The Wizard World (Part 2)

Chapter 275: White Mist Town (2)

Translator: Leo Editor: Frappe

"Stigma!" Angele suddenly shouted as the three stepped into the gate.

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

Angele raised the black box in his right hand.

"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."

The three hesitated for a second but Reyline shook his head.

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

"It's not fear," Angele replied calmly. "You don't have to take the risk. We survived all the challenges and Omandis is right in front of us. You can't fight what you can't see."

"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?"

Angele remained silent as he had no answer to that question.

"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.

"Let's go." Reyline shook his head and turned around, vanishing into the white mist of the town. Stigma had an apologetic smile on his face. He nodded slightly then entered the town with Hikari quickly.

Angele and Morrisa waited outside the town quietly and watched the three wizards disappear into the mist.

It was getting darker. The clouds thickened, and the wind was getting stronger.

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

Morrisa hesitated for a second and responded.

"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..."

"Huh? Even when they don't want you to see them?" Angele narrowed his eyes.

"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 recalled the challenges he encountered during the trip. He had some troubles with the Cloud Bees and storm spirits, but they dodged the other ones easily after listening to Stigma's advice. Morrisa was a weak light wizard, but she helped a lot when Stigma was severely injured.

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.

Angele shook his head and sighed with mixed emotions. "Let's find a place to stay around the area and wait for them to eliminate the ghost."

"Alright."

They walked into the forest and found a small empty ground.

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.

About half an hour later, a small wooden shelter was built up. The walls and roof were covered with a thin layer of silver metal. He wanted to make sure that the shelter was good enough to handle the possible storm.