.

The coachman of the carriage had a strong body and was wearing a gray scarf as well. The man was in a colorful noble suit, and he also had the thick beard on his chin. There was a black hawk standing on his right shoulder that was stretching its wings.

"Greenwood! Show them what you can do!" The man patted the hawk lightly.

The hawk flew into the sky. It screamed and started hovering around. Its cries sounded almost like it was singing rhythmically.

People watching the hawk all started cheering and clapping. Some people even stopped what they were doing and they were attracted to the hawk’s screams.

"Greenwood won the hawk singing contest in the southern province not so long ago!" the man shouted proudly.

"There’s no such contest! Come on, old Bass!" Someone laughed.

"Oh, I’m sure he’s telling the truth! He held the contest himself!" Someone else mocked.

People started laughing after hearing those words. The atmosphere there was electric.

A young man with blonde hair stuck his head out the window and glanced around. The man’s face was pale. He was wearing a yellow tight noble suit and looked quite handsome. The young man had a pair of sharp eyes. He looked gentle and calm. It seemed that he was not concerned about the singing hawk.