Hatsuizumi miscalculated the length of the trip, and in order to ensure their loyalty to the Father, of course, these devout clergymen would not use any means of transportation, relying solely on their feet.

Oh, oh, of course it doesn't bring any strain to Hatsuizumi, and her legs won't be lost due to wear and tear after a year.

Southwark was fine with the cheating of the first spring, and the biggest trouble for him was that he had to get up before dawn for the priests to practice swordsmanship. If he really can't walk, Hatsuizumi doesn't mind carrying him for a while.

The fact of being held in the arms of the first spring seemed to be considered a shame by Southwark, and most of the time he would rather drag his tired steps forward, for a man who had never left the palm-sized monastery, especially if he was such a young child, without the secret blessing of the first spring, he might have fainted after walking a few steps.

This kind of life can't be said to be completely useless for him, at least his body has grown rapidly, at least Hatsuizumi thinks that he can replace the overly light wooden sword with a real sword, although the size cannot be compared to the sword used by Hatsuizumi, but at least this is a sword that can really kill.

The original innocence in Suthwark was quickly swallowed up by the qiē he saw along the way, and even in that monastery, he was only blinded by his mother, not really ignorant. Even when adults look at him, the weaker ones among them are easily forced back by the sharpness in his eyes.

Hatsuizumi lamented, feeling that she was always easy to teach such a child, and that without superficial pretentiousness, the child would always be inclined to something deeper in her heart.

Of course, Hatsuizumi won't admit this.

This life of dependence made Southwark unusually dependent on her, and he seemed to regard the first spring as the only pillar in his heart, supporting the few positive feelings he had left.

That night, the team roosted in a glade in the woods.

Tonight was the full moon, and the bright moonlight shone on the pine forest below, and the priests lit a large fire to keep the wild beasts at bay, and the warm fire quickly put them to sleep.

"Soon", fast exception.

Southwark was still awake, clutching his mouth and nose to avoid inhaling the strong smell of the burning wood.

As soon as he smelled it, he remembered what the convent had poured into the convent to punish disobedient nuns, which did not do much harm except to make people feel weak.

Suthwark didn't understand what had happened to the disobedient nuns, but now he probably knew. He pretended to faint, but his eyes secretly opened a slit and looked around.

Benjamin crept over to Hatsuizumi, as if to lift her, as his ill-intentioned hand reached over to the place where Hatsuizumi was wrapped in clothes.

Of course, Southwark is still in a state of ignorance about human affairs, but he has a keen intuition about good and evil.

What's more, it was not difficult for him to figure out who the person who was drugged was, which made him a little anxious, and his body reacted faster than he thought.

Southwark's sword never left his body.

This is not a great sword, of course, but this does not prevent you from quickly taking a person's life as long as you find the right position.

Before Hatsuizumi taught sword moves, what he first kept in mind was all the fatal places on a person's body.

"You must know that man is the most fragile animal in the world, and no matter how strong he is, he only has a heart." Hatsuizumi said quietly.

"A rusted nail can kill a person, you are holding a sword, a sword that can kill thousands or hundreds of people, even if you are still small and not even strong enough to hold a sword, you can easily kill a person."

Southherk's hands trembled a little, and he had used them to slit the throat of a man much taller than him a few seconds earlier, and a few drops of still warm blood splashed on his fair cheeks, and he didn't even notice it.

He stared at Benjamin's neck, and steaming blood continued to flow from that small opening.

The sound of "ho-ahhhh

Soon the last bit of life was finally lost in his cloudy eyes.

Southwark wanted to see how Hatsuien was doing, but found that Hatsuquan had woken up, and it should be said that she had never lost consciousness, and was looking at him with complicated eyes at the moment.

Those blue eyes look a little ...... Saddened.

"Sister Arena......" Satwark muttered, he was even more terrified than the first killing, because of Hatsuizumi's eyes at the moment, "I ......"

Hatsuizumi touched his head, showed a thin smile and said, "You did a good job." ”

Nine Babies was a little older than him when she first killed someone, she thought, her eyes wandering as she wiped the blood from Southwark's body.

In the studio where she had spent so much time, the little girl stood with empty eyes, and since then the nine babies have completely changed.

She never painted again, though Hatsuizumi knew she still liked those things, the feeling of paint on the canvas.

When asked about Jiuying, she was silent for a long time and said, "I can't draw anymore."

Hatsuizumi herself has no concept of human life and doesn't care, but she doesn't like it to hurt others because of it, so she prefers to do it herself.

"Now you know," Hatsuizumi said with a reluctant smile, "Life is such an easy thing to take away, and it is your choice to value or despise life, and I will not interfere." ”

Southwark listened with some confusion.

"But you protected me, thank you." At least Hatsuizumi's smile was genuine at this point, and she hugged Susyetk, the warm embrace that made him gradually sober up.

He was still very afraid, and he tightened the black nun's robe of Hatsuizumi, but he vaguely knew that he did not regret the sword.

Soon the corpses, bloodstains, and messy marks were all disposed of, and the poor monk who was eaten by the beasts of the woods, Hatsuizumi thought, there would always be a few people on the pilgrimage.

It was also thanks to the medicine of the dead unlucky ghost, if he hadn't put in enough potion for everyone to be unconscious for a night, such a big movement would have woken up the others.

Early in the morning, the disappearance of the leader of course caused a panic in the whole procession, and Hatsuizumi joined the frightened crowd, and after searching Benjamin to no avail, they finally accepted this fact, and soon elected a new leader.

Who would doubt a weak young nun and an angelic child?

So no one knew about this murder in the woods.