"She's a shrine maiden who uses forbidden arts, divide her to be burned at the stake!"

Awakened by the shouting crowd, Vikily found herself tied to a tall stake.

"Do you have any last words?" A man with a torch ascended to the stake. It's Sogea! How could he be so ruthless, should he have himself burned at the stake, his royal blood relative, his cousin?

Vicheri couldn't believe her eyes, she tried to open her mouth, only to find that she couldn't make a sound.

Sogeria grinned and set fire to the grease-coated pile, and Vikily could feel the heat wave approaching, and she couldn't breathe!

There was a sudden burning sensation in her fingers, and she gasped sharply, her eyes wide.

The crowd and the fire were gone, and there was only an open-air cone-shaped roof and a burning bonfire. I guess I accidentally touched the fire there when I turned over.

"It's a nightmare...... It's a little too real. Vekily felt pain in every bone in her body transmitting pain to her nerves, and she held out her right hand to watch as her burned fingers slowly healed.

"Ahh Someone yelled at Vicilico and threw the basin on the ground with a snap.

Viklico immediately turned his head to look at the door, it was a boy about five years old, and he froze in fright when he saw the scene of Viklico healing.

"Don't be afraid, little one, can you tell me where this is?" Vickyli asked him in friendly Mishalan. But the little boy turned and ran, shouting something in a language Vickyli had never heard.

She sensed that something was wrong, and was about to get up and chase the child, when she felt her legs stiffen and fell to the ground.

"What's the matter with these strips of cloth?" Only then did she realize that her body was almost covered in bandages, and her legs were firmly clamped by the planks. She gently untied the strip of cloth, but a pungent smell of herbs leaked out.

“Amergios，dominas.” A cocoa-skinned woman in a rough leather robe opened the curtain and walked in, saying something to Viklily in the same language as the little boy.

"Excuse me...... Do you speak Messiaran? Or Dori? Latin? Vikily tried to communicate with the woman in any language she could.

"Ah......h

"You...... Is it really a Necanlos? The woman spoke to Viklily in an awkward Misarian voice.

"Yes......"

Vikily was a little puzzled, these people didn't look like the Misaran Blood Sect, but they didn't look like Canaanites who had strayed into the mainland. According to the dress and language of the women and boys, they were supposed to live in the local tribe, but it was the first time that Viklily knew that there were independent tribes living in the realm of the Imperial City.

The woman looked at Vicky and was silent for a moment, then finally approached her.

"You and your friend fell down the hill and were caught in the trap net we hung up. But you are badly wounded, and my son Ivan and I can only bandage you with simple herbs and cloth tapes. The woman said.

Vekily clutched the back of her head, a little numb, and she suddenly remembered what had happened - she had jumped from the majestic Mount Fuji with Draenor and had no memory of what had happened afterward.

"Thank you so much for saving me...... Oh yes, my friend! How is he now? ”

"Don't worry, your tall friend is in good shape, but he hasn't woken up yet. When you're fully recovered, I'll take you to him.

Oh yes, my name is Kakia. The woman replied to her in a sincere and gentle tone.

"Vicky ......" Vicky kept her full name and had to be cautious until she figured out the situation.

Kakia brought a bowl of hot goat's milk and handed it to Viklico. According to her statement, Vikiriko is now in an area where a nomadic tribe operates.

"I've never heard of a tribe like this in the realm of the Imperial City." Vicky expressed her surprise.

"Actually, our tribe is descended from the Lycos." Kakia honestly stated to Viciliko.

Licos! It's the Lycos mentioned by his father before, and Vicilico only used this name as a tool to disguise Draenor's identity before, but he didn't expect that this race really still exists on this continent.

"The Lycosians...... Descendant of the wolf. Viklico thought of the legendary werewolves, who were originally a people living on the continent of Abel, but due to the expedition of the previous emperor, St. Peter the Great, some of them were taken to Vlaktu and became victims of war.

It wasn't until Frews the Great ascended the throne more than a hundred years ago that these tragic werewolves were freed, and they should have all returned to Abel from then on.

"Yes, our ancestors did not completely leave after the new emperor took office, and some of the Lykos hid in the wilderness and jungle around the imperial city, and later there were tribes like ours." Kakia tells Vikliko the story of her people.

They were literal Lycos, with jet-black hair, cocoa-colored skin, and light brown eyes, all of which matched the legend of the Lykos.

"Don't be too nervous. Although the legends of your Messians describe us as beasts without reason, most of us are ordinary peace-loving people. ”

Kakia looked at Vikiriko with sad eyes, and through her eyes, Vikiriko felt sincerity and kindness.

Yes, hundreds of years ago, the Misarians hunted down the Wolf Descendants and enslaved them as warriors. And now that all their descendants are to be sent back to their continent, it should be the Misareans who are really frightening......

Vicheric bowed her head, remorseful for what the Royals had done to the Wolfborn.

"But what kind of concerns me is that your friend has a similar aura to ours, but he looks like he's a human from Canaan......"

Before he could finish speaking, there was a commotion outside the yurt. Kakia heard the movement and hurriedly walked out, and Vikiriko took the opportunity to untangle the planks of her legs and keep up with her.

There were seven or eight buildings of the same style near the yurt, and a flock of fluffy sheep was enclosed on the embankment not far away, a tribe of about thirty or forty people. At the center of each yurt orientation is a stone hearth that looks like it was intended for sacrifices and the like.

And at the door of the yurt at three o'clock in the direction of Viklico, several children lay on someone's body and sniffed him carefully.

“Disked! Disked!” Kakia scolded and walked over, and the children immediately scattered when they heard her voice, and it turned out that the person who had fallen to the ground was none other than Draenor.

