There is only one bright moon that casts cool moonlight, which is never partial to others. It is also the only source of light for most people in the slums at night.
Unlike the hustle and bustle of the trade area, more than 70% of the people here are not even qualified to light candles.
Light is a luxury product for them.
The same was true for Angelina, but she lit a candle that she rarely lit - just after a smooth-feathered night raven came by.
But when she held the candle and wanted to go out, a childish voice came from inside the hut.
"Sister, do you want to go out?"
It was Garro, one of the four children who had been with her since the orphanage disappeared when she was five years old, and it was he who went out of the city to look for Angelena in the morning.
"Well, Garro, I'll go out for a while. You can be good at home and take care of Lin with Flero and Sissy. Do you understand?"
Angelina warned, but Garrow's next words made her expression suddenly dull.
"Are you meeting that brother this morning?"
The innocent voice combined with the child's innocent questioning made Angelina unable to get angry.
"Garo, why do you ask this?"
She was a little helpless. When did Jialuo become so gossipy? It must have been Sissy's instigation.
"I want to tell my sister to seize the opportunity. My brother is a nice person this morning. You will be happy with him."
The child showed off the knowledge he had learned from nowhere, and his words were eloquent, and his eyes were particularly bright in the dark night.
"He is different from those people. He has never looked down on us, nor discriminated against you because your hand was injured, sister. His eyes are the same as the noble young master who sent Lin off last time. But the nobles definitely look down on us, so
Sister, you can try this person."
Jia Luo said all the words he had been holding back for a whole day in one breath, which seemed to him at a young age.
My sister has worked really hard, and she is still injured. If there is a chance to meet a suitable person who can take care of her, that would be great.
And her sister's appearance is more than enough for him. Even the most beautiful woman in the slums, Mary from the tavern, lowered her head in shame when she looked at her sister's chest. He had noticed it several times.
"Nothing like that, he and I just help each other, and..."
When Angelina said this, Woody's figure flashed across her mind. Although they only met each other twice, for some reason the memory left on her was so profound.
"Besides, people like him..."
"Sister, eldest sister! Don't be discouraged! If it's because of us, don't worry. I will be able to work in the dock area in two years. By then, Flero and I will not need your care, sister.
Sissy and Lin are also included in our care, you have the courage to try it, really."
Garro seemed to see Angelena's hesitation and became anxious immediately. Even in the dark, it could be seen that his little face was flushed with pain.
And the echoes of the other two people also came from the room.
"That's enough, Garro, don't talk anymore! I told you that I'm really just going out to help, and you don't have to do anything. You can go back without worries. Lin just woke up. Take good care of her and don't let her catch a cold. Remember to let her go."
She takes her medicine on time."
Angelena interrupted their conversation. She felt that if this continued, the topic would continue endlessly. She also did not forget that there was someone waiting for her tonight, so she quickly ended the topic and closed the room.
Door.
She held the candle and left the alley.
But for some unknown reason, Angelena felt a little dizzy after her head was blown several times by the night wind when she was walking on the street to the trade district.
Moreover, the familiar feeling in her heart occupied her brain again, and the nightmare that had tortured her for several days suddenly struck her this time.
She is thirsty...
"Damn it!"
"Is it early again this time?"
"But I still have a promise! I can't sleep through it!"
Angelina went from walking fast to stumbling, but it only took about ten minutes. By the time she noticed, it was already too late.
She kept twisting her thighs in an attempt to wake herself up, but even if her thighs were bruised and bruised, it still didn't help.
Finally, the nightmare that surged forward again swallowed up her consciousness like a tide. She could no longer hold on, lost her balance, and fell to the ground.
"sorry."
Lying on her back on the ground, the pain in her body did not suppress the sleepiness of the monk girl. Two lines of crystal tears flowed from her eyes that were forced to close, as if she was in pain for her broken appointment.
And the last scene that stayed in Angelena's mind.
It's on the dark blue sky.
A bright moon is hanging high in the sky...
…
The trade area is brightly lit.
Woody's figure appeared in a remote alley. With his 18-point agility and the fact that the traffic in the trade area was at the peak of the banquet, the carriage could not move too fast.
Woody easily arrived a few blocks ahead of Grandia's carriage.
And after confirming the direction Grandia was going tonight, he also controlled the night crows through the "Eye of the Crows" to notify the monk girl Angelina to rush to the preparation place he planned.
The young hunter walking in the alley, his eyes covered by a ribbon could not see any wavering or anxiety, but were firm and sharp.
Although less than a week has passed since he woke up from another world until now, he has been preparing for this moment every moment of every day during this week.
The plan in mind, the advancement of professionals, the resources prepared for this...
