Three consecutive days of heavy rain have made the poor miserable. Domestic garbage mixed with feces and urine surround the wooden houses. Boom and Rikka nest in the wonderful house and continue to "enjoy" the hard journey of outing.
"Why don't we go back tonight? We won't die tomorrow. There will be many opportunities in the future." Boom dispelled the magic power of the Zodiac Bullet and turned to look at Rikka.
"I'm waiting for a night. My brother will go to the market area with me tomorrow morning, okay?" Liuhua answered helplessly with a sad face.
Boom nodded after hearing this and said nothing more. He once again cast his gaze out the window and admired the rainy scene. Boom would try his best to satisfy most of Rikka's requirements.
Rikka sat down next to Boom at some point, and white smoke rose from the fragrant hot tea. The two of them just sat in silence, each thinking about their own thoughts.
At this time, at the border of Nightingale Grassland, a ragged girl slowly appeared in the heavy rain. The moonlight reflected her already bloodless face even paler. Perhaps except for the half branch, she had no strength to move forward. The leather boot on the left foot was distorted due to long-term soaking in rain, and the bare right foot was covered with broken blisters. The long blond hair was messy, and the slightly squinted eyes were full of exhaustion.
For four days, she walked alone on the Nightingale Grassland. She threw away the few pieces of black bread she had to avoid wild beasts, and gave up her magic wand in order to survive.
Now, she has nothing except the sacred text in her arms. But she still keeps moving forward and walking into the distance.
A muffled thunder exploded in the sky, and silver-white lightning illuminated the Nightingale Grassland. Boom's smile froze instantly, and the black wooden staff slowly glowed.
Rikka on the side almost choked on the pastry. She pressed her face against the window, but then she shrank back into the bearskin stall and was shaking in an exaggerated way.
"Why are you having a fit? Are you hungry?" Boom asked in a low voice, but his eyes were always fixed on the black figure outside the window.
"Ghost! This is how it is written in novels. When the night is dark and the wind is high, black shadows will suddenly appear." Even though Rikka said this, she still stuck her head out.
A moment later, the two returned to the Wonderful House again. The girl, who looked like a rag doll, was still unconscious.
Seeing this, Rikka took out a few pills from the dimensional space and gently stuffed them into the girl's mouth, regardless of Boom's objection.
Boom, on the other hand, waited for Rikka to change into new clothes and then gently covered him with the bear skin blanket. The fire crackled and the broth that had solidified boiled again.
"You won't save one after another, will you, our Miss Six Flowers Saint?" Boom asked with a smile while fiddling with the charcoal.
"No, isn't this boring? I'm saying that people also want to see ghosts." Rikka chuckled and kept glancing at the girl who was already breathing smoothly.
Although exhaustion and hunger can kill people, they are also extremely easy to treat. So after two hours, the girl opened her eyes and regained consciousness again.
Seeing this, Rikka ordered Boom to bring the broth, while she tested the temperature of the other person's forehead with her hands. The sound of gurgling sounded in the wonder house, and the girl's spirit became better and better.
"Now that you have recovered, please tell us your doubts." Boom quietly pulled Rikka behind him, holding the black wooden staff tightly in his hand.
Seeing Boom's expression, the girl also put down the wooden bowl. She stood up and bowed to the two of them in a standard way, but her movements seemed very strange.
"A nun's gift? I didn't expect you to be a nun. People thought you were a ghost." Rikka's voice sounded in Boom's ears, seeming a little curious and more cordial.
"How do you know this is a nun's gift? You're not doing something stupid again behind my back." Boom looked at Rikka with a wry smile, while Rikka rolled her eyes and turned away.
Time passed slowly, and Boom and Rikka also roughly understood the whole story. Rikka's face became colder and colder, and Boom secretly lamented the other's rough fate.
"Lulu, so you are a survivor of the Survivor game. Although it is inevitable to live in a different place, there is no need to go to the Knight Principality."
Boom said softly while comforting Rikka. From his point of view, it is good to be alive in this situation, and it is a bit excessive to be so picky.
"You almost died when you walked to Highgarden, and the Duke of Knight is more than twice the journey away from here. I think you are thinking too wildly."
Boom shook his head. He knew that the other party was a priest, and priests were also a type of magic profession. But priests did not have any attack methods. In other words, they were not much stronger than ordinary people.
"I'm a mid-level priest, and I'm very powerful. Besides... I have a reason to go." Lulu smiled and walked out of the Wonder House, and the rainstorm stopped at some point.
Lulu has her own wish, which is the holy wish of a priest and a lonely journey carrying the dogma of the gods. But in it, she has a small selfishness mixed in, and a desire that she has had since she woke up.
Dusty memories.
The survivors of the Survivor game are the mercy of the gods and Lulu's fate. It is like the only fate in front of them, which they cannot resist, let alone escape.
Although Lulu seems a little extreme, even a little crazy, this is because she has a broader vision and perception. Because she can see things that Boom and Rikka cannot, and perceive things that ordinary people cannot.
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The truth is so vast and vast, but the range of perception of us ordinary people is very narrow, and extremes are the impact of broadness on narrowness, and a very uncomfortable interruption.
Many people with faith will question the times with the beautiful world they describe, but the response they receive is usually long-term silence.
The secular road has always been bustling and bustling, and a person never has to worry about being without a companion. But the road to the truth is destined to be a lonely road.
The road is deserted and populated, and the wind is biting. Secular people who pursue warmth and liveliness regard this road as a daunting one, and few people can muster the courage to embark on this road.
The fate of those things of beauty and truth in this world is often like a gem falling into a sewage ditch. There is no vibration, no ripples, or even a little sound.
Looking at the figure gradually going away, Boom frowned slightly. The other person gave him a strange feeling, or maybe it felt familiar.
But Rikka on the side seemed hesitant to speak. Like Boom, she felt that the girl's idea was too whimsical and she might be devoured by wild beasts tomorrow.
"Are we really going to let Lulu leave like this? It always feels like we are watching her die." Rikka looked at Boom and asked worriedly.
"Everyone has their own things to do. She is not our relative, so she can go if she wants. Besides, what do these things have to do with us?"
Boom put away the black wooden staff, and he was completely relaxed until this moment. It is a good habit to be cautious, no matter who the other person is, even if it is a harmless butterfly.