The Wizard World

Chapter 562: The Tide (1)

Translator: _Leo_ Editor: Kurisu

Angele looked at the black hole and asked, "Zero, can you move a bit closer?"

Zero remained silent, the only thing he could hear was some static. It felt like that the noise was from a TV with no signal.

Several minutes later, Zero finally reported back.

’Unknown interruption detected... Blocking...’

Angele looked at the black hole and controlled the magnifier manually, he slowly moved away from the hole.

The hole was getting smaller and smaller in Angele’s sight and quickly disappeared into the sea of diamonds.

’Biochip recovered, system recovered, debug completed.’

Angele closed his eyes and opened them again; everything returned to normal in his sight. The dust was lying on the plate quietly and the flame of the candle was dancing in the air. His shadow was also waving under the dim light.

"Damn..."

Angele took a deep breath and stood up. He carefully sealed the plate and returned it into the black box to keep it cold.

"Finally, something new..." Angele stood in front of the window and the chilling wind was blowing over his face. He was happy that he finally found a clue.

*Crank*

Suddenly, the door behind him opened slowly, revealing the dark hallway. It felt like that the door was opened by a living being since the wind was not strong enough to do that.

A woman in a white dress slowly passed by and disappeared into the darkness.

Angele turned his head around and looked into the hallway.

"Again?" He had already got used to the strange scene over the years.

He stored the painting in the mirror when living with Vivian so the woman would not appear. He would observe the strange scene carefully when Vivian was not around.

*DOO*

The noise coming from outside sounded like children yelling. The pitch of the noise was changing to high from low and it just kept going.

"Doodoo bird’s voice... The sun is about to rise..." Angele was not concerned about the door. He turned his head back and looked at the sky.

"It’s time to visit Vivian."

He put the box back into the mirror, turned around, and walked to the door. He also took down the black cotton coat from the hanger and put it on.

The coat almost looked like a large cloak and there was some white fur around the neck. He locked the door and put on a pair of black leather gloves.

*BAM*

The candle was extinguished as the door closed.

As Angele was walking in the dark hallway, the wooden floor made some strange noise. The wooden floor was still holding up after all those years.

*Ka-ta Ka-ta*

He walked down the stairs; the noise was extremely loud in the quiet house.

Angele tightened his coat and walked to the door on the first door. He carefully pushed it open.

*BAM*

The broken wooden door fell to the ground.

Angele was a bit surprised. "Again?"

Shaking his head, Angele stepped out of the house. He was not concerned about the damaged door.

He entered the forest and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

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"Miss Vivian, have you prepared your flowers?"

In the town, a young man with a cart was shouting at a two-level house with red walls loudly.

The sun was still rising and the doodoo birds were still making noises. There were several chubby women walking on the street with baskets in their hands. They broke the silence of the early morning.

Behind a fence, a young woman with clean skin was carefully cutting the fresh flowers in the garden.

The woman was wearing a white dress; the dress had a reflective coating, its texture was similar to silk. Her long black hair was tied up but there was still some of it trailing over her shoulders.

Under the bright morning sunlight, the woman’s large breasts and slim waist were eye-catching. Her legs were also reflecting the sunlight and they looked like they were made of white jade.

The woman was Vivian and she had been living in the town for over 100 years. She dyed her hair black and looked just like a local woman. Also, the expression on her face was no longer cold; maybe the garden work changed her.

Vivian straightened her back after hearing the voice, she put down the red roses in a small cart on the side.

"Almost done. Ram, you’re too early. Do you want some breakfast? I have pancakes here."

Vivian pushed the cart to the iron gate, she opened the gate and stepped out from behind the fence.

The young man with a cart was wearing gray linen outfit and had short brown hair. He blushed and lowered his head after hearing Vivian talking to him.

"Miss Vivian, your flowers are so good that I won’t be able to get them if I’m late..." Ram responded; he sounded shy.

Vivian quickly pushed the flower cart to Ram, who helped her push the flower cart onto his cart. Ram then took out a small piece of paper and stuck it on the flower cart. The paper was just a label.

