Tommy waits for the girls to come back by the salt lake.

As the girls were in a ragged state, details surfaced, and the smile on his face froze.

"How's it going?" asked Tommy, worried. His wife's mages had calmly departed like cucumbers, and had returned beaten to the point of being an inch away from life. "Did you find Vanka?"

Gwen's right boot had been cut in half, and her leather breeches were torn beyond repair. Deborah's vest was shredded, and a little blood splattered on her chin and chest. The other two girls were also poorly dressed.

"There are two losers. "Yue was too tired to discern the various signals, and the second villain ambushed us. ”

Tommy made an "o" with his mouth.

"Everything was fine. Gwen walked up to her horse and rubbed its nose and we grabbed both of them, their core was here. ”

She held up a hand, revealing her humble ring.

"Great!" Tommy said, a big smile on his face. "I knew Vanka couldn't stand up to you, lady boss. ”

"Alright, let's go back. "I can lie down," Gwen sang, visibly lacking in energy. Even with Evia's positive energy supplements, she felt exhausted.

On the way back to the camp, he was sullen and did not say a word.

"I'm sorry everyone," Deborah broke the silence, her voice unusually serious when they saw the camp in the distance, I was not a good defender. I endangered us all. ”

"Don't do that, Debbie. You've done your best. "We couldn't have done it without you," Gwen said as you punched Yue. Not to mention that you kept us safe from the Vanka incident. ”

"I overestimated myself. Deborah exhaled, and now I know why every team needs a confessor. ”

"Yes, we need to find a suitable opponent for 5 five 5. Yue's brutal criticism made Deborah's face even darker.

"Winny. Gwen raised her pitch an octave. This is also quite rude to Yue.

"What do you think, Elvia?" Yue tried to divert Gwen's anger elsewhere, but their companions remained silent.

The girls rode silently until they reached the camp, where Gulagon was waiting for them.

"Welcome back, I'm a hero of the tribe. I think you're successful. ”

"We almost died. Deborah dismounted. She turned around with an unfriendly look on her face. "Do you know there are two? What are you planning? Do you want us to die there?"

"Deborah!" Gwen warned her friend.

"You shouldn't trust them!" Deborah seemed more hostile than her usual self. Before they could answer, Deborah ran to their tent in a rage.

"Is Debbie Hale?" Gwen asked Elvia.

The little girl nodded.

"I had already healed her. Debbie had a small fracture in her shoulder and severe bruising. She's fine now. ”

They watched as Deborah zipped up the tent with gloomy violence.

Gwen didn't know what to think. How unusual. Deborah doesn't act like the happy girl next door she knows. It's a side of a friend she's never seen before.

"I told you she's a racist, remember?" I told you back in junior high school, "Yue holds a grudge and remembers her favorite Asian joke when she remembers the past, is it about us eating dogs?"

Gwen and Elvia looked at Yue. It would be a much more convincing argument if she did not dismember Vanka.

Gwen chose to drop the charges against Yue. Instead, she put her hand on her shoulder to calm her friend. Gwen felt that she was older than the girls, that her temper was less prone to crankiness and rash judgment, and that it was her duty to keep her calm.

Thinking of Deborah, Gwen felt that this athletic teenager was more of a person under pressure than a racist. As a psychologist who stands by and watches, she thinks Deborah has an inferiority complex. Failing to show the same performance as Yue, she blamed Guragon.

But Gwen felt it was wrong to indulge Deborah just because she was down. Girls need to grow up to be a person and a mage, what good is it for a strong person who can't control her temper? They only pose a threat to themselves and others.

"Leave her alone, Yue. "Wen patted Yue's leg and told her to calm down, our way of life is not exactly the same, sometimes walking a mile in Deborah's shoes, I'm sure you will understand her frustration. ”

"Uh-huh!" Xiao Yue muttered.

Old Gulagon didn't say anything.

"We start the ceremony in the evening and light a nice bonfire! We do corrosive fungi! But, first, let's settle you down! There's nothing better in the city. ”

"Alright!" he rubbed his hands together. "I've got some bush for you too. ”

"Gwen. "Elvia tuggs at Gwen's sleeve, should I go see Deborah?"

