Chapter 71: Settling Down (2)
Translator: Leo Editor: DarkGem/Frappe
“There aren’t that many people who can survive the ambush of a Black-Mask Assassin. I can also sense a mysterious power around here,” the other man spoke in a low voice. He took off his helt, showing a blue face. The man had fin-like ears, blue skin, and white pupils — clearly not a human being.
“You rfolk are so sensitive to mysterious powers. Since you ntioned it, the Snake of Sand Dust must be dealing with a...” The other man didn’t finish his sentence, but his reaction was etched with fear.
“You’re right. The first ti I encountered such mysterious power was around 13 years ago. I can still recall it.” The rman nodded with a serious face.
“I suggest we leave this master alone...” he continued.
“I will report the situation to the Senior Officer,” the other man said.
“It’s been so long since I last discovered this mysterious power,” the rman stood up, and he said.
“Let’s move. We still have work to do. Take several guards with you and report our findings to the senior officer,” he said.
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Angele had been hiding in the shadows behind the building all along. After a few monts, he heard the guards leaving.
“rfolk could be a problem...” Angele murmured as he scrunched his eyebrows.
‘But they didn’t seem to care about the guys I killed. What’s more, it looks they fear the power of wizards,’ Angele thought. He lowered his footsteps and walked out of the alley.
He followed the way he ca from, quickly reaching his newly-bought shop. No one else was around, but he could still see the leftover footprints of the thugs. Soone had stolen his horses. However, Angele took everything important before leaving, so he didn’t care about it anymore.
Angele walked into the shop, put down the bows and quivers, and his bag. Before leaving, he locked the door. Angele had taken a decent amount of coins from the thugs. His dried food rations were gone, so he had to buy sothing to eat.
He found a pie store by the street, which had a sign outside that had ‘Darling’s Pie House’ written on it. Angele carried his sword on his back as he walked into the store. The store had white counters, and there were about 7 to 8 tables arranged in a neat manner, showing a clean and well-organized store. Several workers were handing packed pies purchased by custors on the line.
Angele could sll the delectable scent of a freshly baked at pie, making him salivate from hunger. He inhaled once, relishing the sll before sitting at an empty table. Albeit busy, the place wasn’t crowded; several waiters and waitresses were entertaining the custors.
“Hello, what would you like to order?” A waitress saw Angele sitting down, so she ca over to take his order. She wiped her hands on her white apron.
“What do you have?” Angele asked.
“Our signature dish is the Scallion at Pie. We also have the Sesa Sweet Bread, Deep Fried Doughs, and the Vegetable Pies,” the waitress said, her voice crisp.
“Can I have a Scallion at pie, please? How much is that?” Angele asked.
“Two silver coins,” the waitress replied. Angele took out two silver coins from his leather pouch and handed it to the waitress as paynt. It took about 10 minutes for the dish to arrive. The at pie had a golden crispy exterior; the minced at and scallion were mixed up inside its filling. Angele sliced it into pieces and put so into his mouth with a fork. The texture was great, the pastry layer was crispy, and the fillings were savory: not greasy and not too salty. The wholeso and succulent taste instantly turned Angele into a fan of the at pie.
He ordered another portion after he finished eating it and even quickly finished the second serving. Angele stood up and walked toward the counter. Lunchti had already passed, so there weren’t that many custors at present.
“How can I help you, Sir?” a clerk asked.
"Do you deliver? Can I have at pies delivered to every day? I’ll give you the ti and location," Angele asked.
“Sure, we can do that,” the clerk replied.
“Also, bring a glass of milk and so juice, too,” Angele added.
Twenty minutes later.
Angele didn’t need to worry about purchasing food every day after placing orders at the pie store. He returned to his newly-bought shop again, and then he decided to start ditating after closing the door. His shop was still empty, without any rchandise to sell. Angele didn’t bother with it for now. He just sat on the floor with his legs crossed and began to ditate. Angele was a knight-level warrior, and as long as the environnt wasn’t too bad, he would be able to ditate.
The infection which inflicted him along the way was most likely due to the black needle. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be infected so easily. However, there was no data about the black needle found in the chip’s database, so he had no way to test it. He needed several types of equipnt for him to obtain data on the black needle, but he was out in the wild with no ways of having access to a full set of equipnt.
