Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Different from usual, Oneida found for the first time that the people in Puer were so polite and actually just let the outsiders leave instead of capturing them as sacrifices.

I looked back at the spiders with fangs behind me. Is this why the other party was so polite?

The leader held up a spear, and the people behind drew their bows. The group of seven or eight people planned to retreat and leave directly. The three spiders behind them could kill them.

"People from Pu'er, I am Oneida of the Bafken tribe, not an outsider. Your Excellency has something to ask your chief."

"Why are you talking so much? The other party is about to run away."

Hermione pulled out the dead wood stick next to her and moved directly to the front to let the group of people get out of control and pile up together, so that she could talk to herself properly.

The man who fell to the ground tried to struggle to escape, but was watched by the spiders that surrounded him, and stayed where he was, watching with some anger and fear.

"I have no problem with you. If you don't do this, you won't listen well. I'm sorry."

"I want to ask your high priest something. You can go back and tell me, or I can go by myself. I hope you can understand."

After throwing away the stick in her hand, Hermione could finally have a good talk with this group of people.

Oneida also recalled the moment with some dazzling eyes. The man in front of him was the real warrior, and he was not worth mentioning at all.

"Your Majesty wants to see our high priest. My name is Chap. You have to let us leave."

"You go, just tell the truth. If you hide it and something irreparable happens, don't blame me, do you understand?"

The change in Hermione's eyes impressed several people even through the black gauze, and the spiders also stood behind her in fear.

The lanky man at the head obviously softened his tone, and after receiving Hermione's permission, he quickly disappeared into the dense forest with his teammates.

"Let's keep walking. Sometimes this can solve a lot of unnecessary troubles. Of course, the premise is that you can keep yourself safe."

"it is good."

Oneida, who had a lot to say in her heart, finally said one word and continued walking inside with Hermione.

She kept looking forward. The figure of the person next to her seemed to have a magical power, and she would be attracted to her accidentally.

The spiders guarding both sides seemed to have a similar feeling, as if they were of the same kind.

The tangle of lanes disappears and a road becomes as wide as it used to be to accommodate vehicles.

The mountain people of the Pu'er tribe in primitive clothes were waiting there. The leader had feathers on his head like a peacock's tail and held a luminous spear in his hand.

The face covered with tattoos and oil paintings looks like he has passed middle age, but the overall look is still very powerful, with the majesty of commanding the tribe.

The others were bows and arrows and a few old-fashioned firearms, gathered around as if watching the fun.

In the forest behind are some round thatched houses, like shanties, where many ordinary women and children work, busy making ends meet for the day.

Oneida, who saw this formation, did not have any stage fright and walked up to explain to the leader. Hermione was observing the surroundings in a friendly manner, and it was okay to explain first before taking action.

From the conversation, I learned that the clan leader in front of me was named Nzinga. The high priest did not show his face. The spear in his hand should be regarded as a powerful 'Level 2' sealed object.

It is still so easy to hold it for so long, and the light inside has not changed. It seems that the control is pretty good.

"Outsiders, what are you here for? You are not welcome here." Nzinga knew this and spoke to Hermione vigilantly.

"It's nothing. I'm here to pick a flower and see if you are missing anyone who has pledged to the clan alliance. Of course, it would be better to take a look at your high priest. I can sense her."

"Don't go too far, foreigner. Just pick whatever you want and leave without disturbing us?"

"It's such a pity. I just looked around."

Hermione didn't force it. After all, the oath of clan alliance was to be engraved in the history of her tribe and passed down to future generations. Even if they beat me up before and give me some sweet treats, there is no need to force it now.

There is a different atmosphere deep in the tribe's shanties, like a curse, silence or something like that.

She disappeared directly here and came to the source. A woman with dark skin and thick upper and lower lips sealed by nails sat in the middle and looked at Hermione who came forward.

Her hair is curly and fluffy, and she has a string of white animal teeth on her neck, which is a magical item. Her chest is wrapped in brown linen, and her lower body is made of a short skirt made of animal skin.

She is wearing different jewelry on her hands and feet, and has strong local-style tattoos on her face and body. She looks like an ordinary local woman in her thirties.

Nzinga and others outside were not too panicked when they saw Hermione who had disappeared instantly. The high priest and his mother had just told everyone not to worry too much.

Oneida, who stayed here, was also ordered by Nzinga to take her to rest. She could go or stay as she pleased. Now the oppression brought by outsiders made them put aside their internal fighting.

Those few spiders climbed to the side of the tree to keep watch, and the tribesmen ignored them.

The seated woman invited Hermione to sit on the floor without too many worries or unnecessary emotions.

"My name is Nzingo, and I am the priest of the tribe here. If you have anything to say, please ask. You are very strong and deserve our respect."

Nzingo's closed mouth did not open, and the voice appeared here out of thin air.

"My name is Hermione Evanna Sauron. I am a traveler from afar. I stopped by to pick a flower. Of course it would be better if I could join your clan alliance oath."

"I seem to have heard something about the family represented by one of your names. It seems that these are not brags. My spirituality tells me that I cannot spy on you, and my first thought is to leave."

"I would like to ask, is your belief in the former emperor or the later bound god?"

"I believe in the great, immortal God of Death, who is the home and king of us all."

"I understand. You'd better let the people in your tribe take shelter. People from outside are about to attack and come in. You should have something exposed."

After saying that, the atmosphere in the room became a little subtle. As a skilled curse artist, Hermione knew that the curse contained here could severely damage the saint. It was worthy of being the place where the person in front of her lived.

Nzingo sighed helplessly, even though he didn't make any move, it was really felt.

"It seems that the traitor is really not dead and has brought outsiders here. Thank you for informing me. Just go and get what you want."

She was not too flustered, as if she already understood everything. In addition to treating Hermione with respect, she also acted too out of line and inconsistent with her status.

"You can find people in Minato to cooperate. There is no need for this. At this level, you should understand that the God of Death has fallen, and even if there is one, it is someone's vest. Because it is very simple, the God of War has also fallen."

Hermione analyzed some of the truth on her own based on the information she had received previously. But what does this have to do with me? It’s not the death of the original witch. It’s best to expose your uniqueness and sequence 1 characteristics to yourself when you die.