When Barrett and the little ghost first arrived at Ngorongoro, it was already evening. But the sky was still bright, and the darkness was blocked from view.

The adventure throughout the volcano was intense and intense, but it didn't take long. Barrett managed to get the lava and accidentally picked it up...... No, after rescuing a strange woman, the journey back began.

The lark fell silent, and the nightingale began to sing. The crowd had not traveled long on the 'Chemoran Hill' before it was completely dark.

It wouldn't be wise to travel overnight, and if Barrett had brought his own little ghost, he might have chosen to do so, but there was still one wounded man in the team, so camping in the wild was inevitable.

He chose to take refuge in the hills under a lonely giant, a tall oak tree that was more than a hundred years old, as a camping spot for tonight.

Dinner was quite simple. Because the sedge of tears had long since run out, and the brute did not want to feast on new friends in this strange land, thick slices of bread and already marinated venison jerky were the protagonists of the evening, while the supporting characters were goat cheese and white beer, and the final curtain call was vanilla biscuits and carrots.

Barrett was quite busy during this time, and he never seriously replenished the spatial ring with the food he usually used for adventures, so the variety of food in the ring was not very large now. Of course, monster corpses can also be used as reserve food in many cases, but it can be troublesome to cook.

By the campfire, Barrett began to maintain each of his weapons after the battle, as usual, and the little ghost ran to a pond not far away to play with the frogs.

The little ghost sank its translucent spirit into the pool, leaving only its two eyes exposed. She looked at each other with a sharp-horned rain frog by the pond, you screamed, I screamed, and had a lot of fun.

As for the mysterious wounded woman, Theresa, sat quietly by the campfire, like a rabbit, biting on the carrot in small bites.

"Well, do you have salt?" she asked Barrett.

This is the third one you've eaten, and if Carrot sees you eating its stock like this, the grumpy young pony will be furious. Moreover, why do you have to sprinkle salt when eating carrots?

Barrett handed the salt shaker over, "Who are you?" he asked, casually fiddling with the campfire.

Theresa looked up at Barritt with a smile in her eyes, "Guess what, give you three chances!"

Three chances? too many," Ryavik said. The brute gave his answer easily.

"Oh my God, how do you know!" the woman exclaimed, then her brow furrowed, as if touching the wound.

I'm not a greedy person, just a little reward. Actually, it's not hard to guess, it just takes a little bit of skill. "Because that's the only answer I have, I know two places, and you're not from the village yet.

"You're so smart!"

Hehe, it's the first time someone has praised me for being smart, and the barbarian can't help but feel a little complacent. "When your injuries are healed, how are you going to get back from the village? This road should not be close, can you do it yourself?" and more importantly, where is that town?

"You really don't know?" Theresa raised an eyebrow, wondering for a second time at Barrett's question.

But the doubts didn't make her let go of her movements. I saw the woman sprinkle salt on the carrots carefully, then put the carrots by the campfire and carefully roasted and roasted, and finally put the carrots that were a little dry and wrinkled on the surface into her mouth, and chewed slowly little by little.

"Should I know?" Barrett turned his head to look, and in the darkness, the pair of semicircles, still exposed to the air, were glistening in the afterglow of the campfire.

"Are you from outside?" Trisa exclaimed in small exclamation, not paying attention to the brute's impolite eyes.

Barrett reluctantly withdrew her gaze to the campfire, "Outside, if you mean outside of this space, then my answer is, 'Yes.'" He didn't want to hide anything, "As you think, I don't know anything about this place, I don't even know how I got here." But anyway, I at least know how to leave—'Asha's Tears', have you heard of this?"

Theresa looked at Barrett with bright eyes, nodded slightly, and said in an indescribable tone, "That's a key, you can get out of here with it, or you can choose to stay and go somewhere else, like Riavic......"

After she finished speaking, she casually stroked the long hair of her sideburns with her hand, and then began to hum a nameless ballad like a nightingale:

"The lost will not be lost by fate;

They will only be sad in their dreams because of their thoughts;

Distant hometown, dilapidated houses,

The good things of the past are treasured there;

Is the chaise longue in front of the stove still shaking slightly,

The flames in the furnace were still shining;

The long river of time is always flowing slowly,

But some climbed the promenade on both sides of the river;

The lost are not yet hopeless,

The lost are gradually forgotten;

The lost are safe and sound,

The Lost are just fleeing.

......”

The song is melodious, with a hint of inexplicable sadness.

Barrett still had a hundred questions to ask, but he kept them all to heart. He wasn't Phyllis the parrot, and he wasn't very curious about these secrets. Moreover, he has always been able to control his curiosity.

I'm just a passer-by here, he said to himself.

"Hey, what a nice song you sing. "The little ghost didn't know when it came running. She sat on the oak branch above Barrett's head, her calves swaying slightly.

"Can you promise not to bite me, then?" Theresa looked up and looked at the little ghost with a smile.

"Hmm...... If you can be like me, always obedient in front of the big uncle, then I won't bite you!" said the little ghost, tilting his head.

"Let me be obedient?" Theresa looked at Barrett with a smirk, causing the latter to cough in embarrassment.

"Well, you can rest, we have to hurry tomorrow. "He's made the campfire a little smaller, but it will burn longer.

"What about you?"

"I'm here to watch the night, and Eve will help me in the second half of the night, you just have a good rest. Barrett leaned against the trunk of the oak tree.

"Okay, thanks. The woman said with a smile on her face. Then she slowly moved to Barritt again, snuggled softly, and closed her eyes.

It seems that there is a red-haired girl, who has also hugged me silently in such a dark night, what is her name?

The next day, Barrett and the others began to continue their journey after a brief breakfast.

Theresa's movement was a little inconvenient due to her injuries, and the fire ants and ferocious animals that began to show their presence were not very fast. Barrett had no choice but to hug Theresa in order to increase his speed.

Eventually, when night had just fallen, they returned to Greenwick Village in a bit of a mess after a hard run.

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