Angelet lay sprawled inside the horse-drawn carriage, holding a ration of dry food and a water pouch, nibbling on small bites.
The faint crackling sound of the campfire could be heard outside the carriage window.
A soft glow of red flickered through the curtain, revealing the dim light of the fire outside.
The scent of roasted potatoes quickly filled the carriage.
Angelet sniffed, looking at the piece of dried meat in his hand.
Considering the attitude of the others in the convoy towards him, he gave up on the idea of asking for a hot meal.
During the day, except for the petite princess named Avrile, everyone else in the caravan remained vigilant and indifferent to him.
His sharp hearing also caught snippets of conversations.
If Avrile hadn't insisted on taking him along, defying the objections of his parents and others, and also providing him with expensive anti-infection medicine, he might not have recovered so quickly.
He could have been thrown straight to the roadside.
Outside the horse-drawn carriage, a knight stood up from the campfire.
"Hey, Gandhi, where are you going?"
"I'm taking a walk, just changing shifts." Gandhi patted the sword hilt at his waist, smiling.
"Don't go too far." Dunleavy, sitting by the fire, pulled out his cruciform sword, wiping it carefully.
Behind the carriage, Gandhi glanced at the flames and the horse carriage.
The others were either inside the carriage or near the fire.
A hint of joy appeared on his face.
He walked lightly, circling around and quietly approaching two black horses tied at the back.
During the day, he noticed large bundles hanging on the two black horses. There might be something good in there.
Quietly walking up to the black horse, his eyes fell on a relatively small and exquisite bag, the one where Angelet stored the red pearl, the blood-stained ointment, and the sorcerer's book. It not only contained the sorcerer's book but also Angelet's most important Shamo healing potion.
Gandhi reached out to squeeze the bag and chuckled mischievously.
"Got some goods!"
...
Inside the carriage.
"Father, I'm going for a walk."
Avrile brushed her long blonde hair to one side and tied it into a small ponytail while fiddling with the hair tie on the small table.
"Stay on the carriage, no wandering around." The nobleman glanced at his daughter, his tone low.
Avrile didn't care.
"I'll be back in ten minutes."
She touched the black hair tie, tied her hair skillfully, pulled back the carriage curtain, and leaped outside.
"This little one..." The nobleman glanced at his wife, both of them had headaches.
After jumping off the horse carriage, Avrile first glanced at the fire.
Seeing the coachman, soldiers, and Uncle Dunleavy all there, she prepared to walk over and overhear their conversation.
But just as she took a few steps, she suddenly thought of the person she had saved on the carriage today. That man, fifteen or sixteen years old, looked like a youth.
"Although he looks ordinary, he seems a bit unique," she speculated.
"Never expected to encounter a story so similar to the verses of the poets for the first time."
Her mood suddenly improved, humming a random song, she walked quickly towards the second carriage.
Suddenly, her peripheral vision caught a black figure standing next to two black horses, sneaking around without knowing what it was doing.
"Hey~~~ Is that Uncle Gandhi?"
Avrile walked towards the figure and recognized the man from behind.
"What are you doing!"
Gandhi trembled, quickly turning around and seeing Avrile approaching.
His face paled slightly; thieves were always looked down upon.
If the lord found out...
Avrile seemed to have realized something; her small face became more serious.
"Uncle Gandhi, do you know what you're doing?"
"I just came here to take a look." Gandhi forced a smile.
"Forget it, you better not stay here, go to the warming fire."
Avrile revealed a sweet smile.
"I don't see anything."
"Ha ha... I'll go over there."
Gandhi hadn't opened the package yet and had to smile bitterly before leaving.
Avrile arranged the packages on the horse. Then she turned and walked towards another horse carriage.
Inside the carriage, Angelet sighed softly; he also heard and noticed Gandhi's actions.
But now he couldn't move; he really had no other choice but to wait for probably two days to recover his belongings.
But it might be too late by then.
Avrile's appearance at this moment was the best result.
"Are you feeling better?" Avrile pulled aside the curtain and stepped in.
"No problem; this time, thanks to you." Angelet had a good impression of this kind and cute girl, so he mentioned his name.
"Can you tell me your full name? Mine is Avrile, Avrile Thorodo Hasremi."
"Mine is Angelet, Angelet Leo." He shrugged. "This is how names are given in my place."
Performing simple movements in a small area without needing much effort was still possible.
"You're not from Ramsouda?" Avrile asked curiously.
"No, I come from a very distant place." Angelet smiled.
"Where are you going?"
"To Lennon City; we will pick up my father from there. I heard he is very ill, seriously ill."
Avrile didn't hide anything. Her face became somewhat weary.
The two chatted casually for a while. Angele told her that he was a traveler who got lost, encountered a robber on the road, and got injured on the roadside. He would be going to Lennon City, taking the same road with her.
Then he shared some anecdotes from across the sea. The two of them had spent some pleasant time talking.
Only when someone from outside called her did Avrile reluctantly step out of the carriage.
Now, Angelet had the chance to start his meditation. He meditated every day without delay; it was a slow process, water seeping into the ground. Success couldn't be achieved without persistence and perseverance.
Fortunately, meditation didn't have fixed requirements; it could even be done lying down. Angelet didn't need to attract attention from those around him.
He didn't know how ordinary people perceived witches; he was currently a student at Ramsouda Academy, known as the Academy of Necromancy and Shadows. Moreover, he no longer had the strength to protect himself.
For safety reasons, he decided not to reveal his true identity.
Surrounded by dense forests, two gray-black skeletal buildings stood tall on both sides of the road. Connected to the skeleton buildings were extended walls into the forest on both sides, with no visible end.
In the middle of the road, next to a large open wooden gate, some guards in white leather armor were moving back and forth, checking the passing carriages.
They wore iron helmets, most of them had black-edged brims, stout and seemingly well-fed, appearing as if they hadn't been in many battles, kept plump from being well-fed. The white leather armor on their chests also had red letter V printed on it.
Amidst the sound of rolling wheels, two large carriages slowly lined up behind the leading horse carriage, advancing forward.
A cute little girl with blonde hair was sitting on the front horse carriage, looking curiously ahead.
In the carriage behind, a brown-haired youth observed his surroundings indifferently