Chapter 132: Chapter 114: Nice to Meet You_l


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    Ange hung his head and trudged towards the vige, looking even more pitiful than the angel skeleton. He was at a loss whether he had picked this demeanour from it.


    If Lisa, Anna and others were here, they would have already softened at this moment: ‘All right, let’s nt the crops and then move on.’


    Unfortunately, no one present was soft-hearted. They ignored Ange’s pathetic look, and Negris even said: “Angel skeleton, you shouldn’t go; your wings are too conspicuous. I won’t go either. Throw me back to the Resting Pce and I will project onto you.”


    Ange let out a sound, “Oh…”.


    The angel skeleton obediently ran to Angel s side, perhaps sensing his bad mood, it was behaving very obediently.


    The wings were torn off and thrown into the Resting Pce. As the holy light swept over, vo, they were not conspicuous anymore.


    Luther and the others looked with a toothache. They were forcibly torn off like this. Although everyone knew that the angel skeleton didn’t feel pain, the scene still made everyone’s teeth sour.


    As a necromancer who won’t feel pain, Negris felt a faint pain in his wings when he saw this scene.


    Ultimately, only Negris himself was thrown back into the Resting Pce.


    The group walked towards the distant Klun Town.


    Not far from there, in a valley, F and the Pdins, who had just escorted Ange, were now kneeling in a row on the ground. Their hands held up above their heads, palms supporting what they had earned from Ange, which wasrgely Magic Crystal Silver Coins.


    In addition to the small packages of holy mushroom powder and holy water, these two things were necessary for home and travel, one for external injuries and the other for diarrhea.


    Shamara, who had somehow procured a set of coarse clothes, was pacing back and forth in front of them, coldly asking: “This is what Ange gave you?”


    Shamara, who had lost sight of the wings manifested by the angel’s descent and was dressed in coarse clothes, did not stand out at all, except for her thin waist.


    However, the dark holy light in her hands made everyone tremble, even the holy light in their hands had ckened, indicating her increasing degree of fall from grace.


    F and the Pdins nodded with bitter faces, sighing in their hearts: now that the extra ie was gone, they hoped to save their lives.


    Shamara was not interested in these things. She shook her head and drew the power of the holy light one by one from their bodies: “Give me the holy light.”


    Shamara’s technique was getting more and more skilled, plundering the holy light did not harm the lives of F and others. It only made them feel as if their bodies had been hollowed out, feeling extremely exhausted.


    When it was the Pdin Captain’s turn, Shamara recognized him and couldn’t help but ask several questions: “You’re healed, was it Ange who cured you?”


    “Yes…yes, Lady…Lady Shamara,” the Pdin Captain wasn’t sure what to call her. Should he call herdy? But she had fallen from grace.


    Should he call her by her name? What if she got angry? While hesitating, he still felt it was better to be respectful, as he was a courteous Pdin, after all.


    “Why do you still have holy light on you?” As Shamara spoke, she drew a cluster of power from the Pdin Captain’s body.


    “Lord Ange helped me recover some.” The Pdin Captain responded obediently.


    Shamara’s eyes lit up: “Indeed, the purest holy light can even help you recover? That’s amazing. This idea isn’t bad. This way, you’re not a believer of the church anymore.”


    Shamara’s words left everyone confused, why weren’t they believers of the church anymore? Isn’t it the purest holy light? Why mention the church? Isn’t it all about belief in light?


    Shamara didn’t exin anything. Instead, she held the Pdin Captain by the shoulder and said: “I’ll help you recover a bit too.” The ck glow from her body flowed into the other party’s body.


    After all the Pdins and F had been plundered of their holy light, they were, in turn, infused with the ck holy light.


    Looking at his own hands, F murmured: “Is this corruption? It’s over, we won’t be able to go back. If we are discovered by the Church of Light, we will be the first ones to be purified.”


    Ange and hispanions entered Klun Town.


    The Bronze Dragon was thrown into the Resting Pce, and the wings of the Angel’s skeleton were torn off. Without these two most conspicuous features, Ange’s group didn’t seem so…. n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Well, they’re still conspicuous, like the Angel’s skeleton without wings, who just looks like a dumb, soulless, fair-skinned, petite little girl.


