Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

Looking at the old man who was sent back by the passing villagers, Lecia walked back home helplessly.

She had just walked a certain distance, but unexpectedly she was intercepted by the villagers, who were too enthusiastic.

Since I can't see the Forbidden Land, I'll go to the forest tonight and take a look. My brother's shotgun should still be there, so be prepared to go to the forest tonight.

Lecia instinctively felt that she couldn't continue like this, there must be something she hadn't done.

When she returned home, when Dermot wasn't paying attention and Natalia didn't come back, she secretly went to the warehouse behind to rummage.

Instinctively and skillfully sneak open the door, relying on dim natural light to find the target. A dusty single-barreled shotgun set was found in a place filled with sticks and debris.

It was wrapped in a cloth bag and had been left unused for a long time. It was pressed inside by sticks that were usually used to replace the yard fence.

Lecia opened it carefully so that dust could not get on her, and checked the mechanical condition of the gun. It was still usable.

To be on the safe side, she opened it and took a box of grease to maintain it, not forgetting to wear gardener's gloves.

How did I become so skilled?

She tried it and wrapped it again without any problem, feeling like she was born to use it.

He opened the stick and found a box of bullets in the gap below. Each bullet was wrapped in a separate fixed powder bag and could be used without getting wet.

'Hopefully there will be results tonight. '

After choosing a dagger, she took the gun and bullets and secretly hid them in the haystacks and flowers at the edge of the yard. She climbed over the window and returned to the house, pretending to still be reading.

During dinner, she looked at Natalia opposite. She was the one who made the decisions in the family, while Dermot only handled the daily housework.

"Natalia, we haven't played outside for a long time. When will we go out?"

Natalia stopped holding the fork in her hand, her expression changed rapidly a few times, her steel-like pupils appeared and dispersed again, and she spoke calmly.

"After you finish worshiping the portrait of the saint, we can go together as a family."

After she finished speaking, she forced a smile and continued to eat her dinner. Lecia on the opposite side breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that she would be taught a lesson again.

"Where is the better place to go, Natalia. I want to go back to the city where I studied."

"Is that so? Okay, just be obedient and cooperate with Murray."

"I will, then we agreed."

Lecia observed calmly and found something very wrong. No one mentioned the specific name of the place.

I had hesitated about the Dermot family before, and I didn’t have any impression. It seemed that I had really forgotten some memories.

After she finished eating, she returned to her room. There were still several books on the desk inside the mirror, and the cold lenses stopped her approaching hands.

After tapping a few times and looking at herself reflected, Lecia thought of something.

He picked up the small mirror he had brought with him on the table and put it on top of the books. There he revealed a new book that was almost unopened.

"The Six Hundred Years of Ma Xi", "Archaeological Matters of the Fourth Age"...

She stretched her hand down, but it was still empty, but it was a great reward to be able to see the author's name and the title of the book on it.

She has never heard of Juan and Jones, and is Ma Xi a country? The Fourth Age is somewhat familiar.

Publishers am Neder, Stuttgart... 1351 fourth edition...

Lecia finished reading the familiar and unfamiliar words above. She seemed to have been to these places. Why did her head feel heavy when she thought about it.

She didn't like the feeling of these necklaces, but she couldn't take them off yet.

After reading everything she could see, she sat back on the bed and thought about the information inside. She had to go to the forest to confirm the situation.

Even in taboo places, we need to find ways. North is a man who has gone to a forbidden place. Maybe you can find him.

Even if you are afraid, you must overcome it, and you must not continue here without knowing anything.

"Lecia, what are you thinking about?"

Natalia walked in and sat on the edge of the bed, hugging her with her legs bent and her face buried in her knees, and smoothed her red hair with her hands.

"I'm a little scared."

"Don't worry, I will stay with you. Go take a shower and go to bed. Don't think too much."

"it is good."

Late at night, Lecia opened her eyes and got up quietly.

He quickly put on his shirt and loose pants, buttoned up a thin black long-sleeved jacket, and put on his old lace-up boots. The hair is also tied up behind the head.

After confirming that there was no smell on his body, he fell gently from the window to the grass like a feather without making any sound.

He took the shotgun equipment hidden in the grass, climbed over the fence and disappeared into the night.

Natalia in the other room opened her eyes, revealing dark and cold eyes, lifted the quilt and stood up, heading towards Lesia's room.

Relying on instinctive guidance, Lecia avoided obvious traces and saw the forest farm where the old man was.

She disappeared into the darkness and moved forward at a faster speed. This feeling gave her some memories. Lecia vaguely remembered that she had done this before.

The surroundings are clearly visible, and there are several traps in some hidden places.

She carefully avoided it like a hunter without leaving any traces, and finally came to a wooden wall.

Inside is a cabin in the woods with the lights out. It doesn't look big, but it can accommodate two or three people without any problem.

Does the old man live here? There is another person.

Concealing her inner fear, Lecia filled the shotgun with gunpowder, loaded the bullets, went to the door of the wooden house and knocked directly on the wooden door.

After a long time, the wooden door opened, and the man came with an oil lamp. All he saw was a bright muzzle of a gun. He raised his hand to indicate that there was no dangerous move.

Only then did I see Lecia hiding behind the shadow of the wooden board. It should be said that she walked out on her own initiative.

There is a sharp gaze in the light blue eyes, as oppressive as an old hunter in the forest.

"You can take whatever I have here, calm down."

The middle-aged man wore the clothes of an ordinary farmer and had a calm and majestic temperament. He kept a somewhat nervous expression and spoke.

"Don't look at that ax. I pulled the trigger faster. I just want to ask you a few questions."

A cold voice sounded, and Lecia restrained her inner excitement. She wanted to vent these familiar feelings at this moment.

"Tell me, you look like a new villager in Yansir Village."

"It doesn't matter who I am. Is that old man here? Are you not from this village?"

"I'm not. I just know that I have to watch from here in the forest. That old man is the one who used to guard this place."

"Have you ever left here? Where are you from?"

"I tried to leave. After walking a certain distance, I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I appeared in the cabin and forgot the memory of leaving before."

"How did you judge that? And you didn't say where you were from."