The Wizard World (Part 1) Completed

Chapter 71: Settling Down (2)

“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 helmet, showing a blue face. The man had fin-like ears, blue skin, and white pupils — clearly not a human being.

“You Merfolk are so sensitive to mysterious powers. Since you mentioned 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 time I encountered such mysterious power was around 13 years ago. I can still recall it.” The merman 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 merman 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 moments, he heard the guards leaving.

“Merfolk 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 came from, quickly reaching his newly-bought shop. No one else was around, but he could still see the leftover footprints of the thugs. Someone 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 something 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 customers on the line.

Angele could smell the delectable scent of a freshly baked meat pie, making him salivate from hunger. He inhaled once, relishing the smell before sitting at an empty table. Albeit busy, the place wasn’t crowded; several waiters and waitresses were entertaining the customers.

“Hello, what would you like to order?” A waitress saw Angele sitting down, so she came 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 Meat Pie. We also have the Sesame Sweet Bread, Deep Fried Doughs, and the Vegetable Pies,” the waitress said, her voice crisp.

“Can I have a Scallion Meat 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 payment. It took about 10 minutes for the dish to arrive. The meat pie had a golden crispy exterior; the minced meat and scallion were mixed up inside its filling. Angele sliced it into pieces and put some 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 wholesome and succulent taste instantly turned Angele into a fan of the meat pie.