On the half-open balcony courtyard covered with flowers and vines, the view here is also limited, and the distant view is blocked by the houses, but it feels much better. The bright sunshine casts large leaf-like shadows.
Graf brought tea, leaving Angelica who followed, and Hermione, who was leaning on the back of the chair with her eyes closed, to say goodbye and leave.
"Sit down. Are your grievances almost gone? It doesn't matter. Next they will take you to Macapa, and then take the ship back. I have something to say before leaving."
Hermione, who sat upright and came back, signaled Angelica, who was still a little dazed, to sit down. The previous things only happened occasionally. As long as she was not with her, she would almost never encounter them. The shock should have passed.
"The telegram that should be sent has been sent, and what should be known is known. It's just that the external things are gone. You should have thought of it."
Just as Hermione said, Angelica also learned about the changes in her family's situation through telegrams in the past few days, thinking that she died after the war and the creditors took away all the property mortgaged by her parents.
Maybe it was because they saw the two old people dying that they were able to stay in the old house for the time being and get some last bit of dignity due to the influence.
Hearing this, she held back tears and kept blinking her reddish eyes upwards. She really had no talent and came here without even understanding some necessary information.
"You can go to Feneport City and it's not difficult to find a job. Once you fulfill your obligations, you will naturally enjoy some rights, so there is nothing to worry about.
When you arrive, you can go to the Church of the Fool next to the Neukölln National Park for help. There is no need to hide or worry, the people inside will give you some advice.
Also don’t forget the price you have to pay me to rescue you, you should also know the consequences of breaking the contract."
Lucy is also there now, but her identity cannot be exposed. It would also be good for Angelica to have a clear choice in the past.
Angelica, who had been hesitating and struggling for a long time, relaxed her tense face and leaned back on the chair. Her hanging heart had dropped. She had no better choice but to accept it.
"I will, as long as you don't think I'm useless."
The words were a little discouraged and low. Hermione thought for a moment and gave her some goals, finding a bunch of grass to hang in front of her and start moving. For example, girl, you are thirsty for power.
"You should know the real side of this world. You can have many choices in life, it just depends on how you choose."
"I don't want to choose, just let it be! I will go back and do what you asked me to do."
"If you want to figure it out later, talk to the people in the church. I can't control your choice now. You will only understand things after you experience them slowly."
After finishing speaking, Hermione left here and went to the area below, using the spiritual world passage to go directly to the Yiyanpu area.
Angelica, who was alone here, raised her head and looked around blankly. The unfamiliar environment, the hot air, and the light spots penetrating the gaps in the leaves were all so out of place for her.
Graf came in front of her at the right time, scaring her so much that she quickly put away her weak side.
"Get ready. We will arrange for you to get on the carriage and leave for Macapa. That is our chamber of commerce, so you don't have to worry."
"I'm going to prepare now."
Angelica propped herself up with her hands, straightened her clothes and left to pack her things.
"Try to make yourself more valuable. If you get more investment, you will have a lot of room for improvement."
"Thank you for taking care of me during this time."
Graf saw that Angelica avoided his words and said nothing more. She didn't pay any other tribute except the few sets of clothes she gave her, and quickly packed up and left.
When the old Coens said goodbye, he also gave her a small feather and asked her to put it in her inner pocket.
Sometimes old people tend to become more cowardly as they get older, and Graf has nothing to be jealous of.
"I wish you good luck, you may never see me again in the future."
"I hope so, I won't come to this place again."
"If you all had the awareness not to come back, so many things wouldn't happen."
Graf watched the Chamber of Commerce pick-up carriage turn the corner and closed the old iron gate. The weeds in the courtyard were spreading upwards in layers. Do you want to plant some flowers?
Scarlet lily? Lily of the valley? Sometimes it needs to be changed.
In the isolated space underground, dense threads cut through the space to create another scene. Hermione stood there and looked back at the person in the coffin.
"Be careful of revenge. If it doesn't work, go and seek refuge with the Church of the Night. Of course, it's better to come to me."
"Let's take a look. The entire area in La Paz has become an activity area for pagans and His Majesty's rebel followers. Don't go too far."
The western part of La Paz is the Yiyanpu Mountains. This place is far away from the east. The colonial forces, rebels and pagans from the northern coast have poured in one after another. Coupled with the strangeness of the local indigenous people, chaos and disorder have replaced it.
"Don't worry, I'm not the kind of person who will exterminate an area at every turn. I'll go find Veronica and come back to be your wife."
After finishing speaking, Hermione used the spirit world passage to go to the Rio Grande. The man in the coffin who wanted to refute had no choice but to go back and wait until he came back to talk.
There seemed to be no traces of civilization on the rocky river beach, except for the road above it, which was close to the forest. But the wild grass had extended into the middle, covering both traces made by the wheels.
'Do you want me to walk there by myself?'
After complaining a bit, Hermione stepped on the weeds and returned to the road. It was obvious that no one had used this place for a while, and it seemed that she might not encounter it for a while.
Standing on the top of the tree and looking westward, the hazy white-topped mountains at the end of the horizon were the goal of her trip.
The eagle soaring in the sky landed on the branch at her feet, and its black feathers spread sharply, several times larger than what she usually saw.
"A few laps later, it will be Yang Guo's Brother Diao. Please give me a ride."
The eagle picked up the light Hermione and returned to the sky towards the ever-increasing mountains. The cold, high-speed airflow had no effect on her. This could be considered the first time she experienced the feeling of flying.
The hunter who was sitting on the top of the mountain and observing looked at the black dot in the sky from a distance and blinked several times. Is there such a strange-shaped eagle?
The eagle's talons, which were falling rapidly, caught the dry tree trunk, and Hermione jumped from it to the flat stone roof on the side.
"Thank you, please leave these places quickly, otherwise you will be enslaved," Hermione stroked the eagle's head and asked it to leave here directly.
Below is a village built on a river valley. Most of the houses are made of local materials, built directly with stone and wood.
Below are the terraces cascading to the river, and on the other side of the river, three huge logs with one side flattened together make a simple bridge to connect the two.
"I don't know how long it will take to find it, but I'm back after all."
