Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

The high-rise buildings in the Yassenmarentin district near the Yildi River were followed by Tatiana, who held her hands in front of her body and looked at the residents below who were carrying things.

There was a tall, thin man inside. His face was a little pale, as if he hadn't seen the sun.

His eyes were focused on the blond body in front of the window, not hiding his desire at all.

"They should have left. Where could they have gone? It's a pity that the Tillings family has already retreated."

With some regret, she turned back to the man and said a few words indifferently. After all, she came too late and couldn't force him.

"Actually, Your Majesty Saint, you can still find them if you want to, it just takes some time."

The feminine man echoed nervously, which also meant that his mission this time was completed.

"No need, your merits seem to be enough. How are you playing the instigator?"

"I have already digested it. Those radical lunatics from the Star Word Society were easily provoked into hatred. I really want to thank them."

"Come to me tonight to claim your reward, it will be a surprise."

After looking back, Tatiana left with a meaningful smile. The man who was still staying there clenched his fists and waved, wishing that night would come soon.

Hermione, who was walking on the streets of Arequipa, felt a chill coming over her for no reason, and subconsciously tightened her body and looked around.

Why are you still afraid of the cold? Is it a sign of approaching danger?

Except for a few manor-style buildings around here, most of them are indigenous shantytowns, which are far less prosperous than the areas in the east, let alone the northern continent where civilization is progressing faster.

The Quesa tribe is located in the eastern area of ​​Arequipa. They built their own stone city on the gentle slope at the foot of the mountain.

From the bottom here, the scale is quite large. The stone city and here are clearly separate, like two worlds.

I didn’t seem to have heard of it before, and I didn’t expect that there was a ferryman-level existence.

Could it be that the premonition was a danger from within? I didn't see much of a threat myself.

Having already arrived under the big tree, she was a little hesitant to go now, but her intuition alerted her, so she decided to wait first.

For safety reasons, Hermione sat back in the tree and went back to see it later in the evening.

In the pyramid temple made of stones, the high platform in the middle enshrines a skeleton entangled with thorns. The dim candlelight below illuminates the surrounding inner walls, which are fused with white bones of various shapes.

The high priest of Ksar, who wore a feather headdress as long as his hair, knelt down and prayed devoutly before looking back at the uninvited guest.

The unusually beautiful brown-haired woman swept away the heavy stains of blood on the ground that had not dried up, formed a simple ice chair, and sat down on her own.

He seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the surrounding environment. Due to his status as an outsider, he did not get angry. He just smiled and winked at the high priest of Ksar, with an undisguised charm.

"Your Excellency, it seems that we have no grudges. Besides, we are not easy to mess with."

After hesitating for a moment, the high priest of Kesa quickly got rid of the other party's interference. He was so cold that he had already lost his feelings.

"I know, but it seems like they can't spare their time. Don't get excited, I'm not interested in you, I only like a warm embrace."

"what are you up to?"

That's how smart people are, they talk all at once! Likoris put away his charm. He was really not interested in this thing that looked like bones. It would be better to find more passionate young people.

"I heard that you received a brilliance from that legendary place."

"We will not give in." The nervous High Priest Kesa stared at the visitor unkindly.

"Don't be nervous, we are not interested in that thing. If someone like me comes to take away your glory, I hope you will inform me.

Of course, I won't let you work in vain. In exchange, I will provide you with a reciprocal help. "

Likoris explained patiently and kindly that he had received the original prompt, which was an important clue.

"Okay." After thinking for a moment, the High Priest of Kesar also agreed to the deal with Likolis. This would not be a disadvantage to his tribe, and it would also serve as a wake-up call.

After explaining the method of communication, Likoris disappeared from the spot with His chair. The uncoagulated blood around him spread to fill the vacancy here. The High Priest of Ksar also returned to his position and continued to bow his head in prayer.

The sound of hurried footsteps sounded, and the sound of panicked reports outside echoed in this cold place.

"High Priest, Yupaca's team is dead and disappeared into this world without any trace."

"Where is that person?"

"Except for a dark place, all traces have also been lost. He may have died."

"It doesn't matter. I won't cooperate anyway. Just get the things. Let Dekuta come here."

The person who reported it breathed a sigh of relief, relieved his trembling body, and immediately turned his head towards the stone building below.

Did the high priest already know? So I didn't care about Paka's death. He was considered the backbone of the tribe!

Walking to the road in the middle of the tribe, he suddenly heard a burst of laughter, with some temptation that made people imagine.

Is it played by a different kind of person again? It would be more practical to take the magic potion.

"Hello, I would like to find your Elder Dekuta. Do you know where he is?"

"Okay, please come with me."

The reporter who turned around and smiled foolishly, his eyes unfocused, quickened his pace and led Likoris beside him into the stone street.

When it got dark, Hermione came down from the tree and entered the stone city among the people returning.

She was a little worried that the danger inside was still there, and she didn't dare to go in directly. Anyone who could make her feel cold must be no weaker than herself.

I asked someone along the way to get Dekuta's location. It was very easy to find such a person of some status.

The closer she got there, the more she felt something was wrong. Why were there so many people?

Hidden by the wall at the corner, a group of their guards surrounded the house belonging to Dekuta in front of him, and there was a somewhat furious tone coming from inside.

"Damn it, really damn it. Witches, I've written it down."

"It's not because you are obsessed with lust and can't control yourself."

"That's a side effect of the great path, and I can't resist it. Damn it——!"

Angry voices, retorts, and smashing sounds all resounded inside the house, and the negative emotions infected made the guards outside a little angry.

After hearing the general reason, Hermione took a breath to suppress her emotions. The bullied Hermione clenched her fists. They were here again, always against her.

These losers can't even hold on to anything, so there's no use staying here.

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became, leaving the spreading fire and the rapid and violent illness behind and left here, thinking about how to get it back.