The sunlight had shone through the cracks in the deck on Draenor's face, and he jumped up from the hammock, only to find that Vekiriko had gotten up and gone missing.

Draenor hurriedly ran out of the cabin, and the first thing he could think of was that she might have been taken away by Balestine's pursuers, or that he had led them away to protect Draenor.

And when he ran to the shore, he found a string of footprints on the sand. Raising his head and looking at the sea, a girl in a white dress carrying a spear and a large fish nearly a meter long in her hand was walking towards him with her back to the sun.

"Hello? Why do you wake up early in the morning and gasp for air, do you get up a little bit louder? Vickyli laughed and threw the big fish at Draenor.

Although Vickyli seems to be easy to carry in her hand, the fish may weigh twenty kilograms. Draenor had just woken up and was still a little drowsy, when he was suddenly hit in the chest by a large fish thrown by Vicchirico, and the fish struggled to flick its tail fin and hit Draenor in the face like a slap.

"Hahahaha, are you sober now? Hurry up and start a fire, a good day starts with breakfast! As the campfire grew brighter and brighter, Viklily tore the fish into three pieces, looking like it was going to roast three portions.

"You won't... Are you going to bake one for her too? Draenor immediately thought of the third person who was on the side, Balespin who was chained to the anchor.

"Who else can that give? She's not like us, and she can't stand it for so long to be starved all of a sudden. No matter what kind of villain she was in the past, at least it turned out that she had no signs of murder, and was just a lost lamb blinded by money. With that, Viklico picked up the first portion of the grilled fish and walked over to Balespin.

After a night of wind blowing on the beach, the makeup on Balace's face had almost fallen off, and it was only then that Vicchily realized that her true face was a middle-aged and elderly woman with a wrinkled face.

"Ah, so you're an aunt? I thought you were in your early thirties at the most. Vicky quipped.

"It's for you, eat." Vicilico placed the fish on Balas' lap, where she knelt on the ground. Balesopher looked surprised, but soon a grateful look emerged.

"What? Eat it... Oh, sorry, I forgot. Vickily remembered that Balespin's hands were tied firmly behind her back.

So she tore the fish into small pieces with her hands, and fed Balesping little by little with her hands.

"Thank you! Thank you! … Cough... You're an angel! Balespine burst into tears, and she took the fish with her mouth and gobbled it down, while she kept praising Viklico.

Draenor was also somewhat touched by the girl's kindness. Yes, where she resembles a bloodthirsty devil, she is simply a benevolent angel.

"Whew... Yesterday you locked me up like a devil... You Canaanites are really funny. Vicky teased.

Little by little, she finished feeding Balespin and took a jug from her waist and handed it to her.

Baless stretched her neck and bit the kettle, raised her head and drank from the cow. I had been tied to the cold and wet beach for ten hours without drinking water, and after eating such a large piece of grilled fish, Balesoping's throat was already smoking.

"Listen, whatever you've done or said to me, I won't blame you, let alone hurt you. But you have to remember that though you may have traveled around the world of Canaan and considered yourself the master of the world. But when you are outside of Canaan, you are no longer the master under the sky. I remember you have a saying that you say that you follow the local customs, and it seems that not everyone remembers it very well. ”

Rather than threatening, Viklico admonishes children who have gone astray like an elder. And when she finished, Balesopher didn't know whether it was out of gratitude or remorse for what she had done in the past, and her wrinkled face was already full of tears.

"A lot of things aren't what you hear with your ears, and even what you can see isn't necessarily true. After I forgive your sins today, you have only two choices: either you will be redeemed or you will be corrupted. ”

Vicrico said one last word, and went back to sit down by the campfire.

Until the two finished their food, Draenor remained silent. He was still thinking about what Vickyrik had said earlier.

The two extinguished the campfire and prepared to continue their journey with some of the remaining supplies.

"What are you going to do with her?" Vicilico said to Draenor.

"Why are you asking for my opinion?" Draenor wondered.

"I said it, and I will respect your opinion in the future."

"In that case—" Draenor pulled out a stone knife he had made in the wilderness from his waist and walked slowly towards Balespin.

It is not surprising to say that she killed Balespin, who trespassed into the world of other civilizations and used her life as a tool for money. She even colluded with traffickers for money, a crime that was enough to get her hanged in Eichenryder.

But Draenor didn't do that, and he stuck his stone knife into the sand at her feet as Balespin closed his eyes in agony and waited for death.

"The tide is already slowly rising, and if you don't leave before the sun sets tonight, you'll be drowned. Since everyone has the right to decide their own destiny, the choice is yours. ”

Draenor left such a passage and followed Vicilico into the forest.

Only Balesupin, whose face was full of tears, remained alone on the shore, deciding her next fate.