Ang boarded the tram bound for the Milaginbi Mountains.
The entire three-day journey was bumpy and dull. He sat by the window the whole time, his head slightly tilted as he watched hills and dense forests flash past, continuously reviewing the information Serl had provided.
Three days later, the tram stopped at the station at Beibei Creek.
Ang stepped off with his luggage. There were not many people around, only soldiers patrolling quietly on the platform. The mountain wind whistled sharply through the pine forest.
He did not linger, turning and heading deep into the mountains.
After entering the dense forest, Ang used Shapeshifting to alter his appearance into Serl's.
He knew every detail had to be flawless—one tiny slip would mean certain death.
Following the route Serl had described, Ang crossed layer upon layer of mountains and dense thickets of thorns.
Compared to the Second Magic Society outpost Leon had revealed, this place was even more remote and concealed.
Ang had already reached a conclusion: Count Steven Brill was most likely secretly working with two magic societies at once—one as an open cover, the other hidden in the shadows to carry out the true plan.
After a week of arduous travel, Ang finally reached his destination.
It was a ravine buried deep beneath the forest. Thick canopies blocked out the sunlight, leaving the ground damp, slippery, and cold.
Ang spotted faint footprints and wheel tracks on the ground, determining that a large number of people had been active here recently. He concealed his presence and carefully followed the traces.
Not long after entering the ravine, a black shadow suddenly leaped from the bushes to the side.
"Serl?!" The newcomer sounded overjoyed. "You brat, you're still alive! We all thought you died back at the manor!"
Ang's heart tightened, but