Super Dimensional Wizard Chapter 19 The Growth of Lines

Angel looked outside in doubt, the sound of the horn was so loud, this was the first time he has heard this horn since he arrived in Sea Moon City.

Is there an emergency?

The owner of the bookstore also went to the window, pinched his mustache and squinted at Vichy Harbor and said: “Oh? It turns out that the freighter s.h.i.+p from big 6 has arrived early. He-he, it seems that the Whale Whisker Sea has completely thawed, and when the s.h.i.+p docks for the cargo to unload, it will be very lively.”

At this point, the shopkeeper ordered the men to go to Vichy Harbor to stand guard, this isn’t the only bookstore in the city, if he wants to get a more sophisticated source of goods, it all depends on his ability.

“The sea route of Whale Whisker is open? Huh. The s.h.i.+p from Big 6 has arrived? In other words, it’s already here.” Angel looked silently into the distance, holding a glimmer of expectation and a trace of sadness in his heart.

After a while, Angel put on a gentle smile again, putting away his unnecessary thoughts, and looking through the collection of books in the cases.

What made Angel frown was that most of the books in the three cases were made of rare leather scrolls. Although he sees that the texture of the leather paper looks very poor, but after all, mainstream leather books are hidden by aristocratic families, self-made folk leather paper is completely normal.

The shopkeeper had completely wrapped up all the books and even said, do not worry about the mildew. Angel saw that it was still early, so he sat down and began reading a book.

The sands of time will always fall, when the floating clouds in the sea and sky are stained with a rosy red, the gray gulls return to their reef rock nests, and twilight s.h.i.+nes on the whole Sea Moon City. Angel gets up, pats the dust off his trouser pants, and then pointed to one of the wooden cases and said to the shopkeeper, “The books in this case, please help me deliver it to the Crown of Glory at the Reward Guild.”

This is the most luxurious hotel on the north coast, The Crown of Glory. How could the shopkeeper not have heard of it?

He immediately ordered the man to pick up the case and keep up with Angel.

The books by themselves are expensive, and this time Angel had bought so much that it cost him nearly 30 gold coins, which is almost the equivalent of a family of four’s income for a decade. Angel himself felt the pain in his flesh, but he was soon relieved to know that these books contained the equivalent knowledge and that knowledge could be turned back into gold. But he himself knew that this was only an excuse, a sort of self-consolation.

Along the way back, Angel clearly felt the excitement from 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 for s.h.i.+pping this year.

When he finally arrived back at the hotel, it happened to be when the sun had just completely set on the sea at the end of the horizon. The coastline still has wisps of embellished red, but Sea Moon City was eventually caught by the curtain of night.

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

“I have just received 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 to pack up everything you want to take away with you tonight, and we will board the s.h.i.+p tomorrow at noon.” Morrow looked at the man from the bookstore next to Angel, looked at the whole case of books and smiled. “Are you ready,” Morrow continues. “It’s all right to buy some books. We have to stay on the s.h.i.+p for nearly half a year, so you can read on the journey.” Morrow finished saying, 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 the weary and gradually quieted the whole Sea Moon City. Angel stood in front of the patio, looking towards the south, his thoughts turning a thousand times, and finally, he shakes his head, saying goodbye to his carefree past.

As the nightingales cut across the sky, Vichy Harbor was busy throughout the rest of the day, and finally after midnight, it becomes completely quiet.

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The dark, quiet Harbor, had only a few wooden pillars that hung three lit oil lamps.

At this time, from a corner of a small boat, a shadow suddenly pa.s.sed by the faint light, and from the fleeting light, one could see that it was a person covered in all black.

The person in black ran quickly and soon left the port of Vichy. They walked completely through a pathway without lights, with the moonlight one can see a pair of bright green eyes, other than these features, no other characteristics can be made out.

The person in black was like a wolf running through the night, silent, and without a trace, but traveled at a speed comparable to that of a cheetah.

Just as the person in black ran to the central block of Sea Moon City, they suddenly let out a m.u.f.fled sound and stopped galloping.

That light voice with a pleasant frequency was clearly a females 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 the Phantom Master, as long as he looked her in the face, she would be doomed: “d.a.m.n it, it’s just a busted crown. How can they chase me for two years!..…. is there anything special about that crown besides being a symbol of imperial power?”

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

The direction she looked at was exactly where the Reward Guild was located.

Under the soft moonlight, Angel closed his eyes while dreaming, he scratched behind his back while his expression in sleep was painful.

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

Angel was awakened by Morrow knocking on his door.

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

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

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

Have they 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, I was up too late packing my bags last night, so… wait just a moment. I’ll be right out.”

Angel finished saying this when he closed the door without waiting for a response.

Looking at the closed door, Morrow said nothing. Irene on the other hand, had a puzzled look on her face, and Alan had an indifferent look as they all headed downstairs.

Looking out 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 wash his face.

It was not until he got up and dressed that he asked the waiter to pick up his luggage and while leaving, Angel puzzled over what had happened.

Yesterday, he went to bed at the normal time, but why didn’t he wake up at 3 o’ clock, but closer to mid-day? This is the only strange event 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 sleep peacefully last night. Throughout the night, he kept having a very itchy feeling on his back, like ants crawling through the blood vessels under his skin, this grinding itching, caused an indescribable burning pain.

If this is the reason why he didn’t awaken on time, it shouldn’t be related to that incident, could it?

Angel subconsciously reached out to where his back was scratched, without feeling the slightest sense of anomaly.

It must be an illusion, right?

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