Sama Village is located in the northern part of the Leyton continent, and its remote location and scarce resources make it a notoriously impoverished area, and even wandering traders who have traveled all over the continent rarely come here to do business.

Because of the lack of transportation, the people here rarely interact with the outside world, and the only way they can get information is the half-hour that the merchant ships transported on the Rhine stay for half an hour.

The Rhine is a transport river in the north, and only some very small transporters will know about its existence, and when the big rivers are crowded, they will occasionally take this river, but the probability of stopping and resting is not very high, and only a boat will anchor here for a month to rest.

During this half hour, the women and children of Sama Village would happily dress themselves, fill a basket of handmade small things, and trot up to the crew, hoping that the crew in their eyes would take a fancy to their own things and exchange them for some novelty.

Of course, those things are really nothing new to the crew who travel from north to south, and they don't spend their hard-earned money on such a small place. But for them, being pursued like heroes by these women and children who have never seen the world can greatly satisfy their vanity, and it is also an alternative honor for the crew to be able to brag about what they have seen and heard in exchange for the fiery eyes of the women during their breaks.

It is not that the budget-conscious women are unaware of the crew's disdain for the objects in their hands, but who in a village does not have a handicraft that he is proud of? Taking a step back, even if they weren't favored, they didn't lose anything, did they?

What's more, you can also hear the crew's description of the beautiful world outside, which is a very rare entertainment for the women of Sama Village, and half an hour of bragging is enough for the women to talk about it for half a month.

Therefore, the day when a boat is anchored every month is like a festival for the villagers of Sama Village, and the whole village is noisy and happy.

In previous years, everyone in the village, except for Tia and Grandpa, was looking forward to this day.

And this year is different, the difference is not that the grandparents and grandchildren suddenly yearn for this day, the difference is that this year there is only Tia, and the grandfather can no longer roll his eyes at the women he has not seen with his legs crossed.

Holding her only two clothes, Tia walked indifferently through a silent village towards her small dilapidated house.

As the daughter of the viscount, she lived in the manor until she was five years old, and was taught the etiquette of a lady, and although the crew's knowledge was wide and attractive, it was better to let her go if she had to compete with a large number of women for a place to listen to the cowhide for half an hour.

Hanging the washed clothes on a rope, Tia went to the door, picked up the wooden bow and arrow by the wall, put the quiver on her back, and walked back to the mountain.

After the death of her grandfather, she was robbed of the land by the village chief in the name of being a person from another village, and there was no source of food, so she could only go up the mountain to hunt by herself.

Careful to avoid the wooden spikes that might stab people, Tia slowly approached the place where the trap had been left yesterday.

Today's women are extraordinarily talkative, and she must hurry back with her prey, and if she is lucky, she can exchange more vegetables and grains with them.

The haystack used to hide the trap was gone?!Tia's eyes lit up instantly.

He glanced down with hope, thinking that he could see the prey, but who would have thought that it would be a person!

Tia was shocked!

"Hey, sir, are you alright, sir!" the cry went unanswered, and Tia felt even more anxious.

Damn! It's a shame that she didn't put a sharp weapon in it in order not to hurt anyone, otherwise she would really be a manslaughter!

Tia cursed inwardly as she tied a rope around her waist and climbed down.

"Sir, you didn't—" As soon as she touched the man's neck, Tia lost her voice.

She probed a few more times in disbelief before accepting the fact that she had killed someone.

Damn! Is this guy papier-mâché?!

Tia was stunned for a moment, and turned the man over with her hand, and the dried blood stains against his pale face looked even more miserable.

Whew! Tia breathed a sigh of relief, if only she hadn't killed her.

As for the dead person, she was dragged to the execution ground by her mother, who was a viscount, when she was three years old, and saw hundreds of people executed with her own eyes, and even killed a death row prisoner with her own hands when she was five years old, but a person who was indirectly killed, as long as she did not bear responsibility, she couldn't even make any waves in her heart.

Glancing at the dead man, Tia hesitated for a moment before searching for the other's belongings.

This man ruined her trap and caused her to get nothing, and there was nothing wrong with paying a little reward, not to mention that he didn't need these things anymore.

Flipping the money bag in her hand, Tia raised her eyebrows in satisfaction.

In this village, which doesn't cost much, this money is enough for her to live into old age.

Painfully, he pulled out the magic scroll on his body, and Tia reluctantly tore it open.

This scroll was secretly handed to her by her father when she left the manor, a total of three scrolls, which are said to be a mysterious weapon from a wizard given to him by her maternal grandfather, and possess a power that swordsmen cannot match.

Although she was very reluctant, she thought that nothing dangerous would happen in such a small village. As for leaving...... Tia curled the corners of her lips sarcastically, that kind of thing should be thought about in a dream.

The wizard's thing was really magical, and the tongue of fire swept through the man's corpse flexibly, but it was reduced to nothing in a matter of seconds, leaving not even black ashes............ What a ghost!

Tia stepped forward quickly, picking up the worn-out but intact notebook on the floor, it was ............ Diary?!