There is no doubt that the residents of St. Obi are the most united and courageous group of ordinary people Angela has ever met.

Standing on the city wall, Angela saw at first glance a dozen or so residents of St. Obi gathering in the middle of the day, carrying torches and lanterns made of bones to rush into the room, blinding the ghouls inside, driving them out, fastening them to the wall with a pitchfork, and then raising their axes and cutting off the ghouls' heads.

There are more than one group of this, and Angela has seen several.

It seems that under great pressure, they also discovered the role of ghouls.

Angela jumped off the wall, clinging to the walls of the wall with her feet, and slid all the way down the street to look around.

The road surface has become potholed because it has not been taken care of for a long time, and in some places, dirty mud has piled up.

Some of the surrounding houses have collapsed.

From time to time, a fat mouse or stray cat or dog sprang out of the corner and flashed around the corner.

Angela turned around and saw a sign in front of the tavern smashing to the ground, the wind blowing, and the dust on the ground was swept up in the air.

Angela's lips twitched slightly, and with a few spells, the wind bypassed her.

This is the result of Angela's recent research, and she found that using magic to urge runes in a certain frequency and speaking can increase the stability of magic to a certain extent, making Angela's use of white magic much easier.

"Look, it's a woman!"

An exclamation made Angela frown, and she turned her head to see a scruffy man yelling excitedly at Angela.

Then, seven or eight men rushed out of the street corner, looking at Angela curiously, with excitement on their faces.

"It's so beautiful, she shouldn't be a nobleman from the Emerald Palace."

"It should be, you see her clothes, it's definitely not something we can wear."

"I guess I got separated from the guards at home!"

"O woman of a noble family!"

The more they talked, the happier the men became, and with greed and hatred on their faces, they gathered around Angela.

Angela's brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and it seemed that she was now in trouble, and she warned, "If you take another step, don't blame me for being rude." ”

"You're welcome, little beauty, you're welcome!" One of the men said in a weird way, and he was making lewd movements, causing the others to laugh.

Angela's brow lifted, she wasn't going to be angry with a few dead people.

Snatch!!!

A dark shadow tore through the space and sank into the feet of one of the men.

When I looked closely, it was a feathered arrow, and the feathers trembled slightly.

Cold sweat broke out on the man's forehead instantly, and when he raised his head, he saw a woman standing on the roof, bending her bow and arrows.

The sun shone down on her back, merging her with the house, and because of this, her face was obscured by shadows, and her exact face could not be seen.

"Damn it!" The man stopped, gritted his teeth, and said, "It's Simona!" ”

The rest of the men instantly stiffened, their foreheads were dripping with cold sweat, and they drew their blades.

A small hand grabbed Angela's fingers, Angela lowered her head, and a girl dragged Angela backwards, shouting as she ran, "Hurry up, come here." ”

There was a man who tried to chase after him, but was pierced in the chest by an arrow, and the man fell to the ground, screaming in despair.

The rest of the men tried to catch up, but they would also stop and scold and retreat backwards.

The girl dragged Angela around until a small building stopped, and knocked on the door gently and rhythmically.

"Sleeping outside?"

A childish voice came from inside.

"Big mushrooms and small mushrooms."

After answering the code, the door opened a crack slightly, and after a while it was fully opened, and a boy poked his head out: "Come in!" ”

The girl led Angela into the house, and the door creaked shut.

All the cubicles in the house have been removed, even the ceiling above the head has been mostly removed, and it is clear that the second floor is full of dry wood and dry grass, making the house look extremely empty.

In one corner, several middle-aged women are using knives to separate the flesh and bones of ghouls, and a young man of fifteen or sixteen years old is hammering the bones into pieces, and some children throw the bone fragments into buckets and soak them in water.

And the flesh of those ghouls was hung in the air, with oil dripping from it, and then caught in gray clay pots.

At the other foot of the house was a stove, in which the fragments of bones mixed with dry wood and straw were burned, and in the pot some wild herbs and plant roots were stewed.

Two old men with a few children sat next to them, helping to add firewood to the stove.

People looked at Angela curiously while working, and the girl who had dragged Angela away just now was holding her knees with her hands and panting hard.

A moment later, there was another knock on the door.

After a moment's wait, a woman walked in.

Angela looked over, this woman was not too beautiful, but very pleasing to the eye, with fiery red hair, like a raging flame, wearing leather armor and gray slim pants, carrying a longbow, an axe pinned to her waist, and a fit body, like a female leopard, full of wildness.

She looked at Angela curiously, her eyes full of aggression and vigilance, she was the Simona of the group of men, the leader of everyone in this room.

"Who are you? Why is it there. ”

She quietly reached for the axe at her waist, her eyes staring at Angela motionlessly: "I seem to have seen you somewhere!" ”

Angela smiled, "My name is Angela, but I haven't met you." ”

As if sensing that something was wrong with the atmosphere here, the people in the room stopped what they were doing.

Some half-grown young men and girls grabbed the weapons in their hands and stared at this place, and several middle-aged women silently gathered around.

Two old men opened the underground passage, beckoned the child in, and stood there with a rolling stick.

The girl who had been dragging Angela in looked at Angela in disbelief, as if she felt that she had done something wrong, lowered her head in frustration, and silently walked to the corner.

Simona spoke again: "Perhaps, I shouldn't have saved you. ”

"You didn't save me." Angela said, "You saved them. ”

Cold sweat dripped from Simona's forehead, and she let go of the hand holding the handle of the axe: "Why did you come here, did you want to destroy here?" ”

She finally recognized Angela, yes, the reason why she had an impression of Angela was because she had seen Angela's portrait, and that portrait was posted on the notice board in front of the Consulate Hall.

"It's not." Angela looked at her with interest, this was a skilled shooter, probably an adventurer, or a bounty hunter or something.

"I'm not interested in destroying this city, I just want to get revenge on some people, don't worry, it won't affect you."