The next day the Holy Maiden had everything arranged very early, and the Paladins would take on the task of protecting the camp, exploring and finding the original camp and creating a passage connecting the two places, while the Holy Maiden and Anka would carry the barrels to collect the Tears as much as possible.

As Ankka and the others walked through the rattling forest, Ankka could clearly notice that the saint was full of curiosity about everything around her, but every time she twisted her head towards her, she showed a subtle sad expression.

Ankh asked, "How far is the Tears of the Holy Maiden from here?" ”

The saint looked around and took out the map from time to time to look left and right, and then the saint calmed down, feeling the powerful force from the tears of the saint that was attracting them, and the saint pointed to a narrow tree-lined path and said, "Inside." ”

While crossing the muddy path, Ankka noticed that the hem of the Virgin's dress had been stained with a lot of mud, and the Saint seemed to be a little concerned, but it seemed that she didn't want to interfere with her progress, so she had to wrap the hem of her skirt around her waist with a rope.

"Holy Maiden, is there a sound of water in front of you and you want to rest for a while? I'm a little hungry too. ”

The saint smiled and looked back at Ankka and nodded in agreement.

The saint took off her skirt by the river, revealing the blue-blue leather armor made of exotic materials she was wearing.

The leather armor crackled with the lightning with every movement of the saint, and Ankka stared curiously at the armor until the saint stood in front of him.

"What is Mr. Anka looking at?" The saint asked Anka, blushing at her.

"I didn't expect you to wear armor too, what kind of material is this?"

"Because I don't usually wear it to prevent beasts, it's made of the skin of a lightning python, does Mr. Anka want it?"

Ankka shook her head, took the soaked skirt and put it in a mesh bag, and handed it back to the saint.

"No need."

The saint said that after throwing the hem of her skirt into the tree, she held out her hand to Ankka and continued to walk forward with him.

As the two of them marched into the night, they finally came to the Tears of the Holy Maiden, which slowly flowed out of the cave in the ground, forming a small Tan that reflected the moonlight like a mirror on a stone pile in front of them.

After filling three buckets of Tears of the Holy Maiden, Ankka asked curiously, "By the way, how did this thing manage to cure diseases?" ”

"It's not clear."

"Why don't you dig up here and see what's going on down there?"

"What if we dig this place open and make the tears of the saints disappear here?"

"Didn't you already catch three buckets of water?"

"And what if there are villages around that depend on this for their livelihood?"

"Then forget it!"

When she walked back, Anka, who was tired from carrying a bucket of water, was worried that the saint would not be able to stand on her feet and scatter the bucket of tears, so she stepped forward to take the bucket.

"Holy Maiden, help me keep an eye out for the beasts around me! Just tie this barrel to my back. ”

"Trouble Mr. Anka."

Wiping the sweat from her head, the saint stretched out the rope and tied the barrel to Anka.

While the saint lamented her weak strength as she traveled, Ankka showed unusual concern for the saint's recent condition.

"Has the Holy Maiden felt something wrong lately?"

"The weather here is quite changeable."

"Does the Holy Maiden hide anything from anyone other than the Gate of Heaven?"

"Everyone has a little secret."

"Is it the same with the Holy Maiden?"

"Isn't the saint a human being?"

In an instant, the atmosphere between the two became unusually silent, and the saint began to turn her head nervously to look at Anka, who also slowed down nervously.

The Holy Maiden feared that the revelation of her secrets would shake her impression in the minds of others, leading the infidels to seize the opportunity to expand their influence in Santa Seca.

Ankh watched the hesitant Saint Maiden watch in silence, and the Saint felt sick from Anka's gaze.

"Well, I'll tell you everything."

"I'll keep it a secret."

"After I got the Gates of Heaven, I came across a long, scary humanoid creature that also possessed powerful spells, and it told me how to make the highest level of mysteries and how to fix them, but it didn't tell me more about it."

"What does it look like? Do you think it's a good thing? ”

In the face of Anka's more stern questioning, the saint lowered her head and hesitated for a long time before speaking again.

"It's a tall and thin body with a dark body, and although it keeps showing me all sorts of strange future prophecies, it still tells me about Heaven's Gate."

"Can you call it out?"

"It's gone now."

Ankh nodded, and the two continued on their way, and when they returned to the camp, they found the paladins arguing around a wounded guy.

"What's wrong?"

The Holy Maiden stepped forward quickly and quickly scanned the nervous crowd with her cyan eyes, and the paladins did not speak but silently turned sideways.

To the great shock of the saint and Anka, the guy sitting on the ground eating the fruit was exactly the same as the saint except for the hair and eye color.

The saint bowed her body to face the girl in front of her, and gently held the fruit that was great to her with her hand.

"Holy Maiden, this child was found in the forest, and when we noticed that she looked very similar to you, we were curious and brought her back."

Ankka placed the Tears of the Virgin in the ship's interior and took out a vial, walked over to the child, and handed it to the child.

"Drink, this will heal your wounds faster."

"Thank you."

After the girl timidly agreed, she raised her hands tremblingly and dangled in front of her a few times, and then she was grabbed by the saint and stopped moving, and the saint took the tears of the saint and gently dripped them into the girl's eyes.

"What is this?"

Seeing that the tears were useless to her eyes, the saint smeared them on the scar again, but strangely it was still useless, and then the saint gently sent the tears into her mouth.

"What does it feel?"

"It's sweet, thank you."

At this time, Ankka and the saint were in confusion at the same time.

"Isn't the tears of the Holy Maiden useless?"

This thought came directly to the hearts of the two of them, and Anka picked up the remaining tears of the saint and slashed himself with a knife, poured it on himself, and instantly recovered the wound as the potion covered it.

Ankka and the Holy Maiden looked at each other for a moment, and then the Holy Maiden picked up the Maiden and walked to the camp, while Ankka asked the paladins to form a team to patrol the edge of the forest.

As Ankka entered the tent, the saint was grooming the girl behind the curtain on the other side, while Ankka sat in a chair full of worry.

Just now, the tears of the saint did not work on the girl, which made Anka extremely curious and worried, he was worried that the tears of the saint also had no influence on Elanhi's current poison, and he also began to wonder about the mystery of the life of this girl who looked like the saint.