Gwen shook her head. Satisfying Debbie's desires only adds to their misery. In Gwen's experience, it is best to let the girls overcome it on their own, and then praise them for their wisdom in achieving a change of mind.

"Let's go. Gwen hooked Elvia's elbow with her hand, and I heard interesting facts about Bush Tucker. Let's see what they have. ”

By the time the Migru Magician reached the Corrosive Mushroom, there were already piles of smoking bonfires. The girls watched with fascination as the men of other tribes carefully painted for the dancers.

Gwen wanted to see some real Bush magic, but to his disappointment, a lanky native took out flint and matches and lit the pyre. He glared at her fiercely before leaving to join the others, apparently distrusting the magician of Miklo.

"I don't know what I'm expecting. Old Lady Guragon asked her, and Gwen looked around in embarrassment.

"Why do stones do magic?"

Gwen shrugged. Why.

The older women in the camp cook, while the younger women serve. As guests, Gwen and the group did not need to be involved in the preparation of dinner.

However, Xiao Yue dug a fire pit for herself.

"There's one thing Debbie is good, but she's not here," Yue said with a smile typical. ”

Gwen and Elvia said nothing. Sometimes, only silence is golden.

Yue quickly lined up the wood into a pile of hollowed-out wood.

"Summon the flames. Xiao Yue walked around as she carefully controlled a mysterious flame to scorch and dry the wood.

"Can't you just cook with magic fire?" Gwen asked.

"Tried it, it tasted like garbage. It's just that there's something wrong with the elemental fire. ”

The girls watched as Xiaoyue stirred the firewood until the charcoal burned.

"Please pan and add butter - all the butter, and the garlic. ”

Gwen realizes them and gives it to them. They watched the butter sizzle in the pan. A group of locals also decided to venture over to see what she was up to.

"Please eat crabs. ”

Gwen turned the "crab" leg into reality. The indigenous people marveled at the size of this "seafood". It is a rare treat for them as their home is far from the sea.

The father-in-law first roasted the bristles on his legs and watched the eggshells turn bright red. As the mystical energy disappears, the carapace easily splits and the juicy meat expands as it cooks. She then cuts off a large amount of aromatic white meat and sizzles in the butter to give off a delicious aroma.

Gwen drooled.

With the first plate of "Wanjia garlic" served, dinner began in earnest. The irresistible aroma of crab meat attracts locals from far and wide to line up around the girls to taste this rare delicacy. In exchange, they brought bushtak, bushatoes of a few bushels, cucumbers, and sweet berries with a sour taste. Others brought sweet potatoes and other unpalatable root vegetables that added a lovely touch to the meal.

Old Gulagon poked her hearty piece of flesh suspiciously.

"What is this? I never thought sea creatures would be so big!" she muttered to herself. She put a chunk in her mouth and savored the taste.

"It's amazing. "She lets the sweetness roll on her tongue, what's that called?"

"Wanjia. Yue waved an empty carapace in the air. She found that by smothering the flesh directly in the eggshell with butter, it was easier to cook a particularly crispy layer of meat, and with butter and oil, it would crunch to your heart's content.

Old Gulagon dropped his plate.

"Damn!" she stammered in surprise, her eyes widening. "Are you eating the greater souls of Earth?"

"We. Yue Yangqing smiled innocently, we were eating a magical creature. It's not earth, by the way, Vanka is an air element, don't you feel its flesh? It's fluffy and light. ”

Guragon looks contradictory. She never wastes food, and that's a matter of respect. The soulwalker timidly tried to eat her portion, her tongue greasy with guilt and fear.

Gwen herself is not picky. If there was anything she needed after the Caliban meeting, it was hearty food. She has a vain thirst for the soul, a spiritual sustenance, and a physical hunger for nourishment from nature.

After dinner, it's time for the metaphorical entrees.

Gulagon gathered the girls around the campfire. The beginning of a corrosive star has begun. She patiently explained that dance is a language, a law, a story and a place, and all these things add up to dreams.

"We are going to sing the song of Almugi, sing the serpent, and it will come to visit you in a dream. ”

"Yes. Gwen nodded.