"Poof......" Vikli almost laughed out loud as she looked at him covered in bandages and disgraced.

"Ah...... Where do these furry kids come from? Draenor patted the dust on his body and stood up with the stone in his hand.

"Vicky? You're here too, but where are we......" Draenor didn't stand still and fell to the side, and Kakia hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

"Your abrasions are healed, but the bones aren't fully healed. I don't know who you are, but don't worry, go back and get some rest. The hunters will be back soon, and we'll call you when we're ready. ”

Kakia looked thin but didn't expect to be so strong, she easily picked up the nearly ninety kilogram Draenor and sent him to the yurt.

"Young people? How many people are in your tribe in Kakia? Vicilico asked.

"I'm the oldest woman here, there are thirty-eight people here, and now apart from me and Vanya, and these children, everyone else has been taken hunting by the patriarch." Kakia explained.

Vikiriko sat in the door of the yurt and told Kakia about what they had been through. Kakia is a kind mother, and if her mother is still alive, she should be as gentle and kind as her.

As the two sat cross-legged and chatted, a young man in a sheepskin coat approached from the riverbank with a dozen young men and women, who, like Kakia, had long jet-black hair and different shades of bronzed skin.

Several of them were young men who carried a huge antelope to the hearth and set it up. The man in the sheepskin coat waved at Kakia and walked towards the two.

He was supposed to be the patriarch Kakia was talking about, but he was far younger than Viklily thought. The man glanced at Vekiriko, discussed something with Kakia, and then spoke:

"We are sorry for what happened to you, and we welcome kind-hearted outsiders, but forgive us for keeping doubts about your identity for the time being."

The man's attitude is firm. He had a sturdy physique and eyes as sharp as a wolf, and it was not for nothing that he was called the head of a clan at a young age.

"I can understand that I am a Misarian and my friend is an unidentified Canaanite, so of course there is a possibility of suspicion. I am very grateful for your help. My name is Vicky Ric, you can call me Vicky. ”

"Alexander, you can call me Alex, I'm the head wolf of this tribe." The patriarch said with a grim face.

"Let's continue to rest for a while, there are many things to talk about after dinner."

Kakia nodded at the young patriarch's words, and returned to the yurt with Vikirico.

Through the round hole in the roof of the felt room, Vikily could see that the sky was getting darker. A smell of fragrance came to her nose, and she heard Kakia's call, and walked out of the yurt. I saw that the residents had already roasted the antelope meat, and the patriarch cut off the meat piece by piece and put it in a wooden bowl, and handed it to everyone.

"Go and ask your friend to dine with us, he doesn't seem to be happy to come out without seeing you." Kakia said with a wry smile.

Vicchirico opened the curtain of the yurt and saw Draenor sitting cross-legged on a printed blanket in front of the campfire.

"Didn't you hear Kakia? She told us to go to dinner. ”

"I hear you, I can understand Misarian now." Draenor said with a serious face.

Vicky was surprised by his strange attitude, and even a little angry, that she had risked her life to save Draenor again, and now she had such a face.

"Well, what's pestering you?"

Delaeno heard Viklily's impatient words, and a hint of anxiety appeared on his face.

"Can't you smell it? It's all over the place. ”

Indeed, because this is a tribe of wolf descendants, every inch of land has its own unique smell, not pungent, like the smell of dried meat, mixed with a trace of sweat and fat left on animal hair.

"They may suspect that you, like them, are descendants of the Lycos." Vicky said.

"Lycos?"

"It's the wolf descendants of the Abel continent, similar to the werewolves in your Canaanite legends, but they are not as violent and aggressive as you think. I've seen accounts of the Lycos before, who are mostly nomadic herders, but will be stimulated to transform into werewolves, much like the beasts you become. ”

Vikiriko explains to Draenor that she wants him to accept the current situation and cooperate with her to continue to hide her identity.

Even if deception will fill their hearts with guilt, it is the only way to protect them and protect this wandering tribe.

"I would say that you are a descendant of the Lykos and the Canaanites." Vicky said.

"Now even I'm going to start making lies?" Draenor was reluctant to accept Viklico's suggestion.

This is deception for all, both enemies and good innocents. And as long as Draenor remains on the land, the deception will continue.

"Do you think honesty is more important than human life? Well, we're going to confess to them now that you're the cursed one resurrected by the White Refining Fire.

Let everyone know! Then we will die, and this tribe that helped us, these dozens of innocent lives, sooner or later will be arrested and exterminated by some investigation bureau called Deshmeg because they know the truth! ”

Vicky can suppress the condemnation of her conscience, but what can she do? In the eyes of those cold-blooded men in black, she was just a fugitive. Hermanstadt, Rivindrie, Desville Manor...... No matter where she flees, as long as she is still in this land, sooner or later the truth will be exposed to the sun, and death will come to her door at any time.

"I'm not a liar, just an ordinary person who wants to live." She said.

Draenor looked into Vekily's pleading eyes, the light of the campfire reflected in her pupils, like a stake tormenting her soul.

"Hah...... Chadwick. Draenor, a mixture of Canaanite and Lycos. It's perfect to come all the way to Flactu for a vacation......" Draenor teased as he slipped on the sheepskin jacket Kakia had left her.

"Well, I'll make this lie with you. But it looks like we're going to have to leave the hellish place of Vlaktu someday. ”

Vickili is relieved by Draenor's trust.

"We'll leave, as long as we can find the book that unlocks your curse."

She removed the shawl her mother had left her from the hanger, and Kakia had helped her to hang it there.

She straightened her clothes, adjusted her mental state, and followed Draenor to the outside of the yurt and joined the intimate dinner.