Translator: SumTLMan

Hookd.i.c.k was kicked by Nausica following a hard stomp after, and with both these blows, he pa.s.sed out. If no one stepped in to stop the bleeding, his life would be in immediate danger.

Unfortunately, after a long moment, no one came forward to help at all, one can see that Hookd.i.c.k's interpersonal relations.h.i.+p is as smelly as his character.

Just then, a group of people emerged from the dense woods, they are the group of dark shadow servants wearing totem masks and black robes. For these dark shadow servants, they are familiar with Angel through Housekeeper Goode.

Goode walked up towards the crowd, and all the talents naturally gathered around. Hookd.i.c.k, who was still lying pa.s.sed out on the ground, was carried up by two dark shadow servants.

“Good afternoon everyone. Welcome to Big 6, Big 6 is one of the cradles of the wizard civilization. I hope that all of you can recreate the glory of the wizards here.” After a little greeting, Goode went straight to the main point: “We are now on the southern tip of the Guman Kingdom, tens of thousands of miles from our destination, Paramjit Plateau…”

“The organization has already sent someone to meet you later, but it is estimated that they will not arrive until tomorrow, so we need to take a night to rest nearby Twilight Port Town.” Goode bowed his head slightly and stepped aside while gesturing. “Everyone follow me this way, please.”

The path was lead by the shadow servants of the dark kingdom, and everyone followed them as they guided, moving one by one.

As Angel pa.s.sed by Goode, he heard Goode whisper in his ear, “Master Pat, follow me this way please.”

The other nine bloodbath winners at the scene did not seem to hear Goode's voice. Angel looked to the side and saw Goode slightly nodding to him, not knowing what was going on.

Angel thought about it and walked with Goode.

His departure did not alarm the others. Only Nausica gave him a deeper look as she turned away.

“Master Pat, the master wants you to follow these people in the hopes that you can communicate more closely with your peers. Before we go back to the Savage Grottoes, this will be a good experience for you.” Goode said in a low voice.

Angel nodded. When he was ready to leave at noon, Flora was going to take him out, but Sanders ordered him to go with the winners of the nine bloodbath cabins. After being stunned for a moment, Flora made an “I see” look. Since then, Angel has speculated in his mind what was going to happen, but now that Goode directly points it out, Angel is no longer kept in suspense.

When Goode saw Angel's expression, he nodded with satisfaction. In fact, when Sanders and Flora left a few days ago, they handed over complete dominion of the Cloud Whale to Angel, and he even gained control over the magic arrays of the nine cabin winners' tents. There was an indirect intention for him to communicate more closely with his peers, but Angel did not seem keen on socializing. Instead, he holed himself up in the library from beginning to end.

Goode is not surprised by Angel's decision. Although he is not a wizard, he has been with Sanders long enough to know a lot about the circle of wizards.

Most wizards walk their path alone, especially those who are on the path of true knowledge. However, it does not mean that wizards have no friends, wizards in fact, also have their own circle, in a wizard's spiritual practice, self-reflection can often easily lead one to fall into a dead end, if there is some communication with peers, they can avoid these detours. Having friends go hand in hand with this lonely path.

Angel himself knows this. When he was bored on the Bohemia, he read several of the Earth's online novels. One of the novels was about a practice, which summarizes the four main elements of the road of practice: law, partner, wealth and land. Although the wizard system is different from this monastic system, these four elements are worthy of being used as reference. Among them, “law, money and land” are not discussed first, but “partner” alone, which refers to “friends of the Tao”.

It is better to have people “talking” together than to be alone. Just like the old Chinese saying, “Three smelly cobblers make one Zhuge Liang,” there are always new ideas and inspiration with more people.

The path of wizards is one that requires innovation, acc.u.mulation, and deep reflection. With “partner” as a guide, the road ahead will be much smoother.

Seeing that Angel understands this, Goode did not say anymore, but let him return to the crowd and in order to leave together.

Goode stood quietly at the coast, looking at Angel's receding figure move farther and farther away, and in his heart, there was a little emotion.

As a matter of fact, what Goode said to Angel earlier was not inspired by anyone, but was entirely of his own initiative. He treated Angel so respectfully because he could see that Sanders was really attentive towards Angel. Not only did he worry about the way forward for Angel, but he also began to worry about his social circle. For fear that Angel would misunderstand Sanders good intentions, Goode specifically mentioned it to him.

Angel left quietly, and when he came back, there were no other waves. Those who are hostile to him will not show their evil deeds against him, in front of Goode, and those who are not hostile to him will only continue to ignore him.

Along the way, Angel was still thinking about his argument with Hookd.i.c.k. He doesn't want to be called “weak” anymore, let alone trapped in a state of helplessness. However, all this is based on his own strength, lack of strength, he reasonably had nothing to speak of now.

Out of the range of the beach, they saw the signs of people in a short while.

On the main road of the forest, there was a big river connecting to the mouth of the sea, and several fis.h.i.+ng boats stopped at the edge of the river from time to time, looking as if there are many people working on board.

Angel walked up the river, following the dark shadow servant along with everybody, he could see the masts and sails inserted on the sh.o.r.e, as if to test the height of the water level.

As they journeyed on, they saw houses on one side of the mountain as bystanders began to enter their sights. The smell in the air that came from the salty sea also seemed to smell a little bit more human.

But what was strange was that even though the shadow servant was dressed so suspiciously, covered completely in a black robe on a hot day, and followed by a group of equally strange people dressed in different clothes, no one seemed to notice them at all. If Angel were a bystander, he would definitely think this group of people was strange. But now, the pa.s.sers-by around him did not seem to care about the strangely dressed shadow servants, and even though some occasionally observed them, the public at large did not seem to focus attention on them.

After walking for a long time, they could already see the situation of the town at Twilight Port.

This is a small town built on a mountain, all the houses were built with only white bricks, and at the back is the sea, under the sun, one can clearly see the flowers in the courtyard of every household; The streets on the road are also meticulously kept clear, with exception of the wide main road being a grainy path, the others areas are made up of white sand, white tiles, white fences, making the whole town look strangely white, and very exotic.

“Dazzlingly white, I really want to kill some people and dye this white with some red. Come to think of it, that color would also be very nice. ” Someone laughed jokingly.

Angel heard a familiar voice and looked up. It was Hookd.i.c.k who was speaking. The wound around his neck wound had been bandaged, and it seemed that when the shadow servant had taken him away, it was just to heal him.

Hookd.i.c.k's words attracted the attention of the crowd. It was just that no one agreed with him, and others chuckled, "barbarian.”

Hookd.i.c.k did not care when he was scolded as a “barbarian”. The dark brown-skinned boy, however, glared at the speaker.

“Psychopath, I'm going to take my seat.” The speaker murmured in a low voice, while there was a look of fear on his face while being glared at by the dark brown boy.

At this moment, Hookd.i.c.k turned his head and saw Angel… his eyes were red with fury, but with the shadow servants around, he dare not do anything. Just smiling grimly and holding out his hand for Angel to see while wiping his neck. Afterwards he laughed and turned away.

Angel sighed, knowing that he had a feud with Hookd.i.c.k. But Angel was not afraid of of these taunts, he knows that he is not one of the winners of the nine bloodbath cabins, and this point will certainly cause criticism, but he did not expect it to come so soon.