"Okay, forget it. Guragon pointed to Gwen's chest.

"With what?" asked Gwen innocently.

Guragon pointed to her impressive nudeness, a dark sweat glow between the rising moon and the flickering firelight.

"Glyphs, signs, spells, bring you Almuji, Migru girl!"

"Oh, to hell with it!" the father-in-law slapped Gwen. "Get down, girl!"

"Oh. "Elvia was red from her dimples to her collarbone.

"Really?" Gwen turned white and charred.

Guragon nodded.

Gwen looked at her friends expectantly. Thankfully, Deborah wasn't there.

"I need to keep my... "Put on your private clothes," Gwen said flatly, it wasn't a matter of negotiation, not with her friends and the tribe here.

"Your choice, if Almoody fires you because of a stone, don't blame me. Gulagon shrugged his shoulders, you talkers, you who love to shout. ”

Gwen began to take off her shirt, three pairs of eyes staring.

"Do you have to keep your eyes open?" Gwen asked, even her navel red.

"It's good for you. Xiao Yue bit into another crab leg, chewed loudly and continued to move forward. ”

"Oh. It's mine. "Oh God. "Elvia covered her face cutely, her fingers peeking out of her spiky Gwen!

"She's the whitest miglu I've ever seen," Gulagon said, her eyebrows wiggling like two caterpillars, vying for dominance on her face.

Gwen could see that her horribly pale was drawing curious glances from all sides. Thankfully, they weren't interested in her nudity, instead she had an ethereal countenance.

"A ghost!" exclaimed someone in the distance. "There's a Migru ghost!"

Gwen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

As soon as she pulled it, she took off her piece of gauze, which looked like a solidification. She would rather put this matter to an end than endure Yue Yangqing's endless comments behind each dress. If Yue had dollar bills, she might offer them.

"Oh my God, Gwen!" Xiao Yue suddenly cried out, and the 'crab''s leg rested on her lips. "Girl, you need to eat!"

Gwen is now left with only underwear. The girls could see her very modest bust, but Gwen's ribs shocked them as they could see it both under her pale skin and under her hip bones.

"me, you're a skeleton," Yue blurted out that I had seen you eat, how could it be?

"It's void magic," Elvia said calmly.

"I know how powerful your Void magic is, but Gwen—you have to take care of yourself!" Yue said in shock.

Gwen nodded. Before she woke up, her body was skinny but full of energy. Now she looks as if she has experienced a series of compulsive fast foods. Her waist is thin, making Avia's torso appear plump.

"Is this also the effect of the Void Spell?" Yue poked at Wen's stomach, her skin like a piece of ivory, glowing with a faint aura in the firelight.

"I think so," Gwen replied. As one in four Chinese and one in eight Indonesians, she should have a natural tan skin. Now Gwen burns at the touch and has to avoid direct sunlight. She felt like an Eastern European vampire. Gwen remembered Elizabeth. No wonder they think she's one of the undead.

"Are you ready? The moon will soon be sleeping!" Ragon suddenly lost his voice. She prepared the paint, salted red pigment, white ash, dark amber, yellow ochre, orange flowers gathered from wildflower stems. Now these girls just want to talk!"Skinny, at least you didn't starve." You know, this happens when the land is dry! Come on, Miss Migru, I'll have to give you some color, lest my gangs think there is a ghost among them. ”

Gwen was present at Gulagon's inspection. Her legs are okay and she maintains her feminine figure. The worst part is that when Yue whistles lewdly, she recalls Guan Yingshan's party.

"Well, it looks like your body's nutrients are already down the stairs before they are enhanced," her friend said expertly doubling the butter!

"I think it's a matter of nutrition, not fat," Elvia added.

Gwen took off her boots and felt the softness of the red clay beneath her feet, its fine, dry clay particles moving between her toes.

"Okay, let's get started. Guragon dipped his finger in the paint jar and began to color Gwen in the dream signals. The dye was not as slimy as Gwen had expected, but in powder form. Guragon patted the juice of Gwen's unnamed plant, and then began to draw intricate patterns on her thighs and stomach, slicing across Gwen's body.

"Then we have to go," Guragon said coldly.

