"There's someone over there. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" Lily sniffed and said affirmatively.

It had been another three days since the mercenary group left the desert and stepped into the death-filled forest. And during this time, let alone people, they did not even see a living beast, bird, or even an insect.

Compared to the desert of the dead souls, which is full of danger but still seems to be 'full of life', this forest is more like a moment frozen in the moment before death, allowing everything in it to slowly decay until it turns into nothingness.

The atmosphere in the team was also involuntarily affected. Even Bell, who likes to complain, and Elio, who is usually full of energy, have been silent a lot in recent days. Lily understands that this is not a good sign - the morale of the mercenary group is declining. But all she can do is to take everyone and continue to move forward.

Therefore, being able to see people is really good news for Lily Nono's group.

"Where the hell is this kind of place, who are you?" Bell muttered under his breath, apparently not believing her words, "It's nice to see a dead man!" ”

Lily turned, strode up to Bell, lifted the Perons into the air with the collar of her coat, slashed him in a half-circle, and then threw him to the ground.

The rest shrugged, and none of them sympathized with Bell too much—anyone with a discerning eye could tell that the Perons had just said the wrong thing.

"Evil comes out of the mouth." Ann scribbled in her notebook and showed it to Elio, "People who talk too much tend to be unlucky, that's the truth."

"At least I know when not to speak." The young knight grimaced and muttered, "I'm not stupid. ”

"Ever since we lived here, there's been a village over there." Lily didn't pay attention to the secret words of the two, but whispered to herself, "Although that village is isolated from the outside world, the people in the village have a good relationship with our old friends...... It can be said that they were once the closest humans to the "living gods". She paused, with a hint of nostalgia in her tone, "So, even if they still live here more than two hundred years later...... There's nothing strange about it, huh? ”

This is certainly not true. The entire forest has become a lifeless place, not to mention ordinary humans, and even her 'old friends' may not be able to survive here. However, the faint smell in the air, as well as the occasional traces of human activity seen around, seemed to prove that the village still existed.

She quickened her pace a little, rushing to the location of the village in her memory.

The slightly dilapidated village slowly came into view of the mercenary. Although hundreds of years have passed, the layout and style of the house have not changed from the impression she remembers. She continued on, through the withered bushes, into the gate of the village, and made eye contact with a male human who seemed to pass by.

The man looked to be just middle-aged, with a somewhat gray complexion, but not thin or dirty. He was dressed in strange clothes, as if made of some kind of plant, and he had no shoes on his feet. He also saw Lily and the others, his expression quickly changed from surprise to fear, and then he took a step forward and ran quickly towards the village.

"There really are people here." Elio sighed, "How did they survive?" ”

"Lilianor." Alphonse looked solemn, "These people are not normal. ”

"Of course we do." The mercenary swallowed and walked on, "But at least they're 'alive'?" So, we have to meet them and ask them what they've been through—"

Without hesitation, she walked through the gate and along the vaguely recognizable dirt road. When she reached the center of the village, the inhabitants of the village walked out of the houses one by one, and surrounded the group of mercenaries in the distance, forming a loose semicircle.

The villagers held improvised stone axes or stone hammers in their hands, more like primitive tools than weapons; Most of them were dressed similarly to the men who had preceded them, and some were draped in tattered coarse cloth or simply covered with woven pieces of cloth. They talked in a whisper, and Lily could understand that the villagers were speaking the ancient Kamal language, which was the language that had prevailed on the mainland when she had left her homeland.

"Whose descendants are you?" She asked aloud, in the same language as the other party, "How long have you been living here?" ”

The villagers looked at her warily, or exchanged uneasy glances, but no one answered. Lily looked around at the crowd and sighed.

"We're back." She said with a nostalgic look, slowly bending down, "I don't know if you have heard of us, but at least back then, we still knew a few good friends here—"

The silver wolf once again appeared where the mercenary had been. And just as she expected, the surrounding villagers not only did not show fear of her current appearance, but their eyes softened a lot. After a long time, a middle-aged woman slowly approached, stretched out her hand, and carefully stroked her shiny and supple fur.

"Yes...... Adults in September. The woman whispered, "I'm Louvier." ”

Lily searches for memories of her past. She has been through so much in more than 200 years that she has almost forgotten many of the things that happened before she left her hometown. But eventually, in the depths of her mind, she found the name.

He was one of the villagers who had been good friends with her and lived here. I have the impression that she is a lively girl, who likes green dresses and roasted pine cones, and often chats with her under the stars in the middle of the night, imagining the outside world; He also used to ride on her back, running freely in the snow, letting the wind and snow blow on the cheeks of the two of them. These human beings, who have a lifespan of only more than 100 years, but are full of vitality and creativity, are rare and beautiful memories of her hometown.

Now that both of them are still there, the woman's face can still be faintly seen, but the memory has long become history.

"Thou ...... I've been alive until now. She looked up, her gaze slowly sweeping over the villagers who lived there. Unexpectedly, she found a few more people who were slightly familiar, "They...... It's all the same as you, right? ”

Louvier was silent for a long time, sighed softly, and nodded.

"What the hell is ...... What's going on, what's going on? Lily reverted back to her human form, looking at the other's outfit with some heartache, "Is that the man who did it—Huruman Stark?" ”

"That's ...... I don't know how many years ago. The woman bowed her head, as if recalling some terrible past, "After you left the forest, it was still peaceful for many years...... Until that person came here. ”