"Wake up, you're ready to go."

Awakened, Angelica hurriedly got up to tidy up and found that it was in ruins, not the former residence.

The brown men's clothes were set aside, with some buried marks on them, and she had to go back to the corner and dress herself so that she could tighten her loose pants with a belt.

Wearing a somewhat large men's fur hat, he looked like a shepherd, and his hair was braided to save trouble.

"Let's go, it's probably you and me on the road, you have to learn to adapt."

"I haven't been out of the house in such a form, so I'm sorry for you."

"Well, you can stay here if you don't want to follow. The dangers are all the same. Here you can be caught by scattered bandits, and there is a risk of dying on the way. ”

Hermione reiterated that wars are all about the Rogues, and she had to explain. Wilkin probably won't go.

"There's no point in me staying here, I just want to go home quickly, otherwise my parents who were swept out of the house may not insist that I come back."

The thought of creditors could tell that she had been looted in the Southern Continent. Angelika's heart was uneasy, and the few remaining properties in the family would definitely be taken by them.

"I'm going to Yasin to see if there's anything I need, and you can follow me all the way."

After explaining the rules on the road, Wilkin, who came with a stick, came over with a simple envelope stained with dust.

"Your Excellency, I still don't want to go after thinking about it. If it's convenient for me to bring a letter, the payment can be paid to you by my son, can you help? ”

"Give it to Angelica, you'd better not stay in such an obvious place, and leave the confines of the town to live in the village for a few days."

"Some of us who survived have already decided to go to the village of Ukana inside, good luck to you."

Angelica put away the envelope, listened to Wilkin's words, and left behind Hermione.

Walking out of the ruins of the town that had become ruins, she looked back, and it was completely different from the prosperity she had just come, and no one expected this ending.

In addition to the dead, those who can go have left, and those who remain here are those who are reluctant to have assets, just like themselves, hoping to encounter that turn around, but they didn't expect to almost die in the end.

"Hold my hand."

Hermione grabbed Angelica, who was still immersed in grief, and shuttled directly to the ancient forest, where she was not afraid that the traces would be exposed, because she had already left.

Plagued by vertigo, Angelica threw up as she held on to the tree to the side, and she looked at the silk-like scenery and wondered how long it had taken for her to stop here.

Standing on the ground, there was an indescribable discomfort, and he hurriedly held on to the trunk of the tree to relieve the feeling of loss of strength in the whirling world, lowered his head and opened his mouth to retch.

"We're in Kapiwara, you can rest for a while, after here we will enter the ancient forest."

Hermione's voice rang out, and she relieved herself to reply, "That's... Is it that fast? I didn't even see the Bernamb River, no~ I didn't see anything at all. ”

"If you want to go to the Pernamb River to feed the crocodiles, I can also send you back, and then your soul will be the reward."

"Forget it, it's fine for me to rest here for a while."

Now the place is separated from the state of Karuaru by the Bernambu River, Bahia and Dasbon, and Angelica subconsciously thinks that this is possible.

If only Hermione had come here before the war came, it would have been all unsalvageable, and she might have been able to repel the most vicious people.

Holding on to his back, his mind returned to the fire and roar of that night, and he couldn't remember the chaos so quickly?

The flash of fire and the sound of gunfire frightened her into her arms and sat down on the ground, and Hermione walked out of the forest on the side with a rifle.

It doesn't seem to be going hunting, and I don't know when the gun came, as if she just got a gun? When did she leave?

"It's good to get used to it in the future, and it's good to learn to shoot."

The small revolver was thrown in front of her, the bullet holes were loaded with bullets, and the dark yellow color had a chill.

Hermione had just sensed that there was a gang of rogues next to her, so she went to borrow two guns, and felt that they were not as good as her extraordinary abilities.

"Can you teach me? I don't know how to get along with someone as amazing as you. ”

Angelica's voice was weak and a little lacking in breath, and she trembled and picked up the gun in front of her. Hermione taught her to open the safety and point into the distance.

"Go get yourself dinner, there's six bullets in there, enough for you."

After a brief talk about aiming and grasping, Hermione sat down on the stone and looked at the campfire that had just been lit, and she had to learn it in the field.

Apprehensive, Angelica silently walked into the roadside wilderness with Hermione saying. There are many large and small animals around, rabbits, rats with front teeth...

Hermione, who had listened to the 6 gunshots, didn't pay much attention, and Angelica, who was a little nervous, came back with both hands in her hands, and didn't seem to hit anything.

A novice like her only has the chance to shoot the first shot, and the time to react later gives the animal enough time to run away.

"There's no need to be depressed, go eat these wild fruits, I've seen them, they're not poisonous."

Putting away the pistol she had handed over, she continued to watch the somewhat clumsy Angelica picking berries from the bushes.

There are also large wild fruits, with a reflective white-blue skin on the outside, hanging from the tree, and a white flesh with a hint of dairy on the inside. But they were all at the top of the big tree, and Angelica hesitated to go up.

"You're starving to death, do you care about etiquette? I didn't care at all. ”

"You're right." With the help of the parted branches, Angelica carefully climbed to the top.

'It's all on your own, and I hope you understand that it's just a bankruptcy. Hermione said a few words inwardly, then picked up a stick and poked the wood of the campfire.

Angelica, who had a little limp feet, came back with the fruit she had picked and wanted to share some with Hermione as a token of her appreciation.

"I don't need it, you can take a stone and break it in half and roast it on the edge of the fire, it's very fragrant when it's cooked, and it smells like milk, and the original astringency won't be there."

"I've heard of this milk fruit, I'll try it."

Angelica cracked the fruit and set it around the campfire, then ate the small berries, and soon a familiar smell lingered around her.

She wrapped the blackened fruit in a large leaf, picked it up, and stirred it into a paste with a small washed wooden stick and drank it. Sweet, eat it with the little seeds.

"After eating, you can rest well, and you don't have to worry about danger." Hermione reminded and lay down in her silk hammock to look at the night sky.