Gwen was already numb from embarrassment. She obediently removed the last vestiges of civilization from her.

Guragon continued. Gwen's arms are painted with dots, representing the ley lines of her body, channeling the soul to her heart. There were two ochre-colored stripes on her torso, and a red thread split her chest in two, curving around her swollen chest.

"You two, come here," Guragon ordered, telling Yue and Elvia to put their hands in the white powder and slap them like this!

Guragon slapped Gwen's thigh, leaving a terrible white handprint.

"Hah!" the father-in-law slapped Gwen twice, leaving two ghostly hands.

Palm!

Gwen gritted her teeth and kicked the sand in her friend's face.

Avia, who is more amiable than mischievous Xiaoyue, carefully draws several handprints on Gwen's stomach, thighs, and back, and blushes uncontrollably as she performs her duties.

"Finishing touches!' it's almost done!" Guragon said finally, and went to get Gwen a facial.

The old soul singer's fingers blurred, smearing Gwen's forehead, cheeks, and neck, markings that indicate her pure soul and her desire to seek advice from the Earth's Great Serpent Mother, Almuji (Almuji).

"It's done!" Gulagon shouted proudly, examining her work. Miss Migru looks like at least that character - if you ignore her fair skin. "Now go dance and take part in the corrosive fungus. ”

"I'm sorry, what?" Gwen thought she had heard something completely impossible, such as being asked to dance naked and covered in Aboriginal tattoos.

"Silly girl, you're dreaming! don't dream!" Guragon laughed. She stood up and took Gwen's hand. "Come on!"

Yue's eyes sparkled. Oh, how she wished she had brought a lumen recorder with her. Too bad, Deborah, Yue thought, she didn't know what she was missing.

Avia grabbed Yue's arm tightly, and substituted life through Gwen, not daring to join.

At the same time, Gwen never dreamed of what her friends were thinking. She walked into a pile of black bodies, covered in sweat. The spirited old fellow joined the circle and surprised everyone around her by pushing Gwen in front of her.

"What should I do?" Gwen still covered her chest with her hands.

"Follow the music, go!" said old Gulagon laughing, moving his arm and following the music, with no apparent effort. "Let it come!"

Gwen slowly removed her hands from her chest, trying to follow the music. She stumbled here, staggered there, and urgently peeled her arms with an ungraceful, incoherent clumsiness.

Even Yue was embarrassed by Gwen's skinny performance and cried because she was in the limelight. Elvia's expression is equally sympathetic and cringe, her face sandwiched between the dramatic masks of tragedy and comedy.

Gwen felt the tempo pick up as the temperature rose.

A feeling of dizziness began to replace her conscious nakedness.

The corrosion holes are turned one by one, one by one.

Suddenly, there was a round of applause.

"Kapi, Kapi, Kapi!" said old Gulagon, patting his thigh.

To her surprise, Gwen and the other dancers didn't miss a beat.

"Kapi, Kapi, Kapi!"

Digeridos echoed, the staccato beat of the chanting sticks. The world around Gwen becomes more and more blurry, and the edges of the numbers above and below blur.

"Kapi, Kapi, Kapi!"

"Kapi, Kapi, Kapi!"

Suddenly there was thunder.

Gwen was now covered in a layer of white sweat, sweltering in the yellow firelight, sweat soaked the markings on his skin, they seemed to flicker, burning with color, and every movement became more vivid, obvious, and more noticeable.

Sudden Femata.

There is a pause.

Pauses in motion.

"It's coming! Almuji is dreaming!" cried Gulagon. Gwen was exhausted from dancing, panting for breath, and the swollen little white ** was panting.

Suddenly, a thunderclap swept across the sky, and Yue and Avia were fascinated by it. In the distance, there was a green glow, and then a waterfall of color washed over the cloudless sky.

"Where did that come from?" Xiao Yue looked at Avia, she didn't have an answer.

"Look there!" Elvia pointed to the sky, her own eyes twinkling with anticipation.

They lifted their chin and saw a shimmering, brilliant Southern Northern Light unfolding against the backdrop of the Milky Way. The gathered crowd stared at the scene in front of them in amazement.

In Gulagon's arms, Gwen began to dream.