    She looks just like a little princess from a noble house, appearing on a small town on the edge of the desert, as conspicuous as a stairway to heaven in the night.


    As soon as they entered the small town, they attracted everyone’s attention. Two mercenaries dozing off on the tavern steps at the town entrance brightened their eyes, nudged each other, and one quietly slipped into the tavern.


    The other mercenary stood up and greeted warmly, “Travelers from afar, wee to Klun Town, I am the free mercenary Mark, nice to meet you.”


    It was the first time anyone had greeted him, and Luther replied enthusiastically, “Hello, Mark, my name is Luther, nice to meet you.”


    Luther grew up in the Resting Abyss and this human world was new to him. Klun Town was the first proper human town he hade into contact with, and everything seemed fresh to him.


    “Oh, Luther, that’s a good name. May I ask where youe from and are doing in Klun Town? Is there anything I can assist you with?” Mark asked, smiling warmly and sincerely, just like a friendly neighbor.


    “Oh, thank you so much. We are just passing by. We heard that a Bronze Giant Dragon lurks in the oasis in the desert. We are going to find it because a friend of mine wants to ride it,” Luther exined honestly.


    “Gosh, that’s an excellent idea. You guys are very brave, I wish you sess. This town is thest one before entering the desert. If you need anything, you can get plenty of supplies here, ” Mark replied, looking very impressed. Luther politely declined with a smile, “Thanks, but we’ve already prepared everything we need.”


    “You’re wee, brave travelers, may the Holy Light bless you,” Mark said sincerely.


    “Oh, peace to your soul.” Luther greeted, strolled away, then told everyone, “The people of the Prime Material ne sure are warm and gracious.”


    Everyone nodded in agreement.


    When they had crossed the town and left, a dozen grimace-faced mercenaries emerged from the tavern, looking menacing.


    The mercenary who was dozing off with Mark came over and asked, “What’s their story?”


    Markughed, “Probably some nobles who’ve read too many knight novels. They want to find the Bronze Dragon to ride.”


    The tavern broke into uproariousughter.


    “I hope they don’t wet their pants when they see the Bronze Dragon. Thest time I saw it, I nearly wet mine. It’s several dozen meters long, and just one of its toes is thicker than my waist.”


    “What do you mean ‘nearly’? You did wet your pants.”


    “Okay okay, let’s get ready. These are big fish,” Mark stopped everyone’sughter and urged, “They seem to have a Space Artifact. The horse has a piece of Anti-sand Cover on its head, and it’s not wrapped up. They said they were prepared, so it seems they’ve put their supplies in the Space Artifact.”


    A Space Artifact? Everyone’s eyes lit up when they heard the term. If there’s something of high value, small size, and easy to sell, the Space Artifact undoubtedly tops the list, much more practical than any Divine Artifact or Holy Artifact.


    After all, weapons and armors require a certain user; a sword user doesn’t like knives, armor needs to match body shape, and magic ornaments must be ofpatible attributes, but a Space Artifact can be used by anyone, making it the easiest to sell.


    Everyone quickly left the tavern and got on their horses.


    Mark quickly added, “Don’t hurt them, especially the little girl.’


    “Don’t worry, we won’t harm her, who wouldn’t love such a fair and lovely girl?” The group of men galloped out of the town.


    Mark didn’t join them. A few noble offspring who had read too many knight novels were enough for more than a dozen of them to deal with. He didn’t need to go personally; staying at home might even mean encountering some other big fish.


    Perhaps it was the grace of the God of Luck or the possession by the God of Misfortune, but Mark got what he wished for. A woman arrived just outside the town, a woman who, though dressed in coarse clothes, with skin and face that was to die for. Only her expression seemed somewhat cold.


    “Haha, I love this kind of seemingly cold but passionate type,” Mark eagerly approached her and warmly greeted, “Oh, this beautifuldy, wee to Klun town. My name’s Mark, pleased to meet you..”