(27) Training camp [2]

Wooden carriages moved towards the candidates. Compared to the carriage that Veren rode while coming to Desprit city, it was like comparing a clean lake to a sewage. 

The exterior was made of low quality woods and no ingots or any kind of polishing done to it. 

The commoners in the group were still excited, however the candidates from noble or royal lineage had dark or no reaction at all. 

'Kids mood really does change quickly...' Veren remembered their mood before the dozen carriages appeared. 

Veren's index finger twitched, causing him to squint his eyes. 

Crack~ 

He bit off one of his black nails and spit it beside his foot. 

Keilene flinched and walked a few steps towards Veren worriedly. The others who took glances at Veren for his mask and Duke noble lineage were shocked. Some even sported a frown at his action.