Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

"Wake up and get ready to go."

After being woken up, Angelica quickly got up and tidied her clothes, only to find that the place had become ruins and was no longer the former residence.

The brown men's clothes were put aside, with some traces of burial on them. She could only go back to the corner and put them on and tighten the loose trousers with a belt.

Wearing a somewhat large men's fur hat, he looks like a sheepherder, and his hair at the back is tied into braids to save trouble.

"Let's go. It's probably just you and me on the road. You have to learn to adapt."

"I have never traveled far in this way, please excuse me."

"Well, you can stay here if you don't want to follow. The dangers are the same. You may be caught by scattered bandits here, and there is also a risk of death on the road."

Hermione reiterated that war is indispensable for rogues, and she had to explain it. Wilkin probably won't go.

"There's no point in me staying here. I just want to go home quickly, otherwise my parents who have been kicked out may not be able to insist on my coming back."

The thought that her creditors could learn that she had been robbed in the Southern Continent. Angelica felt uneasy. The few remaining properties in her family would definitely be taken away by them.

"I just happened to go inside Yasen to see if there is anything I need. Just follow me all the way."

After explaining the rules on the road, Wilkin came over with a stick and a simple envelope covered with dust.

"Sir, I thought about it and decided not to go. If it's convenient, just bring me a letter. The reward can be paid to you by my son. Can you help me?"

"Give it to Angelica, you'd better not stay in such an obvious place, leave the town and go live in the village for a few days."

"Some of us who survived have decided to go to Ukana Village inside. I wish you good luck."

Angelica collected the envelope, listened to Wilkin's explanation, and then followed Hermione out of here.

After walking out of the ruins of the town that had turned into ruins, she looked back and saw that it was completely different from the prosperity when she first arrived. No one expected this ending.

Except for those who died, those who could leave have already left. The ones who stay here are those who are reluctant to part with their assets. Just like myself, they hope to encounter that moment of change, but they almost die in the end.

"Take my hand."

Hermione grabbed Angelica, who was still immersed in sadness, and headed directly to the ancient forest. She was not afraid that the traces would be exposed here, because she had already left.

Wrapped in dizziness, Angelica held on to the big tree on the side and vomited. She looked at the thread-like scenery before she stopped here after an unknown amount of time.

Standing on the ground, I felt an indescribable feeling of discomfort. I quickly held on to the tree trunk to relieve my dizzying feeling of weakness. I lowered my head and opened my mouth to keep retching.

"We have arrived at Capiva State. Please rest for a while. After passing here, we will enter the ancient forest."

Hermione's voice sounded, and she took a breath before replying, "Then... so fast? I didn't even see the Pernambu River, no~ I didn't see anything at all."

"If you want to feed the crocodiles in the Pernambu River, I can take you back, and your soul will be the reward."

"Forget it, it's good for me to rest here for a while."

The current place is separated from Caruaru State by the Pernambu River, Bahia State, and Das State. Angelica subconsciously felt that this was possible.

If only Hermione had come here before the war came, all this could be undone, and she might be able to repel those extremely evil people.

The support turned into a backrest, and my thoughts returned to the fire and roar of that night. Didn't I remember how chaotic it was so quickly?

The flash of fire and the sound of gunfire scared her so much that she hugged herself and sat on the ground. Hermione walked out of the forest on the side holding a rifle.

It didn't seem like she was going hunting, and she didn't know when the gun came. Did she just get a gun? When did she leave?

"It will be good to get used to it in the future, and it will be good to learn to shoot."

The small revolver was thrown in front of her. The bullet holes were filled with bullets. Its dark yellow color was a little chilly.

Hermione just sensed that there was a group of gangsters nearby and borrowed two guns, but she felt that they were not as useful as her extraordinary abilities.

"Can you teach me? I don't know how to deal with someone as amazing as you."

Angelica's voice was weak and out of breath, and she tremblingly picked up the gun in front of her. Hermione taught her to turn on the safety and point into the distance.

"Go and get yourself a supper. There are six bullets in here, enough for you."

After briefly talking about aiming and grasping, Hermione sat on the stone and looked at the newly lit bonfire. She had to learn something in the wild.

With a worried heart, Angelica silently recited the actions Hermione just said and walked into the wilderness on the roadside. There are many animals, big and small, around, including rabbits, rats with big front teeth...

After hearing the six gunshots, Hermione didn't pay too much attention. Angelica, who was a little nervous, came back with the gun in both hands, and it seemed that nothing had been hit.

A novice like her only has the chance to fire the first shot, and the time it takes to react gives the animal enough chance to escape.

"There's no need to be depressed. Go ahead and eat these wild fruits. I've seen them and they're not poisonous."

Putting away the handed pistol, she continued to watch the somewhat clumsy Angelica picking berries from the bushes.

There are also large wild fruits, with reflective white-green skin on the outside, hanging on trees, and white pulp with a slight dairy flavor inside. But they were all at the top of the big tree, and Angelica hesitated to go up.

"You are starving to death. Do you still care about etiquette? I didn't care at all."

"You're right." With the help of the separated tree branches, Angelica climbed up carefully.

'You have to rely on yourself for everything, I hope you understand, it's just bankruptcy. 'Hermione said something in her mind before picking up a stick and poking at the wood of the campfire.

Angelica, whose feet were a little weak, came back with the fruits she picked and wanted to share some with Hermione as a token of her gratitude.

"I don't need it. You can break it in half with a stone and roast it next to the fire. When it's cooked, it will be very fragrant and smell like milk, and the original astringent taste will be gone."

"I've heard of this milk fruit, let me try it."

Angelica cracked open the fruits and placed them in a circle around the campfire, then ate some of the smaller berries. After a while, a familiar smell lingered around her.

She wrapped the fruit with a black shell in a large leaf, picked it up, and mixed it into a paste with a washed wooden stick and drank it. It's sweet, eat it along with the little seeds.

"Have a good rest after eating. Don't worry about danger." Hermione reminded, lying on her spider silk hammock and looking at the still clear night sky.