Nikita is long past the age of looking at faces.

For demons, a good-looking skin is far less than a pair of beautiful eyes. And this ancient leather giant happened to have a pair of beautiful eyes, which greatly relieved the discomfort caused by its hideous face to the banshee.

The banshee walked up to the giant.

She reached out and gently patted the charred black hairs on the ancient leather giant's forearm, brushing away the remaining ashes.

The ancient leather giant made a purring sound in his chest, and his face changed with various expressions, trying his best to convey the idea of surrender to the being in front of him, who controlled his life and death, and conveyed the idea that he wanted to do something for her.

"The more you do, the more you get wrong. ”

The banshee refused the request of the subservient, and said to the ancient leather giant in a gentle tone, "Do you see those stars in the sky? They have been banished from the world because they have done too much and have always wanted to live according to their own hearts." ”

"Gods are gods because they are very far away from mortals. A clear spring sprinkled by their waves, after a long journey, has turned into a misty drizzle after falling on the heads of mortals. ”

"Time and distance can dilute all the original intentions, and they can also distort all good intentions. ”

"The saints do nothing because they know that when they reach their realm, they don't need to do anything deliberately. Their every move will change the color of the heavens and the earth. If we don't do it, we won't do new harm to the world. So they control themselves and limit their infinite power with certain rules. ”

"Demons are demons because they refuse to limit themselves. I hope to live in style, and I hope that my real body will not be confined to magic or some small world...... All of them carry their true bodies and live freely in this starry sky. ”

Faceless stood quietly behind the banshee, listening carefully to every word she spoke. It knew that every word the banshee said now was her perception in the dream.

For the faceless who lacks understanding, these insights are precious.

Unlike it, the Giant of Ancient Leather listened with a blank expression. This race is not known for its intelligence, and their hearts prefer to supply fresh blood to the sturdy muscles of their forearms rather than the few remaining brains in their skulls.

After a moment of feeling in the wind and rain and the giants, Nikita felt a little bored.

What's the point of a stupid world, a stupid companion, a stupid self, no matter how much you feel?

"Heal your wounds and wait for my call. ”

The Banshee slipped an obsidian rune into the ancient giant's arm, watched the black runes crawl all over its body, and then left with Faceless to continue her quest for cannon fodder.

Behind her, several large black shadows swept across the treetops, emitting long-hidden sunlight. It wasn't until the black shadow that shrouded his body completely disappeared that the trembling muscles of the ancient leather giant slowly relaxed. It raised its head and glanced in the direction of the two banshees' departure, its pink pupils showing a mixture of mania and fear, and only after a long time did it raise its claws and slowly crawl into the depths of the Enchanted Forest.

Leaving the Elder Giant, Nikita continues to walk in the gloomy forest with Faceless.

Between the phosphorescent glow of the mushrooms and the passage of the huge branches, there was an eerie flapping sound from time to time, and it was the enchanted mice passing messages to each other.

As the two banshees crossed a babbling stream and passed through a new tree hollow, the sound of the slapping mice suddenly became much more intense. It was as if it had changed from a spring drizzle to a summer torrential rain in an instant.

Nikita paused and listened intently to the exchange between the lords of the forest.

"Did something happen?" Faceless couldn't understand the sound of the slapping mouse, but it could read its companion's expression, so it whispered, "...... Need I call a few helpers?"

Nikita shook her head.

"There's an interesting guest from the village of Zugo, and they're a little panicked. There was a hint of interest on her face, and her scarlet eyes looked particularly pure in the changing sunlight of the Enchanted Forest: "...... Maybe you will be interested. ”

Zugo, the largest indigenous people of the Lost Forest, have brown fur and mouse-like rodents, and love to make wine from the oak at their feet.

The faceless new painting of the new mouth is beautiful and pouts.

She hated the rats, and she'd trampled a lot of them to death since she got into the woods. But it also heard that Nikita was interested in the strange guests in Zuge's village. So it pouted.

No objection, nor can it express displeasure.

I had to pretend to be cute.

The village of the Misty Mouse is located near the middle of the Misty Forest, surrounded by tall boulders covered with green and yellow moss - the ruins of a more terrifying creature that have become extinct, and the Zogoves have taken over the magpie's nest and made it their own village.

The closer you get to the village, the less oaks there are, and the more mushrooms you have.

Especially in areas where ancestors once held sacrifices or witch prayers, the fungus grew particularly densely. Their shimmering light converged into a river, flowing along the roots of the oak trees, shimmering an unsettling gray-green, reflecting the forest in an eerie and ominous appearance.

When the two banshees climbed over the boulder wall and entered the village of the Zugons, they felt many eyes watching. These eyes belonged to the owners of the village—it took a great deal of effort for Faceless to discern the small, smooth-furred brown silhouettes behind them.

Unlike Faceless, Nikita had no of these rats in her eyes from the moment she entered the village.

Her eyes all fell on the slender strange guest in Zuge's village.

It was a witch.

A young witch—about eight or nine years old—had long thick brown hair and a small round face.

It's just that her face is a little pale, and her hair is a little messy.

She held a small mirror in her right hand, a blank picture book in her left hand, a few leaves of misty wood tied to her wrist that had long since lost their luster, her robe was a little tattered, and her eyes were empty and dazed.

Several bold ancestors were throwing pebbles at her, while slapping their chests vigorously and making threatening sounds.

"Shh

The little witch put her index finger to her lips, looked slowly from side to side, and said in a very soft voice, "...... Be quiet and don't be heard by the elves...... They're going to eat people!"

Shadows in mid-air descended hundreds of slender tentacles, sweeping the surroundings, clearing the noisy ancestors out of their villages.

Nikita walked up to the little witch.

She looked down at her unkempt brown hair and pale skin, at the little leather shoes with holes in her feet, and at the toes sticking out of the holes.

The banshee's nose twitched slightly.

There was an extremely faint hint of sweetness coming from the little witch's body.

She looked like a pretty soap bubble, and the thought slipped through Faceless Faceless, standing behind Nikita, as she reached for its makeup case and began to apply eyebrow pencil and lipstick to her face.