At the sa ti, the two mbers of the Black Wood Squad also walked in from outside the inn’s door, followed by a simply dressed young girl.
She looked vaguely familiar, and after a quick recall, he rembered she was the girl he had t in the Orange Garden earlier.
Now, following the two adventurers in front of her, the young girl huddled slightly, appearing a bit nervous. Her steps were hesitant and her body stiff, yet she held a basket covered with burlap in her hands.
"This girl seed to be waiting outside for a long ti, but didn’t dare to co in. If the captain hadn’t spotted her, she might still be waiting across the street now."
The Dwarf waved at Xia Nan and explained.
Mo’en’s death not only dissipated the light barrier that enveloped the entire Sheep Horn Town from the church’s do, but also freed the townspeople who were under the Jade Charm’s spiritual control.
The mories still existed, and they could clearly recall everything that happened during this ti.
They were naturally aware of the identity of the mastermind, the esteed Priest in the town, and the contributions of Xia Nan and the others.
They might feel fear due to the powerful crystallized villagers they killed and the overwhelming power they couldn’t resist, but more than that, there was gratitude and relief.
Xia Nan understood the townspeople’s reaction; in fact, the impact of the crystallization event was far from over.
About the gemstone crystals deeply embedded in the flesh of the town’s residents, which had already lost their potency; about the Priest of the Shangtia Church who abandoned his faith; about the origin and provenance of the pink Jadestone...
There were still many matters left for the relevant people to handle.
It seed unlikely that the residents of Sheep Horn Town would return to their previously peaceful lives in the near future.
And Xia Nan was about to leave the town, continuing on his journey.
If nothing unexpected happened, he probably wouldn’t have the chance to return to this remote town again...
Seeing the black-haired youth by the dining table, the girl from the Orange Garden seed to breathe a sigh of relief.
Her steps involuntarily quickened as she approached the puzzled Xia Nan.
She lifted her hands and offered the basket in her hands to him.
Xia Nan reached out and lifted the burlap covering the basket.
Accompanied by the sweet orange fragrance that filled the air, what ca into view were the vibrant orange-red hues unique to the Honey mandarins.
...
...
"Hiss..."
At the sa ti, on the other side of the continent, deep within a dense forest.
A young girl with delicate features and a deep chestnut ponytail braided at the back of her head sat alone in the camp, where faint traces of Magic Radiance could be seen flickering in the air.
The brown cloak draped over her shoulders was neatly placed on the blanket beside her, and her beige robe slightly tightened due to her cross-legged posture, outlining her slender and delicate silhouette.
The young Mage, carrying mories from two lifetis, still exhibited the sa deep exhaustion and heavy pressure on her face as before.
Yet now, in stark contrast, she was grimacing in pain, her eyes tightly shut in distress.
Only after she grabbed the nearby water bottle and gulped down half of it did she finally catch her breath.
Her amber eyes carried a hint of bitterness as they gazed at the small tangerine on the ground in front of her, with its green skin and a piece already peeled off.
"I rember these tangerines being very sweet. The season is right, so why..."
While grumbling in her heart, the girl’s whole body suddenly froze.
Unbeknownst to her, under her Perception, the world’s line deviation rate had increased by 0.12% again.
"Why... why?!"
"How could this be?!"
The sudden shock left the girl in a daze.
She suddenly felt the remaining tangy bitterness on the tip of her tongue.
For a mont, her gaze towards the little tangerine on the ground suddenly turned peculiar.
After a mont’s hesitation, her slender, fair hand, trembling slightly, reached out towards the tangerine again.
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