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Like before, no one paid attention to Angor’s return, Those who were hostile would not show their aggression in front of Goode, and the other people would simply keep ignoring the kid.
As they walked, Angor was still thinking over his conflict with Hookdick. He did not wish to be addressed as a weakling again or fall into another helpless situation. However, he was too weak, and this was an undeniable fact.
After leaving the beach area, it did not take long for them to reach civilization.
There was a road along the forest, and an intersection where a great river joined the sea. Several fishing boats were parked along the shore. When watched from afar, there seemed to be people working on the boats.
The group followed behind the Phantom Servants and walked upstream. Every now and then, a flagpole could be seen placed along the river, probably to indicate the water levels.
They kept walking and saw houses on the side of the mountain. Occasional passers-by entered their view too. The salty smell of the sea was gradually replaced by civilization.
Strangely, the Phantom Servants dressed in a really weird way by covering themselves under those black robes in such hot weather. The other people were not exactly wearing ordinary clothes either. Angor believed an onlooker would certainly notice them. However, none of the passengers paid them any attention. Even if someone would look in their direction, their focus did not lie on the group.
After a little bit more of walking, they could see Twilight Town.
The town was built along one side of the mountain. All houses were constructed with white bricks, with their backs facing the sea. The gardens in front of the houses were full of colorful flowers under the sunlight. Apart from the wide main road, all the other roads and paths were exquisitely maintained using fine prismatic stones. White sand, white tiles, white fences… The whole town was covered in a warm, white color and a foreign aura.
“Ah, the whiteness hurts my eyes. Some bloody paint would make the place look better,” Someone sneered.
Angor recognized that voice and checked. Yup, it was Hookdick. His neck was bandaged. Looked like the Phantom Servants took him away to treat him.
People felt disgusted at those words but no one joined him.
“Brute,” Someone humphed.
Hookdick did not mind being called a brute, but the young man with dark brown skin gazed at the speaker in anger.
“What? I wasn’t talking about you and you assumed it by yourself?” The speaker muttered. He was obviously afraid of the dark-skinned young man.
Hookdick looked at Angor and quickly revealed rage. However, he could not do anything with the Phantom Servants around. He let out wicked laughter, made a neck-slit gesture, and turned away.
Angor sighed. He could not avoid Hookdick’s grudge now. Angor was not afraid of these matters. He knew he would attract foul attention by coming here without going through the deathmatches. Still, he did not expect it to come so soon.