They wiped the dust off their hands quickly.

"Alright, Miss Vivian, I need to collect flowers from some other families." Ram rubbed his hands, it seemed like he was cold.

"Take this." Vivian took out a yellow paper bag and gave it to Ram. Ram could smell the fragrance of the warm pancakes.

Ram wanted to give the bag back but his stomach made some noise right after he smelled the pancakes.

Ram lowered his head and said, "Thank you..."

"Alright, go ahead, young man." Vivian rubbed Ram’s cheek and smiled.

Ram nodded, he turned around and walked to the cart. He suddenly turned around after he realized he still had something to say, however, he was still too shy to look at Vivian’s face and just looked at Vivian’s boots.

"One more thing, Miss Vivian, do you know that there’s a ghost house at the east of the town?"

"A ghost house? You mean the old wooden house on the hill?" Vivian hesitated for a second and realized what Ram was talking about.

"Yeah, I know. What happened?" She looked at Ram.

Ram lowered his voice. "Don’t go near there. I heard that there was a strange person living in the house. He walks like a ghost and wears a black coat all day. That man might be a wizard..."

"Huh? A wizard? That’s impossible. I heard that the empire had already eliminated all the wizards." Vivian chuckled.

"I don’t know the details but just don’t go near there. My grandpa told me that the people who entered that wooden house all died or disappeared," Ram continued. "Alright, I need to go collect the flowers. I’ll talk to you later!"

"Sure." Vivian nodded. "Thank you for the information."

"My pleasure." Ram bowed to Vivian slightly, it felt like that he was trying to show the respect like a knight but he did it in the wrong way and it was quite amusing.

"Go!" Ram shouted and the bull in front of the art started moving. They slowly disappeared into the morning mist.

Vivian stood by the gate and waited until the cart disappeared, then looked at the shadow on the left.

A tall man slowly stepped out of the corner. He was wearing a black hat, and although Vivian could see the man’s mustache, his face was barely visible due to the mist.

The man took off the hat. It was Angele; he was smiling.

"Do you need help?"

"Of course." Vivian smiled and raised her hands.

"Alright, just give me what I needed."

Angele took out a purple potion from the pouch on his belt and threw it to Vivian.

"This will be good for a month. You can use it on any flowers in the garden."

Vivian caught the potion and checked it carefully.

"Great, it seems like you found some good materials this time. The quality of this potion is great."

"Yeah. Alright, I need to go and open my shop. I’ll see you at noon." Angele waved his hands and disappeared into the shadow.

"See you at noon." Vivian shook the potion bottle several times and returned to the garden.

Angele walked on the street slowly and the white steam coming out of his mouth merged into the thin mist. He found several milk delivery guys running around on the roadside.

He walked passed two streets and reached the south side of the town. There was yellow light coming out of the old buildings that varied in height.

On the twisted street that was covered with mud, there was a vendor offering milk tea. The vendor was trying to get people’s attention.

"Famous Duban milk team! Only five bronze coins per cup!"

The vendor’s voice was a bit hoarse but it was still quite loud on the street.

Angele purchased a cup of milk tea and took a sip from the cup that was made of the tree leaves. The milk team was creamy and fragrant. He could also taste the apple juice in it.

He walked to the end of the street and stopped by a small shop.

On the right side of the shop, there was a small river, and there was a grocery shop on the left. The door of the shop was covered with gray wooden planks.

Angele finished the milk team and dropped the leaf cup. He then quickly moved the wooden planks to the side.

There were not many objects inside the shop.

A red wooden counter, an empty showcase with multiple slots that were separated by wooden stripes, and nothing else.

Angele jumped over the counter and pulled a small black wooden bed out of the counter. He flattened the bed and sat down on it. He then took out some strange items from a locker under the bed.

There were square stickers that looked like herbal plasters, glass bottles with yellow dust inside, dried herbs, and some colorful beads or badges. They looked like a bunch of low-quality products.