The man was like a lone wolf traveling in the night, silent, not entangled in anything in the world, and swift as a cheetah.
When the man ran past the central street of Moonwater City, he suddenly halted and let out a single word.
“Um?”
It was a high, pleasant tune. A woman.
“Strange. I felt a trace of a phantom. Maybe the Goman King made a pact with the people from Brute Cavern?” Fear appeared in the woman’s eyes. If it really was a phantom, she would die the moment she ran into it. “Shit. It’s only a freaking headwear, and they’re after me for two years! Don’t tell me the crown isn’t only a sign of authority but also holds something else?”
She did not dare to linger. She only glanced towards where she felt the phantom, shivered, and ran away without looking back.
She was looking towards the Bounty Guild.
Angor dreamed under the gentle moonlight. His hands uncontrollably scratched his back, and his face showed great pain.
No one could see that some jade-green lines began to stretch out starting from the bladebones on his back. Bit by bit, like creeper vines…
Angor was woken up by Mara’s knock on the door.
He opened the door with sleepy eyes and saw Mara in his black robe, as well as the grandchildren, already dressed up.
Um, why were they up so early?
Aleen’s answer solved his confusion. “Brother Padt, we already finished lunch. Why are you still in bed?”
Lunch? Angor was more confused. If he remembered correctly, Mara said they would board the ship at noon.
Angor showed some embarrassment. He thought about an idea and cleared his throat. “Sorry, I packed my things late into the night. So… wait a minute, I’ll be ready soon.”
Angor closed the door before waiting for an answer.
Mara did not say anything against the shut door. He only led a confused Aleen and an indifferent Alan downstairs.
Looking at the busy scenes outside the window, Angor finally realized how late it was. He could only go and wash up quickly without figuring out what happened.
When he got dressed and asked the inn servant to carry his luggage, Angor finally began pondering what he just went through.
He laid down at a fine time yesterday, so why was he woken up by noon? Angor was always on time about everything, now this was new for him.
Angor considered for quite a while, and the only thing he could remember was that his sleep last night was not really smooth. He felt itchy on his back as if there were ants crawling in the veins under his skin which caused terrible itchiness and indescribable pain.
Did that have something to do with his sleep-in?
He scratched his back unconsciously. Everything was fine.
Just an illusion in the dream?
Angor did not get an answer even after joining Mara and everyone else, so he simply gave up. Maybe he was just mentally tired.