Even though the people around were dressed in odd and bizarre ways, only these two caught Boli’s attention.
They were the only ones standing still, and they exuded an aura that was completely different from that of the surrounding people.
Both of the men looked extremely frail, one of them with a very handsome face but a pained expression, combined with his malnourished figure, he looked extremely haggard.
The other man was also very frail, his frailty purely that of an ill young man, his skin so pale and colorless that it looked as if a breeze could blow him away.
For some reason, Boli felt that the haggard-looking man seemed familiar.
However, Boli didn’t think much about it, as she was now carefully observing the ill young man because she noticed that he was looking at Angel with a peculiar gaze.
The look was very intense, as if he saw a treasure, cautious yet very earnest.
Boli looked back at Angel, and at that moment, Angel was also looking at the ill young man, but compared to the joy in the young man’s eyes, Angel’s gaze was somewhat cold.
Who were they? It seemed as if they knew Angel?
Caught between two gazes, Boli felt uneasy, and her steps, previously intended to move beside Angel, were forcibly halted.
Moments later, caught between one fervent and one cold gaze, Boli still retreated and discreetly moved to the side to quietly observe the turn of events.
Angel’s unusual behavior also caught Nausicaa’s attention.
She followed Angel’s gaze: “Do you know those people over there?”
Angel didn’t speak because, as Nausicaa was asking, the sick-looking youth was walking towards him.
When he stood still in front of Angel, the intense gaze became even more evident.
Nausicaa couldn’t help but frown as well.
Angel and the sick-looking youth remained silent, but the one who eventually broke the silence was the other somewhat haggard-looking young man: “Winchester, what are you doing over here? These apprentices, do you know them?”
Winchester opened his mouth to reply, but then a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The blood fell to the ground, turning into a fiery-red magma, melting a few small holes into the even surface of the road.
Brufen looked at Winchester with distaste: “Didn’t you just drink a coagulation potion? Why are you throwing up again?”
Winchester: “The coagulation potion has developed resistance; lasting an hour is already good. The reason I came with you this time was to improve the coagulation potion, right?”
Brufen stepped back, he actually wouldn’t care if Winchester vomited blood, but because Winchester worried that his blood would be used against him by other Transcendents, he always made it turn into high-temperature magma upon hitting the ground.
Due to the Calamity Curse in Brufen’s body not yet fully dissipated, he had been affected by bad luck many times, leading to Winchester’s blood being spilled on him.
He had been burned countless times during this period, so Brufen instinctively stepped back as soon as he saw Winchester vomiting blood.
“Turn your head around, don’t talk to me,” Brufen stepped back again: “Now, answer the question I asked before, why did you come over here?”
Winchester’s gaze moved away from Angel’s unfamiliar face and finally settled on the lobe of Angel’s left ear.