The Wizard World - Chapter 275

Chapter 275: White Mist Town (2)

"What?" The three wizards turned around at the same time.

"Can you believe this? I’m sure that the box is not mine, but someone put it in my hand. I don’t even know when it happened. Think twice before you act." Angele stopped for a second then continued, "I believe that if the specter can insert the box into my hand without being noticed, it will be able to stab a dagger into my heart before I can fight back."

"Green, I’m not the same wizard who was defeated by you. Fear will stop you from progressing."

"Admit it. You’re afraid of this thing." Reyline pursed his lips as his sight fell upon the box on Angele’s right palm. "Why did the specter give the box to you instead of us?"

"Come on, there’s no point in arguing right now. It’s not a big deal. We’re still a team." Stigma tried to cool things down.
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Angele and Morrisa waited outside the town quietly and watched the three wizards disappear into the mist.

"Why didn’t you go with them?" Angele wondered.

"The scene I saw in the bedroom was…horrifying. To be honest, I’m just modifying the healing spell models in the Six Ring High Tower. I’m not good at fighting and I hate it. However, I’m sensitive to ghosts and sometimes I can see things that others can’t see…"

"Yeah, I know that the box isn’t yours. It gives off the same feeling as the woman I saw in the bedroom. Why don’t you just try to throw it away?" Morrisa responded in a light tone.

Angele wondered if the whole thing was set up by the Dark Wizard Tower. The organization might want to see if he could survive all the challenges and successfully reach Omandis in one piece.

"Alright."

Angele used his Metal Mastery to take down several large trees and cut into planks. The planks were then tied up by metal strings and stabbed into the mud.

The shelter was relatively small, but it was good enough for two people to stay inside.

Taking down the trees and connecting the planks were not a big problem to him.

Morrisa found some dried branches. She wanted to make a small campfire

and make some food.

Suddenly, he threw the black box into the air.

He applied so much force that the black box was thrown back into the White Mist Town.

Angele turned around quickly and saw Morrisa looking at him with dried branches in arms. She opened her mouth, yet nothing was coming out of it.

Several seconds later, Angele could finally hear Morrisa’s voice again.

Angele was surprised. He looked down.

The scene sent a hint of chillness to Angele’s heart. He was sure that the box was thrown away.

"Nothing, I dropped it by accident." Angele picked the box up.

‘Zero, show me the record. I want to see what happened to me exactly.’ Angele took a deep breath and ordered.

Several seconds later, Angele’s eyes were blurred for a second, and the event that had just happened visualized in his sight. The scene started from when he was still playing with the black box.

He stood in front of the wooden shelter and dropped the black box by accident. It looked like that his body was paralyzed for a second and Morrisa talked to him after picking up the branches around the bushes. They had a short conversation and nothing else happened.

Zero usually used the reflection of energy waves that were released by Angele to record the things happened around him. It was nearly impossible for the record to be wrong. If Angele’s memory differed from what was recorded by the chip, there would be only one way to explain it.

"What the hell is going on…This why I hate ghosts…god." Angele sighed. He tried to open the box, but it was impossible. It was sealed completely, and the lid was fake.

He returned to the wooden shelter and had some mushroom soup cooked by Morrisa.

The wind was hitting the door forcefully. It almost sounded like that there were people crying in a high-pitched tone outside.

A sunflower-shaped black rune flashed upon his nail. It was Stigma’s communication rune.

"We’re doing good. Reyline checked the whole building and nothing happened. We’re having some food right now," Stigma responded.

"Yeah, why?"

"It returned to your feet?" Stigma sounded surprised. "Come on, don’t try to scare me. It’s not funny."

Angele stood up and looked at Morrisa. The lady was too tired and had decided to have a nap.

"I’m sure I threw it away, but…"

Short black hair, pale face, black robe, and a black dagger tied to the belt.

The man’s face was covered in blood. He ran to the wooden shelter at full speed.

"Hey, Green? What happened?" Stigma’s voice was still being transferred from the communication rune. "Alright. Our mushroom soup is almost done, but it’s bland. We need your spices…"

"What the hell? You’re an illusion?"

Angele did not move an inch. He was still trying to figure out which one was the real Stigma.

"Are you Stigma? Show me some evidence!" Angele asked in a deep tone and took one step back.

*CHI*

At the same time, the voice from Stigma’s communication rune changed.

It was a woman imitating Stigma’s voice.