After being woken up, Angelica quickly got up and tidied her clothes, only to find that the place had become ruins and was no longer her former residence.
The brown men's clothes were put aside, with some traces of burial on them. She could only go back to the corner and put them on and tighten the loose trousers with a belt.
Wearing a rather large men's leather hat, he looked like a shepherd, and his hair at the back was tied into braids to save trouble.
"Let's go. It's probably just you and me on the road. You have to learn to adapt."
"I have never traveled far in this way, please excuse me."
"Well, you can stay here if you don't want to follow. The dangers are the same. You may be caught by scattered gangsters here, and there is a risk of death on the road."
Hermione reiterated that war was indispensable for rogues, and she had to explain it. Wilkin probably wouldn't go.
"There's no point for me to stay here. I just want to go home quickly, otherwise my parents who have been kicked out may not be able to insist on my coming back."
When she thought that her creditors would know that she had been robbed in the Southern Continent, Angelica felt uneasy. The few remaining properties in her family would definitely be taken away by them.
"I just happened to go to Yasen to see if there is anything I need. Just follow me all the way."
After explaining the rules and regulations on the road, Wilkin came over with a stick and a simple envelope covered with dust.
"Sir, I thought about it and decided not to go. If it's convenient, just bring me a letter. The reward can be paid to you by my son. Can you help me?"
"Give it to Angelica, you'd better not stay in such an obvious place, leave the town and go live in the village for a few days."
"Some of us who survived have decided to go to Ukana Village inside. I wish you good luck."
Angelica collected the envelope, listened to Wilkin's explanation, and then followed Hermione out of here.
After walking out of the ruins of the town that had turned into ruins, she looked back and saw that it was completely different from the prosperity when she first arrived. No one expected this ending.
Except for those who died, those who could leave have already left. The ones who stay here are those who are reluctant to part with their assets. Just like myself, they hope to encounter that slight turning point, but they almost die in the end.
"Take my hand."
Hermione grabbed Angelica, who was still immersed in sadness, and headed directly to the ancient forest. She was not afraid that the traces would be exposed here, because she had already left.
Wrapped in dizziness, Angelica held on to the big tree on one side and vomited. She looked at the thread-like scenery before she stopped here after an unknown amount of time.
I felt an indescribable feeling of discomfort when I stood on the ground. I quickly held on to the tree trunk to relieve the dizzying feeling of weakness. I lowered my head and opened my mouth to retching.
"We have arrived at Capiva State. Please rest for a while. After passing here, we will enter the ancient forest."
Hermione's voice sounded, and she calmed down to reply, "Then... so fast? I didn't even see the Pernambu River, no~ I didn't see anything at all."
"If you want to feed the crocodiles in the Pernambu River, I can take you back, and your soul will be the reward."
"Forget it, it's good for me to rest here for a while."
The current place is separated from the state of Caruaru by the Pernambu River, Bahia, and Dasbon. Angelica subconsciously felt that this was possible.
It would be great if Hermione came here before the war came, everything could be undone, and she might be able to repel those extremely evil people.
The support turned into a backrest, and my thoughts returned to the fire and roar of that night. Didn't I remember how chaotic it was at that time so quickly?
The flash of fire and the sound of gunfire scared her so much that she hugged herself and sat on the ground. Hermione walked out of the forest on the side with a rifle.
It didn’t seem like she was going hunting. I don’t know when the gun came. Did she just get a gun? When did she leave?
"It will be good to get used to it in the future, and it will be good to learn to shoot."
The small revolver was thrown in front of her, with bullets loaded in the bullet holes, and its dark yellow color was a bit chilly.
Hermione just sensed that there was a group of gangsters nearby and borrowed two guns. She felt that they were not as useful as her extraordinary abilities.
"Can you teach me? I don't know how to get along with such an amazing person like you."
Angelica's voice was weak and she was a little out of breath, and she tremblingly picked up the gun in front of her. Hermione taught her to turn on the safety and point into the distance.
"Go and get yourself a supper. There are six bullets here, enough for you."
After briefly talking about aiming and grasping, Hermione sat on the stone and looked at the bonfire that had just been lit. She had to learn something in the wild.
With an uneasy heart, Angelica silently recited the actions Hermione just said and walked into the wilderness on the roadside. There were many large and small animals around, rabbits, rats with big front teeth...
After hearing the six gunshots, Hermione didn't pay too much attention. Angelica, who was a little nervous, came back with the gun in both hands, but it seemed that nothing had been hit.
A novice like her only has the chance to fire the first shot, and the subsequent reaction time will give the animal enough opportunities to escape.
"There's no need to be depressed. Go ahead and eat these wild fruits. I've seen them and they're not poisonous."
She put away the handed pistol and continued to watch the somewhat clumsy Angelica picking berries from the bushes.
There are also large wild fruits, with reflective white-green skin on the outside, hanging on the trees, and white pulp with a slight dairy flavor inside. But they are all on the top of the big tree, and Angelica hesitates to go up.
"You are starving to death. Do you still care about etiquette? I didn't care at all."
"You're right." With the help of the separated tree branches, Angelica climbed up carefully.
'You have to rely on yourself for everything, I hope you understand, it's just bankruptcy.' Hermione said a few words in her heart and then picked up the stick and poked the wood of the bonfire.
Angelica, whose feet were a little weak, came back with the fruits she picked and wanted to share some with Hermione to show her gratitude.
"I don't need it. You can break it in half with a stone and bake it next to the fire. When it's cooked, it will be very fragrant and smell like milk, and the original astringent taste will be gone."
"I've heard of this milk fruit, let me try it."
Angelica cracked open the fruits and placed them in a circle around the campfire, then ate some of the smaller berries. After a while, a familiar smell lingered around her.
She wrapped the fruit with a blackened outer shell in large leaves, picked it up, and mixed it with a clean wooden stick to make a paste and drank it. It was sweet and the small seeds were eaten along with it.
"Have a good rest after eating. Don't worry about danger." Hermione reminded, lying down on her spider silk hammock and looking at the still clear night sky.
