Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

"Who are you? Are you from the Wandering Soul? We have not violated our agreement."

There was fear and shrinkage in the rough voice. The man wrapped in loose coarse cloth dropped the old-fashioned rifle in his hand, turned back and ran forward. In panic, he seemed to be pulled back after something fell.

Hermione, who came from the darkness, saw him talking about hunting down the fleeing people and appeared in front of him out of thin air, so this scene happened.

His Tutanese was a bit rusty, and he occasionally jumped out a few words in Highland. His skin was lighter than that of the indigenous people, and his facial contours looked more like those of mixed race.

"Who are you going after?"

Hermione hung him upside down in the air, waved the nearby trees into debris and piled them under his head, and raised her right hand burning with black flames.

"It's Ksar, Upaca of Ksar. They are hunting for an escaped slave and have issued a reward."

Seeing the person standing there, he still had no intention of stopping. He continued to explain that he was just here to make some money, and there was no need to lose his life.

"We all know that the person who escaped was not a slave, otherwise they wouldn't have gone around in such a large circle to find him in the village. They just have different beliefs."

Village? Hermione, who got useful clues, continued to ask him to continue, where is the village?

"In the Hopi tribe, it takes some time to go north from here, but I think they were all killed by Ksar's people."

"It's okay, just lead the way and take me there. What's your name?"

The man who fell into the sawdust jumped up immediately when he heard this, and his instinctive fear stopped him from escaping.

"My name is Manco, and I come from Shepawa, which is the border between the highlands and the west. Master Priest, can you just take me outside? If someone from Ksar sees me, I will die here."

Manco's tone didn't match his fierce appearance at all. He was as submissive as he could be, but it almost touched his feet.

People with extraordinary power here are respected as priests, and the priests in the tribe are high priests.

Hermione, who showed her ability, was naturally substituted by Manco subconsciously. These people who have the ability to communicate with the gods, heaven and earth, and have various extraordinary means are existences they must respect.

"Do you think I can't defeat those people in Ksar?"

Manco, who was directly blocked, didn't know how to speak. He could only wipe his sweaty face with his hands. Why did he meet him!

"You are nothing like the local people. You lack courage. I won't embarrass you, just bring it to a nearby place."

"Thank you for your understanding and please follow me."

Manco, who didn't dare to say anything, packed up his clothes and walked forward quickly, hoping to leave quickly.

Hermione, who followed behind, used divination to confirm the truth of the news.

No problem, it’s related to the purpose of coming here. If you need some more necessary media, you can go directly to find the person.

"What is Ksar? How much do you know?"

Manco, who was nervous, almost tripped over the flat road when he heard these words. Why did you seem to understand what you said before?

"Ksa is the largest ruling tribe in Arequipa. It is said that they have been managing this place for His Majesty the God of Death, waiting for the day when the dead monarch returns."

Local indigenous forces? Those who can hunt down the people who come out must have some understanding of the legend of the Golden Kingdom. Arolds's tips are quite useful, but if you are rude, you will be beaten.

If there is no substantial progress, you can consider visiting the Kesar tribe.

"Who is Upaca?"

"He is a priest of Ksar. It is said that he can summon the souls of the dead and easily harvest the souls of a village. It is very terrifying."

Manco said as many words as possible that made him think of horror and fear, trying to shake Hermione's mind. He didn't want to die now, nor did he want to die there in the past.

"It doesn't look like a demigod. Okay, you can go on your own when you get there."

"Thank you, thank you~"

The muttering Manco breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the shack filled with black smoke, and his limp body almost fell to his knees.

When he looked to the side again, Hermione was no longer there. He lay down and rolled into the grass on a slope.

"It's terrible. Let's get out of here and try our luck at Lake Guadevita next door."

After waiting for a while and not seeing anyone else, Manco lowered his body and left here along the ditch on the roadside. In the distance in the direction he was going, there were mountains with white tops.

In the unknown village of the Hopi tribe, apart from the common local round shanty houses, Hermione only saw the messy ground and abandoned things.

Judging from the traces on the road, they must have dispersed and moved away from here. There was a smell of blood in some places. When the covered door was pushed open, what one saw was a dead person hanging on a shelf. There were more than a dozen corpses in the same miserable state spread underneath.

The blood has been sucked dry, and the remaining spirit has disappeared and been erased. No wonder the traces are so small.

The divination mirror showed that the people on Kesar's side killed some of the people here and went towards the mountain, and some of the people fled here.

'You must not die, brother! You can die however you want when you take me in. '

By getting a medium to divination an outsider who had lived here for a long time, she got the appearance of the target, a middle-aged man with dark brown skin.

The picture revealed is ordinary, wearing a feather braided hat, without any extra dazzling brilliance.

She walked towards the mountain without thinking too much, she should be able to make it in time.

The soaring eagle transformed into a sharp arrow and swooped down, then raised its side to avoid the short arrow shot by Connor. Sharp claws clenched, waiting for the next fatal blow.

Connor tore off the rags and wrapped the open wound on his left arm and hid under the low trees again. Unexpectedly, he was now so weak that he couldn't even deal with a slightly ferocious animal.

The people behind are catching up soon. If this continues, they will not be able to solve the problem of the falcons who have remembered the Bobandak brothers.

He ran out of the empty hillside, and the falcon that was circling and waiting swooped down again. The sudden drop in temperature around him made his body hard and stagnant.

The short arrow that lost its strength flew out and fell into the haystacks on the ground not far away. The falling sharp claws scratched several bloody marks on his chest.

They are here. How are the people in the village doing? Has he been brutally murdered?

A ray of light flashed through his pupils, allowing him to break free from the rigidity of being controlled. He raised his hand to sweep the Falcon's wooden bow, but the opponent easily dodged it.

But the cold feeling hit him again, making his hands stop here again. The other party obviously wanted him alive, otherwise he would have killed him long ago.

Looking at the falcon that swooped down again and opened its claws, his face changed too drastically, and he felt the relief that he had been waiting for for a long time. Maybe this was an opportunity.

At that moment, the stagnant hand closed on the falcon whose claws were piercing his chest, and rolled downwards holding the target, which was almost half his size.

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