Chapter 507: [507] The strange patterns.

Using his wings to propel himself, he took a good look at the surroundings from above.

The others were used to him doing this now, although the people from the Wellington's family did look at him with odd gazes.

"Must be nice to have a bloodline that strong."

One commented, and went on to do his business. The rest looked at him from afar, admiring his wings.

Nevertheless, they all had important duties to do, some scout teams had gone and were nowhere to be seen.

"...The heck?"

From the skies, Alan commented, his voice laced in confusion as his mind tried to comprehend the strange...patterns.

The patterns the grass formed was of squares and triangles. The triangles were formed by the patches of blue grass, and the squares by the patches of green. However, a difference as small as this could be discerned from the ground.