When Kabala woke up, her arm was wrapped in thick gauze. The pain was still faint, but it was insignificant compared to when it was first sprayed by the red mist.

This surprised her.

Wounds on the arm are not fatal, theoretically not treated in the first place, and it is not surprising that they are left to the end or simply wait for them to heal themselves. After all, the characteristics of the little angel's abilities and their importance are what any newcomer to the army will be told repeatedly, and she doesn't think that the sandman will be treated differently - if it is the one that tends to be bad, it is still a little more likely.

But if it weren't for the ability, how could the wound heal so quickly?

Could it be ......

A hint of uneasiness suddenly arose in her heart.

Maybe we'll have to get out of here and go back to the barracks.

"Fala, huh?" a nurse noticed her and walked over to look at the name tag hanging on the bedside, "How are you feeling right now?"

"It's not a big deal, I'm ready to be back at any time. She rolled over and got out of bed, pretending to be unwilling, "Several of my companions have died at the hands of the devil, and I want them to pay immediately!"

"Please mourn. The nurse nodded, "But before you do that, you'll have to make a trip to the camp tent, Miss Nanawa Pine wants to see you." ”

Kabala was slightly startled, "She...... You want to see me? But I'm almost hurt—"

"I don't know why, but she did it. The other man smiled, "The other soldiers want to see it, but they can't see it." Come with me. ”

Kabala looked at the nurse's unguarded back, hesitated for a moment, and then followed.

Through the levels, in a tent, she meets the legendary angel.

Judging from the appearance alone, the other party does conform to the word-of-mouth image of the First Army, both petite and cute, with white skin and red skin, and a pair of eyes that seem to have not completely gotten rid of childishness. Kabala couldn't help but feel a little lucky, maybe things weren't as bad as she expected.

"That...... Do you have anything to do with me?"

It's a pity that the other party's first sentence shattered all her illusions.

"I'm curious, why do you hide your identity and join the First Army like ordinary people, even though you are a witch?"

"I ...... I don't understand......" Capala replied stiffly, did Jodah report it to the higher-ups......

"Your injuries. Nanava pointed to her arm, "Although there are many breaches, most of them are caused by sharp weapons, and the devil's claws can't do this, I think it should be a dagger or a bayonet-like weapon." In addition, when I cleaned the wound, I found signs of red mist corroding - it invaded the muscles under the skin, even down to the bones, and only witches could be harmed by this. Even if you've deliberately damaged the wound, you can't fake it. ”

Kabala kept her mouth shut.

The other party did not hear the news from Jodah, and the coherence was so clear that it could be said that there was no room for her to quibble. I thought that the other party was naïve and innocent, and maybe he could use words or pretend to be confused to get by, but now it looks like a ridiculous plan.

It was a long moment before she whispered, "Have you ever seen a witch corrupted by the red mist?"

Nanawa pouted, "Myself." ”

Kabala froze.

"It is said that the red mist can cause extremely serious damage to witches, but no one knows the specific treatment method, so I had to try it myself. The little girl said calmly, "If a sister is really injured by the red mist, but I can't do anything, won't I have to regret it for the rest of my life." She paused, "Fortunately, as long as you don't inhale a lot of red mist, or get sprayed on a vital part like your head, you can be rescued in a short time." So you remember, the next time you encounter this situation, the safest thing to do is to cut off your arm immediately. ”

Kabala was dumbfounded, she still couldn't forget how intense the pain was when she was eroded by the red mist, and she would never want to try a second time after experiencing it once, and listening to the tone of the other person's voice, it was as if she had repeated it several times. But when she said this, Nanawa's expression didn't change much, and she couldn't relate to her slightly immature appearance at all.

Greenhouse flowers from an aristocratic family?

No kidding!

She let out a long sigh, and now that she remembered that although she had been a goddess, it seemed that she had never had the upper hand in the negotiations, whether it was the Queen of Bishui or a little girl from the north on the other side.

“...... My name is Kabala and I come from the Sandstone Clan, and Fara is just a pseudonym. At this point, Kabala gave up all struggles and brought out his past one by one. At this point, it was no longer possible for the First Army to let her stay, and it was no surprise that she had been escorted back to Neverwinter to face trial because of her former service for the High Chieftain's sworn enemy, Garcia, the daughter of the Three Kings of the Grey Keep.

Roland Wimbledon insists on treating witches well, but that doesn't mean he treats his enemies well.

"I'm curious, how did you fool the Church Purity in that battle at the Wolfheart?" Nanava asked.

"Command can be used not only to command others, but also to command oneself - if it is only one person, it can even do things beyond its own limits, and death is one of them. "After receiving the order, my breathing and heartbeat will stop temporarily, and the Purity and the Inquisitors are still chasing the Wolf King at that time, and they haven't wasted much time on me. ”

"I see, that scar on your face was left at that time, right?" Miss Pine muttered, "I don't quite understand, you said that you joined the First Army for the sake of the remnants of the clan, so why did you go incognito and not even tell the clan the news of being alive?"

"What can I say, take everyone to fight for a permanent oasis, and in the end I am the only one who survives?" Kabala showed an indescribable bitterness, "They have entrusted me with trust and hope, and I have turned them into irrational monsters. Thousands of young Zhuang people died in a foreign land, and the Sandstone Clan was almost annexed, what face do I have to return to the tribe?"

"The First Army's recruitment of men from the Sand People made me realize that the only compensation I could make was to join the army and exchange the merits for the green space where my people lived. The scrutiny of the Sandfolk is not as strict as yours, and I have made up an identity and gained Brian's trust in the encirclement of the Fury and the Boneless Clan. She bowed her head and said, "You can do with me as you like, but ...... Please don't get your anger out on the Sandstone Clan, who are left with children and women who have never worked for Garcia Wimbledon. ”

"I see," Nanava nodded, "you go back." ”

"What...... Cabala didn't react for a moment.

"I came to you to ask you if you want to get rid of the scars on your face. The little girl spread her hands, "But now it seems that your answer is no." In that case, then I don't have much more to say. ”

She opened her mouth, not knowing what to take.

That's right, she has never had the upper hand in negotiations, and she used to be dumbfounded when she negotiated with the Queen of the Blue Water, just like now......

But the feelings of the two are so different.

"By the way, the Star Flower Troupe has a show tonight, in the West Pass camp," Nanawa said with a smile, "If you return to the team now, maybe you can watch the ending." ”

Karbala bit her lip and bowed to her with the salute of the sandmen, then turned away from the tent.