The current consensus in the Wizards’ Realm was that there might be some sort of massive Magical Energy Array underground, draining the elemental energy for its own use. But despite many years having passed, no one had found this so-called “Magical Energy Array.”
Returning to Edge Island this time, Sanders expected to stay for a while and considered exploring the mystery of the elemental disappearance once more.
After about half a day, as the evening’s rosy afterglow gradually faded from the edge of the sky, the Goddess of Night spread out her starry canopy, returning the world to silence.
At this moment, a Gondola streaking through the clouds suddenly came to a halt.
Through the pale mists, they could see a land not far away, dotted with houses.
There lay their destination, Angel’s homeland—the Goldfinch Empire, Yamei Province, one of Waterford’s subordinate towns, Gru Town.
As Angel gazed at his distant homeland, there was no homesickness in his eyes, only concern.
In the imagery that Dororo had sent back then, Pat Manor was enshrouded in a faint blood light. Now, looking closer, he could still see the blood light, and it was even clearer.
Sanders also noticed the blood light and frowned, “This kind of blood light is a bit strange, seems like some kind of seal projection?”
A seal? Angel looked towards Sanders, wanting more explanation, but Sanders did not speak further and instead stepped off the Gondola first.
Angel stowed the Gondola away and, along with White Bear, also descended from the sky.
They landed right on a road, with fields and pastures on either side. Following the road forward would lead them straight to Gru Town.
“There’s a weird energy swirling within that manor; let’s go check it out first,” Sanders said, heading in the direction of Gru Town.
The time was now during the Resurrection Moon, the midst of deep winter.
Gru Town was covered in a heavy snow, and the mountains and forests were a white expanse. The town of Gru in the distance was also blanketed in snow. With strong winds stirring up the snow dust, it seemed as though the world was enveloped in a white veil.
From afar, the pastures echoed with the bleating of sheep.
Angel turned to look and saw flocks of winter sheep stepping through the snow, walking in lines toward the pen, and he could vaguely make out the figures of herdsmen with whips behind the sheep.
Seeing this scene, Angel’s heart was somewhat relieved.
From that corner of the pasture, one could generally observe the situation across most of Gru Town. Since the herdsmen were still at work and the sheep were marching in such an orderly manner, it seemed that the residents of Gru Town hadn’t been affected.
At least, Euilca’s madness might still be suppressed by Suise to a controllable edge.
Soon, they arrived near the sentry post of Gru Town.
“There used to be traces of Illusion Technique around here,” Sanders said glancing at Angel. “Did you do this?”
Angel nodded, “When the Goldfinch Empire was engulfed in war, to prevent the townspeople from being affected, I set up an illusion. After the war ended, I dispelled it.”
Inside the sentry post was a Knight, huddled inside his armor, warming himself by the fire.
This Knight was no stranger to Angel; he was the son of Uncle George, the Sheriff of Gru Town, Jordan.
Perhaps too exhausted, Jordan was dozing off at the post, breathing steadily, in a light slumber.
Angel and the others passed the sentry post without waking him.
The streets in the town were clean, with the snow having been swept to the sides. This also indicated that the townspeople were likely not experiencing anything out of the ordinary.
Since it was deep winter and night had already fallen, most families were staying inside. Occasionally, someone looked out the window and saw Angel and the others but, given White Bear’s peculiar attire and Sanders’s chilling aura, no one dared to come out.