On the other hand, different groups may indeed need to be treated differently. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 For those who think they are strong, they should be made to understand that even if they seem weak, as a wonderful traveling nun of the Church, she is not easy to bully.

Walking slowly on the road where the yellow sand was flying, the girl made such a judgment.

When she reached the next tribe, Elena gave up her previous gentle greetings. Holding up a shield of magic light in front of her, she calmly walked up to them in front of them in the face of the wary or hostile gazes of the tribesmen, as well as the occasional flying stone and firewood.

"I'm Elena, a traveling nun passing through this place." She spread her hand to signal that it was empty, "I will not harm you, and I have no intention of getting any reward. All I can bring to you is the education I have received from the church so far, and the knowledge that has gone with it. ”

The girl casually stood on the ground with her shield in her hand and turned her head to look around. The faint chatter of the residents continued for a while, and gradually subsided.

"Anyone is sick or injured, you can tell me. Other questions, if I have an understanding, will naturally help you answer. "I'll stay here for five days and then leave." She thought for a moment and added, "Oh, by the way, if you don't believe what I say, or if you want to experience the power of the Lord of Light, I'm happy to accompany you~"

To her surprise, several young Thatchmen of good blood stepped forward and demanded to contest her. When she easily threw the seemingly fierce teenagers to the ground, the tribal people's eyes changed visibly when they looked at her.

Then, when she used the magic of the Lord of Light, as well as some herbs she picked along the way, to get a tribal warrior who had been seriously injured in bed to get back to her feet, cheers resounded throughout the tribe. Several warriors carried her to the square, threw her into the air, and then caught her. She smiled back.

"I just eased his pain and speeded up the healing of his wounds." The maiden did not become complacent about the approval of others, and continued to exhort the tribal woman who cared for the warrior, "Do you remember the way I took the medicine?" It is probably necessary to change the medicine four or five times, once every three days, to ensure that the wound heals properly. And for about twenty days after that, you can't be too intense in activities~"

As originally promised, she stayed in the tribe for five days. During this time, she was able to taste the food of the tribal festival – a kind of pancake baked with local crops and stuffed with minced meat and several plant leaves. The rich sauce of the filling seeps into the crust and mixes with a unique botanical aroma, which looks a little rougher, but it is a delicacy that is difficult to taste in the Church of San Leon.

She also taught some of the techniques of growing crops to the local population, which was only a matter of skin, but not without help to those who were good at hunting but not very familiar with farming. As they parted, the tribesmen handed her a heavy package. Elena opened the package and found it a bunch of herbs she had used to heal her wounds, as well as a few wrapped pancakes.

"Bring it to you to eat on the way." The tribal chief's wife said, "Those herbs, I heard you say, are a specialty of the neighborhood. I thought, you're probably going to have to help other people, so let the kids pick these up, and I can help you. ”

The girl's nose was slightly sour, and then she smiled and thanked the middle-aged woman. She waved her hand vigorously, turned around, and resumed her journey.

On the way afterward, the girl continued to pick up joy and satisfaction, and also gained some sadness and regret.

She rescued the hunter who had fainted from heat stroke, moved him to a cool place, left a small amount of water, and after making sure that he was in good health, she quietly left.

She failed to save her father, who was terminally ill, and was denounced as a messenger of death, fleeing from the tribe.

She and her warriors work together to defeat a wild elephant that has fallen into a rage, and then together they taste fresh, steaming, blood-dripping meat.

She won the tribal wrestling contest and learned that it was the patriarch's daughter's choice of husband, and went to apologize with an embarrassed face, but was approved by the patriarch and her daughter.

Gradually, the name of Sister Elena began to spread among the tribes of the North. Although there are some not very good rumors, most of them are thanks and respect for the girl.

On the fifty-ninth day of her solo travels, in the seventh tribe she had visited so far, the maiden heard something strange about it.

"Aunt Kuya, what you said is that someone ...... Stolen the body? ”

"That's it." The woman named Kuya slowed down and replied in Thatch, "You know, we will take the dead and bury them in a fixed place, so that their souls will not return to the clan to cause trouble. But a few days ago, someone found that the dirt bag where Old Hank was buried seemed to have been dug up. ”

"That's in...... Where? ”

"You want to check it out." The woman nodded, "If it's you, it should be fine...... Glock! She raised her voice, "Take this nun to the place where we buried the dead, she may know who stole the old man's body." ”

A teenager said yes and ran up to Elena. After receiving the girl's confirmation, he took the girl's hand and walked quickly towards the west side of the tribe.

"Slow down~" Elena called out to him, "There's no point in running over, speaking of which, you found the body missing, right?" ”

The boy said sorry embarrassedly, slowed down, and nodded.

The two walked together for more than half an hour. Elena occasionally talked about some everyday topics, similar to her daily life and favorite things, which gradually relaxed the somewhat nervous teenager. Then, a barren hillside came into view, and the hillside was covered with dirt bales of different heights, some of which were already overgrown with weeds.

The boy led her to a dirt bag on the edge. Someone had opened a hole in the dirt bag, and when you looked from above in the sunlight, it seemed to be empty.

"Glock, can you describe the situation at that time?" Elena squatted down to inspect the dirt that had been turned out, and asked, "The specific time, the appearance of this place, the nearby environment, other suspicious things or people, anything is fine~"

"Hmm...... It was yesterday morning...... It's no different from now. The boy touched his nose and tried to recall, "It seems that the neighborhood is ...... It's okay, but I always feel ...... Someone was staring at me from behind, probably just ......" his face flushed, but he couldn't tell it because of the color of his skin, "I was scared." ”