After about an hour of ditation, Angele stored the Stun Spell in the chip and decided to go shopping. He wanted to buy a bed, so basic furniture, and so daily supplies. Also, Angele wanted so new clothes and boots.
It seed he needed to be a noble at this place for him to purchase and wear colorful clothes. Angele could prove he was a noble, so this wasn’t a problem to him.
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In the next half-month, Angele lived in his shop, and the only thing he did besides sleeping and eating was ditating. The only tis he’d go out was for shopping, which was rely for several instances. At present, Angele finally had the ti to study the information stored on the chip. He had also tried to learn the secret skill of the Snake of Sand Forest. Angele thought it was worth it considering how it helped the assassin stay undetected within the radius of the chip.
Angele already learned the basics of the Hand of Exhaustion, and he needed a huge amount of ntality for the chip to improve the spell. He had no way of increasing his ntality at this point, so he decided to take it slow.
*Tap tap tap*
Soone knocked on the door while Angele was training his sword skills. Only after wiping the sweat off his face did he open the door. A 10-year-old girl with a ponytail and was wearing a polka dot apron and a white headband was standing by the door with a black tal box in her hands.
"Mr. Angele, here’s your pie," the girl politely said.
"You can leave it on the table." Angele turned back and walked to the backyard since he wanted to train in the basic sword skill set. The backyard had plenty of space for him to work around, and there was a well in the middle if he beca thirsty.
Angele held his crossguard sword, training his front slash, vertical slash, and horizontal slash. He kept training in these three basic slashes with a speed so fast there was barely any noise generated in the moving sword. It was as though a silver triangle’s conception was made possible because of the sword moves.
"You’re not leaving?" Angele suddenly sheathed his sword, turned around and looked at the door. The girl was peeking through the gap with a face filled with interest in sword skills. The girl’s face turned pale after noticing Angele’s gaze.
"I am very sorry." She stepped forward and bowed to Angele.
“Mr. Angele, I was just wondering what you were doing...” she said in a wobbly voice. Angele looked at the girl. Her height was average for her age, and she was a bit too thin as though she was malnourished. The girl was the one who had been delivering food for Angele every day. She was very polite, never late, and always showed respect to Angele. Angele liked her attitude — he thought people must be humble and hardworking in becoming successful in life.
“It’s fine. I’m not mad. Do you like swords?” He walked toward the girl slowly, and he asked in a manner that wouldn’t scare her.
“Yes, Sir. I am just... curious. Please forgive for walking into your backyard without permission!” The girl bowed again, apologizing nervously.
“You are lucky, girl. I’m in a good mood today. What’s your na?” Angele asked. His understanding of the secret skill of the Snake of the Sand Forest was close to perfection, so he was currently feeling enraptured.
“Tia. My na is Tia,” the girl answered right away.
“Next ti you deliver the food, you can stay here and watch train.” Angele knew Tia wasn’t rely curious; she also had the desire to learn. Angele had seen her expression and realized that for a long ti, she must’ve wanted to learn the sword. Angele didn’t care if others were to attempt to copy his sword skill set as he wasn’t a phony noble like others. Instead, he would love it if he could give others the chance to control their destinies. Tia looked extrely excited upon hearing Angele’s words. She was so happy that she forgot to thank Angele. She rely stood there, not knowing what she should say.
“Okay, watch my movents carefully,” Angele said. He walked back to the backyard and started to teach Tia the fundantals. Angele had always thought that fundantal was important. Although fundantals were easy to understand, mastering it was too difficult.
For generations, humans had dedicated their whole lives just to improve the fundantals. One had to master the basics first before one could learn anything else. If one didn’t pay too much attention to the basics, one’s bones could break, and one’s joints would suffer, resulting in a lifeti impairnt.
This world was completely different to Earth. The weapons Angele saw were all far superior to Earth’s counterparts. The swords, bows, and crossbows were too heavy, and their damage output was nearing the extremity. If he could wield a 50-pound sword in the sa speed and agility as he could with a 20-pound sword, he would be far stronger. The only problem Angele had was that he needed to spend more ti training.
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