Three days later, under Boom's constant urging, Rikka finally left the small courtyard in three steps and one step at a time. He did not want to delay the other party because of his injuries, and Rikka also needed time to practice.
Coming to Miracle Plains again, Rikka breathed in the air with the fragrance of green grass, and instantly felt happy and even hummed a little tune.
She was indeed holding back her nerves these days. Every day she was either worrying about Boom's injury or hating the aristocratic young man. Her nerves were tense, as if they would break at any time.
She walked forward slowly, and for some reason, she came to the artificial fishing ground. As for the paddock where the kite performance was performed previously, it had already been demolished.
There are more than a dozen people sitting in the fishing ground at this time. Judging from their clothes, most of them are residents of Aogu City. But the figure who injured Boom is not among them.
Turning around and leaving, Rikka moved deeper. She was in a good mood today, and when she was in a good mood, she would do something icing on the cake, such as killing people.
The mother-child mask had already been split into two by Boom. Rikka put this thing away and his appearance instantly changed into another person. It was a strange face that appeared out of thin air, but he was wearing a snow-white bearskin Viking dress.
Familiar place, familiar hillside, familiar snacks and juice. Rikka lay on the ground, greedily bathing in the sunshine, and listening to all the sounds attentively.
Not long after, the crunching sound of wheels sounded in the distance. Rikka, who was still a little drowsy at first, suddenly became energetic.
I saw him turn over and hide himself in the reeds with a few quick steps. The sound of the carriage was getting closer and closer, and Rikka slowly drew out the two meteorite swords.
"Robbery! Keep your lives." Rikka sprang out like a cheetah and said loudly.
This is a small mercenary group, with a dilapidated carriage loaded with goods, and three middle-aged men as all its members. And judging from its dirty leather armor, it is estimated that its strength is not much higher.
This is exactly what happened. These three people were friends who played together since they were young, and they all joined the Holy Cross Union as adults. However, after many years, it was difficult to make a living, so they had to become mercenaries.
Three low-level warriors, three unlucky ghosts, and three pairs of desperate eyes. Although their strength is low, as Ogu people and mercenaries, how can they not know about the elusive "White Death".
And the other party's snow-white Viking dress really reminded them of it. Although the other party's voice sounded like an underage girl.
"Are you the White Death God?" The three of them looked at each other and finally asked cautiously.
"Huh? You three are not very strong, but you are pretty good at judging people." Rikka didn't expect that the other party would chat with her, but she nodded and acknowledged her identity.
Bad luck! This is the only answer in the minds of the three of them at this moment. Who is the White God of Death? He is a murderous demon who doesn’t blink an eye and likes to set fire to corpses.
"Sir...Sir, the three of us are just the lowest-level mercenaries. The things we escorted this time are just some worthless spices." One of them spread his hands and said helplessly.
"If you like these things, feel free to take them. We can also give you everything we have on us. I just ask you to keep others under your sword." Another person also carefully agreed.
Rikka had actually guessed this outcome a long time ago. It was not her first day to rob and kill the mercenary group, so she naturally knew which ones were big fish and which ones were small shrimps.
But today Rikka is not trying to obtain property. She needs to get out of the shadow of Boom's injury, and there is only one way to get out, which is to kill.
"Those spices will become your burial objects. If you want to resist, take up arms. I will not show mercy." After that, Rikka pointed at the three of them with his two meteorite swords, as if he didn't bother to strike first.
Silence! The three of them fell into endless silence again. But two of them saw the unwillingness in each other's eyes and the resentment of being slighted.
As low-level warriors, although they experience such things every day, they have never learned to get used to it, and they will never be able to get used to it.
Draw the sword! The sword falls! Rikka's figure only moved one step, but the two heads rolled to the ground. She did not use the "Gift Release" sword technique, not because she didn't want to, but because there was no need.
Absolute speed, absolute power, and absolute lack of hesitation. In front of these miscellaneous fish, all Rikka can get is perhaps a hint of the pleasure of killing.
"Your companion is dead. Don't you want to fight? Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope." Rikka looked at the last warrior and asked softly.
"No, I'm no match for you at all, but please forgive me, because I still have a child." The middle-aged man didn't look at Rikka again, but turned and walked towards the carriage.
A moment later, he pulled a little girl and stood in front of Rikka, as if father and daughter would live and die together.
If there are any things that can make Rikka's heart soften, then one of them is family love. And the two people in front of them are exuding endless family love.
The little girl is not very old, even two years younger than Rikka. She is looking at Rikka curiously, with no fear in her eyes.
Their eyes met, and Rikka relied on the instinct of the contracted beast to immediately conclude that the other party was extremely innocent, at least far better than the middle-aged man beside her.
The two meteorite swords were slowly lowered, and Rikka was hesitating. She knew that if Boom were to handle this kind of thing, she would definitely kill the two of them without hesitation.
But she didn't want to hurt the little girl, because in her eyes, Rikka saw her former self. It was a pure and flawless face, innocent and full of curiosity about the future.
"Sir, this is my daughter. I hope you can let me go and let me grow up with her." The big man stroked the little girl's head and said with a painful look on his face.
"What's your name?" Rikka ignored the other party and kept looking at the little girl.
"My daughter is mute. She was born this way." The big man tried his best to squeeze out some tears and said again.
Half an hour later, the big man sat on the carriage, and the carriage drove slowly into the distance. After looking back countless times, he put his heart back in his stomach.
He didn't care much about the two dead brothers, because the mercenary profession was a very dangerous profession. What's more, the three of them were only low-level warriors.
"Little girl, you are really my lucky star, but I still want to sell you to human traffickers, the White Death? I think it's better to call it the Blind Death!" the middle-aged man laughed wildly.
It turned out that this little girl was just an orphan kidnapped from the royal city. Seeing how cute she looked, the big man planned to sell her some gold coins. But he didn't expect that he would be spared death.
Pfft! A short sword passed through his throat and was nailed deeply into the wooden frame of the carriage. Rikka walked out of the reeds with a cold face and hugged the little girl.
On this day, the Miracle Plains once again burst into flames, and the White God of Death, who had disappeared for more than half a month, returned again.
That night, in the slum monastery, the old nun took the little girl and the bag of money containing a hundred gold coins.
Rikka, who returned to the Wonderful House, chose to forget these things. Because the more she experienced, the more important Boom was to her.