Everything will come to an end tonight!
However, as time passed, Woody failed to bring the young monk girl to him.
"what happened?"
"Delayed on the way?"
But he clearly remembered that Night Crow had already conveyed the message to her.
Was there an accident?
A lawful monk rarely breaks his oath, and never breaks his promise to help others.
But the fact before Woody now is that Angelina, the warrior girl, has not arrived.
Although I don't know the reason, it is true.
Finally, Woody waited for another five minutes, but Angelina still did not arrive.
Woody, who was in the corner of the alley, finally gave up waiting and left directly. He didn't plan to wait any longer.
Although there was still a lot of time, he decided to go to the secret shop.
The monk's vulnerability awareness is essential and is part of the plan.
But something went wrong here, and he could only try his best to make up for it himself.
He suppressed the slight disappointment in his heart, which was fine.
Angelena's incident just reminded him.
Never place your hopes on others, because you never know which one will come first, accident or tomorrow.
In this case, he can go alone tonight.
Fortunately, the harvest this time was rich enough. Selling the most expensive Red Dragon card should be able to fill the gap exposed by Angelena's unavailability.
He didn't feel any pity at all.
No matter how good something is, it must have a purpose!
Woody thought.
His body gradually disappeared into the shadows.
…
Grandia was looking boredly at the buildings passing by outside the window, but what she was thinking about was her mother's perfect face, her dissatisfaction with her body, and her dissatisfaction with the count nobleman Filiu just now.
Si kissed himself out of physical disgust.
They were just fake flesh-and-blood creatures. Having seen the perfect creation, she naturally couldn't stand them anymore.
She is a little ashamed now, why she used to be so complacent among such a group of crooked melons and immersed in the virtual pleasure of being sought after, it is simply stupid.
Fortunately, she corrected herself in time, and soon, her mother promised to make her equally perfect!
Just as Grandia was thinking wildly, the carriage suddenly stopped.
She called out quickly, but found that her coachman had suddenly fainted.
"Who! I am a descendant of the Baron Pike family. Attacking a noble is a serious crime!"
Grandia shouted bluffingly as she took out the amulet that her mother told her not to use easily to seal in evil power.
This is the only way to reach the middle of the mountainside of the trading area, which is dedicated to the residences of wealthy businessmen and nobles.
There are no buildings nearby, and there is only a cemetery five hundred meters away.
The person behind the attack chose this place to attack, and had obviously made plans to kill and silence him.
"Damn it!"
Just when Grandia was cursing and planning to take action secretly, a deep and mellow voice came to her ears.
"Miss Grandia, I mean no harm!"
"I just smell the scent of my mother who is already in the sky and turned into a star on your body."
Upon hearing these words, Grandia suddenly froze, "Mother of the Stars." This is the nickname of the Corrupt Mother Tree that the Profanity Sect believes in, and some people are convinced that they are the descendants of the Corrupt Mother Tree.
"Who are you?"
Grandia actually half-believed this sentence when she heard it. After all, there are not many provocateurs in Asenland, and there are almost no fake ones.
At present, they are not the targets of the paladins in the temple. Compared with other cultists, they are more like playing house at this moment.
However, when the speaker walked out of the shadow of the carriage, Grandia, who was still half-doubtful, immediately dispelled all her doubts.
She saw the man who was a head taller than her, wearing a wolf-head mask that covered half of his face, leaving only his chin, and wearing a shabby gray hunting coat and cloak.
The moist and shiny cysts were densely occupying every inch of his skin.
The "perfection" defined in Grandia's eyes is slowly taking shape on the body of this strange man.
This is a "sublimated" person. His body is covered with scars cut by himself. He seems to want to speed up the progress of sublimation in this way.
There is no doubt about his piety, after all, except for the blasphemous believers who believe in the Corrupt Mother Tree.
No one would take the initiative to incise themselves to feed the "seeds" in their bodies.
It was too late for them to escape, not to mention the cysts and abscesses covering half of their bodies.
And the reason why he didn't choose anyone else was probably because he, like himself, had a different purpose but the same important mission.
That is to "right" the wrongs of the world.
Let the flesh and blood return to its most true and perfect form.
Sure enough, the man heard Grandia's words and didn't speak.
Instead, he raised his head slightly, leaned down, opened his hands, looked at the stars near the full moon in the sky, and said piously.
"Rectify the world's wrongs!"
"The mother of stars guides our way forward."
"Although the journey of correction is destined to be painful."
…
After hearing this, Grandia was convinced and spoke the last paragraph with him in unison.
"But life forms are but the false cries of the gods, and His whispers will tell us what true perfection is."
