Angele’s ambition had never changed ever since he reincarnated into this world. He would do whatever he could to increase his power.
He jumped over the fences easily, then he slowed down his footsteps.
Angele walked to the stone house slowly and stood in front of the door.
An arched window could be seen right beside the door.
He slowly pressed his hands against the glass and released some silver metal liquid onto its surface. The liquid transformed into a small metal snake. It went into the house through the gaps and opened the window.
In front of the window, it was a large single bed. Nancy was sleeping with her face down under a thin red blanket, her long golden hair trailed on the white pillow, and one of her arms were outside the blanket. Nancy was breathing slowly. She was probably having a nice dream.
Angele grabbed some yellow dust from his pouch and sprinkled it on Nancy’s bed.
