Cheria

"Ah!"

Even though the other person suddenly appeared, it was still her who screamed.

The girl with brownish-yellow hair and simple but neat clothes patted her chest in surprise when she saw the two of them, and pursed her lips shyly, saying:

"Sorry, I didn't scare you, did I? I'm looking for someone."

"Uh, I'm looking for my mom."

She was rather thin, so it was difficult to determine her exact age, but I would estimate she was only a little over ten years old, probably eleven or twelve.

Although Fors was startled, he wasn't about to hold a grudge against the little girl.

She glanced around to make sure no one else was there, then looked into the other person's azure eyes, which were similar in color to her own, and gave them a kind smile.

"Little sister, everyone's gone. We're the last two. Your mother probably isn't here. Try looking somewhere else."

"For example, ask the theater staff for help, or go to the Police."

The little girl thanked them and said in a clear voice, "But my mother works here. She's Female Workers Cleansing the theater and is responsible for cleaning."

"My brother and I came here to help her with her work, but we don't know which small theater she's in, so we have to look for her one by one." She muttered to herself after saying this.

"Tickets to the Golden Rooster Theater are so expensive, we can't afford them."

Just then, a high-pitched voice, belonging to a boy going through puberty, rang out from the corridor outside the small theater. "Cheria, where are you?"

"I've found my mom!"

Upon hearing this, the little girl made a move to turn and leave, but then, as if remembering something, she turned back, waved her hand, and said, "I'm going to find my mom and brother."

Goodbye, brother and sister!

Clang, clang, clang.

She turned and ran out of the small theater. "Julian, I'm here."

Fors stared blankly at the little girl's retreating figure until it disappeared from sight, and sighed, "What a filial little girl."

"Very polite and cute, she'll definitely be popular when she grows up."

As she spoke, she turned her head to look at Lorry:

"Don't you get a strange feeling about this little guy?" Lorry shook his head. "What feeling?"

"I can't really explain it clearly, it's just..." Fors frowned slightly, organizing her thoughts, "... it's just that I feel like I'll be dealing with her again in the future."

She then added, "However, I can't be sure; it could just be a subconscious misperception that I find her cute."

"How about we try a divination?" Lorry suggested.

Fors thought for a moment:

"Forget it, there's no need. We can deal with things later. Anyway, she gives me a positive and optimistic feeling, so she shouldn't be an enemy."

"Okay, let's go back to the hotel, I'm sleepy."

Divination is not a panacea.

Her Astrologer's intuition told her that without having met the other person once and knowing nothing about them, she wouldn't get the answer she wanted even if she did a divination.

Just as they are now, blindly consulting the oracle could even lead to the opposite result; it's better to patiently wait for the right opportunity to arise.

For the next week or so, Fors remained in a state of bittersweet joy. On the one hand, having someone she liked by her side, being in a completely unfamiliar place, going out to play when she wanted, and drinking and enjoying the breeze together in the suite when she didn't, being able to hear his voice and see his face as soon as she opened her eyes, was indeed a kind of enjoyment for her.

On the other hand, she also remembered her goal of playing the roles of "Scribe" and "Traveler" in advance, and did not want to waste the opportunity.

Therefore, without anyone to supervise you, just overcoming yourself is torture, let alone having to Record a large amount of text every day.

But at least she had moments of happiness, while Hugh and Albert, left behind in the Loen Kingdom, were left with only pure Affliction.

Backlund, a remote northwestern suburb.

Having used up most of his Spirituality, Hugh sat down on the ground without any regard for his image, watching as the "Lorry" figures, some wearing flower wreaths and others Cleric's Robe, walked in different directions. Even though it wasn't the first time he had seen them, he still felt an indescribable shock and bewilderment.

She gently rubbed her temples, muttering to herself, "What kind of ability is this? Does that guy really not have faith in Evil God?"

"No wonder he told us to come over quietly at night..."

"If we were seen during the day, we would surely be tied to the Burning at the Stake."

Not far away, Albert, exhausted and lying on the ground with his tail drooping limply, forced himself to suppress his fatigue and his deep male voice boomed through the air:

I've reminded you many times: avoid reading those mindless Knight novels.

"The Burning at the Stake is a relic long since obsolete; currently, only the Church of Intis, or more specifically, the ' Eternal Blazing Sun, ' retains this tradition. In Loen, none of the Three Great Churches employ similar Purification methods."

"I was just saying it offhand, why are you taking it so seriously?" Hugh rolled his eyes, annoyed. "Also, I want to remind you of something."

"The Knight novel you're calling 'meaningless' is called * Young Roselle *."

"..." Albert paused for half a second, then sat up abruptly, cleared his throat, and said seriously, "The master's works are certainly not in this category."

His wisdom is beyond our comprehension.

"Xiu, watch it carefully, study it well, and remember to lend it to me to study after you're done."

"Damn it! That guy isn't even here, why are you making such a fuss?" Hugh felt disgusted and forcefully gave the middle finger to some shameless dog.

On the Steam Train from Trier to Leston Province, Lorry and Fors, dressed as a couple, walked arm in arm into the first-class carriage.

Compared to second-class and third-class seats, this place is much quieter and more spacious, with even the tables between seats polished to a shine.

"The opportunity lies on this Steam Train?" The two quickly found their seats and sat down, with Lorry asking in a low voice.

Fors nodded slightly. "That's what the stars are telling me. However, since there's absolutely no known information, I don't know what the opportunity is; that's the limitation of divination."

At this moment, other passengers approached, Lorry nodded, not continuing the topic, and instead started talking about the basic situation in Leston Province.

It is a province south of Intis, a famous grape-producing region.

"Waaaaah--waaah--"

With one loud blast after another, the behemoth belching black smoke began to start, followed by a series of clanging sounds.

The scenery outside the window recedes past, gradually accelerating.

Just as Lorry was about to close his eyes and rest for a while, he suddenly heard voices coming from the connecting area between the carriages. "Sorry, we've entered the wrong carriage."

"Okay, ma'am, please show me your first-class tickets."

A rustling sound arose.

A moment later, two figures, one tall and one short, sat down opposite them.

"Wow, sister, the sister across the way is so pretty!" exclaimed a little girl in a delicate children's long dress and a brown beret.

The woman next to her, who bore a resemblance to the young girl, nodded Awkwardness to Fors, then turned and glared at her sister. "Leah, don't shout here and disturb others' rest."

As she spoke, she took off her sister's hat and, as if by Trick, produced a small silver comb, tidying up her sister's long, light gray hair that had been pressed out of shape.