Wizard: Sign In To The Extraordinary Potion At The Beginning

Angelet was sitting in the carriage, looking sideways at the wheat field outside the window.

Bundles of golden straw were standing in the field, some were burning, red and yellow flames were billowing thick smoke, and some were still piling up. Some farmers stooped to pick up loose straw in the field. Others sat cross-legged on the ground and ate.

The blue mountains in the distance are endless, extending to the distance, until they can't see clearly.

"Sir, it looks like it's going to rain, why don't we find a place to shelter from the rain first?" Tom the coachman asked loudly.

"Okay." Angelet agreed.

"There's a mill up ahead, we can go there," Tom replied.

Hearing this, Angelet poked her head out and looked in the direction of the carriage.

In the wheat field ahead on the right, on a higher field ridge, a light yellow windmill slowly approached. This is a country mill.

The huge windmill of the mill turned slowly, making a faint creaking sound. But outside the mill, there seemed to be a carriage already parked. One red, one white. All are horse-drawn carriages.

The wind blowing head-on with the carriage carried a faint smell of wheat grains. Angelet retracted her head and said loudly to Tom.

"It seems that someone has already gone in to take shelter from the rain, come closer to see Uncle Tom.

"Good sir."

The black carriage is a four-seat carriage with two horses, and there is no family imprint on the body. Follow the turn into the path leading to the mill. Two people also came out of the windmill, standing outside and pointing at the rapidly approaching black carriage. I don't know what to say.

Soon, the black carriage stopped next to the red carriage.

Angelet lifted the curtain and got out of the carriage. He patted the folds of his clothes. He put on the original black hunting suit, black leather boots, a red belt around his waist, and a black jeweled dagger. It looks a bit similar to the dress of European military officers on Earth in the previous life. Gives a simple, powerful and cool temperament.

At this time, the two people in the mill turned around and went inside without saying hello to him.

Angelet could see from the back that it was a man and a woman, one was a middle-aged man and the other was an old woman. The man carefully supported the old woman, probably an elder like his mother.

"Come on, Tom. Go in and get out of the rain."

"No need sir, I'll just watch the carriage here." Tom smiled honestly.

"`~ Don't worry. The carriage will be fine." Angelet smiled, he stretched out his hand and patted on the carriage, a little black mist invisible to ordinary people slowly floated into the gap in the carriage

Disappear.

"You don't need it, sir, I can just stay here." Tom shook his head.

Angelet watched as he took out what looked like a raincoat from a box in the front of the carriage and put it on. Knowing he won't listen to his own get off. Can't help shaking his head slightly.

"Then it's up to you." He moved his neck (Zhao De's) and made a crackling sound. Only then did they bypass the carriage and walk towards the mill.

In the mill, a huge gear is slowly turning in the middle. Gears link windmills and stone mills. There was a rattling sound throughout the mill.

But no flour, no wheat. Although the grinding stone machine like a sewing machine is still making noise, only some white flour can be seen from the gap of the machine. It was the wheat flour that had been beaten before. .