The Wizard World (Part 2)

Chapter 390: Filtering (1)

Translator: Leo Editor: Frappe

There were only five servants working as attendants. These attendants looked like waiters and waitresses standing at the side.

Angele soon noticed — as he walked closer to them — that they were not living beings.

The attendants’ mouths looked similar to the ones wooden puppets commonly had, and not the hint of the existence of a soul was there in their eyes.

‘Wait… It’s not that they look like wooden puppets, they are wooden puppets,’ Angele thought of this as he focused his gaze on the representatives’ body. He discovered to himself that their skin seemed to be as hard as wood while having the color of human flesh.

The attendant nearest at the front noticed that Angele was walking toward her, so she slightly moved her neck and rolled her soulless eyes, staring at Angele.

"Welcome to Sky City. I’m ‘No. 241’, at your service. Please follow me," the attendant who was wearing a long white dress had a monotonous voice.

Angele was about to return the greeting, but the attendant had already turned away and walked to a small building in the city. The entrance of this particular building was wide open, but inside was dark.

Only one of the puppets conversed with Angele, while the rest of them remained standing in their respective place as they awaited the arrival of the next guest. Another wooden puppet attendant walked out of a different building and took the place of the attendant formerly assigned there.

Angele turned to glance at Bismarck — the man was waving at him while smiling. Bismarck, too, was signing the contract.

Angele no longer bothered himself with the man, as he accompanied the wooden puppet attendant through the door on the left.

It was dark inside, though there were sun rays passing through the gaps between the window. The place was peculiarly hushed.

"Is this the new teleportation gateway? Is there anything you can tell me about this location?" Angele tried to ask the wooden puppet attendant leading the way.

Despite so, the wooden puppet attendant continued her way ahead, almost as if she did not hear his query.

"Sky City has gathered you here because we want to search for the elite of the elites among you. Since we are the administrator of this area, we are allowed to use any resource within our sovereignty. Not only that, we also can ask for the immediate presence of the organization’s members if we do so please," the puppet attendant replied in a monotonous tone.

"Huh?" Angele felt intrigued, "How is it possible for you to ask the elites of the area to come here? It sounds like the organizational structure is quite simple."

"It isn’t about the organizational structure. You must pay for the benefits we are providing you with, or else, you shall be exiled, and your memory shall be erased," the puppet attendant explained.

"Erase my memory? Ha," Angele sneered, but he did not say anything else.

The pair walked slowly through the dark, wooden building. Angele could not see anything around him. To him, it felt like walking into the endless abyss.

The wooden puppet then suddenly carried on with an explanation before Angele even asked any other question.

"The competition will be held across the five major divisions with one sole purpose — to find the elite of the elites. And you can kill your own opponent if you wish."

"I can kill my opponent?" Angele’s eyes squinted, "What are you implying, then? That the organization thinks the benefits it provides to its elite members are good enough for them to fight to the death?"