Angel looked out with doubt, the sound from such a loud horn, this is the first time he has heard it since he came to Sea Moon City. Is there an emergency?

The owner of the bookstore also went to the window, pinched his mustache and squinted at Vichy Harbour: “Oh?” It turns out that the merchant s.h.i.+p of big 6 had arrived early. Hehe, it seems that the sea of whale whiskers has been completely thawed, and when the cargo s.h.i.+p has been unloaded, it will be lively. ”

At this point, the shopkeeper ordered the man to go to Vichy Harbour to guard, this isn't the only bookstore in the city, want to get a more sophisticated source of goods, depends on the ability.

“The sea road of the whale whiskers is open? Well. The big six boat is coming? In other words, it's already here. “Angel looked silently into the distance, with a glimmer of expectation and a little sadness in his heart.

After a while, Angel smiled again, put away his unnecessary thoughts, and looked through the collection of books in the box.

What made Angel frown was that most of the books in the three boxes were rare leather scrolls. Although the use of leather paper to see that the texture is very poor, but after all, the mainstream leather books are hidden in the aristocratic family, folk self-made leather paper is almost normal.

The shopkeeper wrapped up all the books and, as he said, did not worry about the mildew. Angel saw that it was still early, so he sat down and read one book.

The sand of time is always falling, when the floating clouds in the sea and sky are stained with rosy red, the gray gulls return to the reef rock, and the twilight s.h.i.+nes on the whole sea moon city. Angel just stood up, patted the dust on his trouser pants, and then pointed to one side of the wooden box and said to the shopkeeper, “the books in this box, please help me deliver it to the crown of glory at the reward guild.”

The most luxurious hotel on the north coast is the crown of glory. How could the shopkeeper not have heard of it? Immediately he ordered the man to pick up the box and keep up with Angel.

The books themselves are expensive, and this time Angel had bought so much that it cost 3o gold coins, which is almost equivalent to the income of a family of four for a decade. Angel himself felt the pain of flesh, but he was relieved to know that books were equivalent to knowledge and that knowledge could be turned into money. But he himself knew it was an excuse for self-consolation.

Along the way, Angel clearly felt the excitement of the crowd around him, as everyone had a look of joy on their faces. The un.o.bstructed whale whisker sea has officially opened up which is good sign of s.h.i.+pping this year.

When he got back to the hotel, it happened to be when the sun had set completely from at the end of the sea. The coastline still has a wisp of embellished red, sea moon city has caught the curtain of night.

Before Angel entered the door, he saw the opposite door open, and Morrow and Allen came up to him.

“I have just received the news that the heavy cargo s.h.i.+p has arrived at Sea Moon Gorge and will arrive at Vichy Port tomorrow morning. You have packed up what you want to take away tonight, and we will board the s.h.i.+p at noon tomorrow. Morrow looked at the man from the bookstore next to Angel, looked at the whole box of books, and smiled. “Are you ready,” Morrow said. “It's all right to buy some books. We have to stay on the boat for nearly half a year, so we can read on the road. “

Morrow finished, and said to his two grandchildren around him, “Go back and pack your bags too. From tomorrow onwards, say goodbye to your comfortable life.”

Bright moonlight, gently comforts and gradually quieted down sea moon city. Angel stood in front of the patio, looking to the south, his thoughts turning a thousand times, and finally shaking his head and saying goodbye to his carefree past.

As the Night birds cut through the sky, Vichy Harbour was busy all day, and finally after midnight, it is completely quiet.

The quiet harbor was dark, with only a few wooden pillars hanging from three burning oil lamps.

At this time, from a small boat in a corner, a shadow suddenly pa.s.sed through the faint light, and by with the fleeting light, you could see that it was a man covered in black all over his body.

The man in black ran quickly and soon left the port of Vichy. He walked all the way to a road without lights, within the moonlight we can see a pair of green bright eyes, in addition, there are no other characteristics.

The man in black is like a wolf running at night, silent, without a trace, but with a speed comparable to that of a cheetah.

Just as the man in black ran to the central block of Sea Moon City, he suddenly let out a sound and stopped galloping.

That light voice, with a pleasant frequency, is clearly a female voice!

“Strange, how can I sense a trace of magic? Did King Guman reach an agreement with the savage grottoes? “The woman in black had a trace of fear in her eyes. If it were really a phantom, as long as she looked on her face, she would be doomed:” d.a.m.n it, it's just a broken hat. It chased me for two years! ……. Is there anything special about that crown besides symbolizing imperial power?”

The woman in black dared not think much at the moment. She looked in the direction of the phantom breath and ran away without looking back.

The direction she looked at was exactly where the reward guild was located.

In the soft moonlight, Angel closed his eyes to dream, he scratched his hands behind his back, and his expression in his sleep was painful.

No one saw, but bright green lines, from Angel's back began to twist near a small spot, and slowly spread out, like a vine, like a little extension.

Angel was awakened by Morrow knocking at the door.

With a touch of fatigue, Angel opened the door and saw Morrow in a black robe, as well as the well-dressed brother and sister behind him.

Angel froze for a moment. Why did he get up so early?

The next second Irene answered his question: “Brother Pat, we've all had lunch. Why aren't you up?”

Have you had lunch? Angel was in a trance, and if he remembered correctly, Morrow said yesterday that he would board the s.h.i.+p at noon today.

Angel flashed a trace of embarra.s.sment on his face, turned his head, coughed and said, “Sorry, it was too late to pack last night, so… just a moment. I'll be right out.”

Angel finished saying, he closed the door without waiting for them to react.

Looking at the closed door, Morrow said nothing. Irene, had a puzzled look on her face, and Alan, with an indifferent look, went downstairs.

Looking out of the window at the busy scene, Angel was surprised to realize that he had really overslept, and before he had time to think deeply about why, he hurried to clean his face.

It was not until he got dressed and asked the waiter to pick up his luggage and leave that Angel was puzzled.

Yesterday, he went to bed at a normal time, but why didn't he wake up at 3 o' clock but close to mid-day? This is the only strange thing for Angel, who has always taken his time very seriously.

Angel thought about it for a long time, but vaguely felt that he did not seem to have slept peacefully last night. Always feel very itchy on his back, like ants crawling in the blood vessels under the skin, this grinding itching, and indescribable burning pain.

If this the reason he didn't awaken in time, it shouldn't be related to this, should it?

Angel subconsciously reached out to scratch his back, without the slightest sense of anomaly.

It's an illusion, isn't it?

Until the rendezvous with Morrow and others, Angel could not come to a conclusion, so he had to give up and chock it all down to mental exhaustion.