Bengtie: Is your pure and beautiful destiny serious?

The next day at noon, when Cheng An woke up, he saw the brand new red brooch on the bedside table and smiled with satisfaction.

She happily took off the brooch on her sleeve, pinned the new one on, and then put the old brooch in her pocket.

She opened the curtains and took a deep breath. The air was filled with steam and it was gloomy and rainy outside the window.

Kakava Day is the day when the Ewekin people commemorate the Mother Goddess. Once upon a time, Kakavasa was born on this day in history. On that day, it rained, which was rare in the sky. Therefore, his family believed that he was a child blessed by the Mother Goddess and named him Kakavasa.

Today is another Kakawa day, and the rain falls quietly again. But this time, under the rain, will the lucky child have a new life? Will the shrewd clan have its own victory?

Cheng An didn't know because she was also in the game.

After packing her things, she left the room and walked towards where the Evikin people lived. When she went out, she bought an umbrella. The thin umbrella separated her from the "blessing" and "forgiveness" of the Mother Goddess.

But the closer she got to the tribe, the more chaotic the surroundings became. She began to feel uneasy, so she quickened her pace. When she finally arrived at the tribal gate, she could see that the melee had already begun.

Before there was time to react, Cheng An immediately drew her sword and rushed into the battlefield with the music box. She threw away her umbrella, and the rain soaked everything here.

It is easy to distinguish the Katikas from the Evikins. One can tell at a glance who is better dressed, who is better equipped, and who is more skilled.

It is clear at a glance who has the advantage in this game.

Cheng An didn't have much energy to think about anything else. She only knew to use fire and swordsmanship against Katika and to lend a helping hand to the Evikin people.

Originally her attack could have been more fierce, but the rain never stopped, and even though her fire was not an ordinary flame, it was still more or less affected.

It was really annoying. Who on earth said that this rain was a blessing? They were clearly almost killed by this rain!

He had to fight with his face covered in water, and his vision and sense of movement were greatly affected. It was only thanks to the automatic dodging that Cheng An was able to fight a little uncomfortably, but was not seriously injured after all.

While fighting, she did not forget to look for familiar figures in the crowd, such as Kakavasa. But after carefully looking around and confirming that there were no children in this battle, she felt a little comforted. It was great, at least Kakavasa was not on the battlefield where swords were blind.

Some of the Evikins who were fighting spotted her and were very surprised: "Master Messenger!"

"The envoy has returned!"

"The envoy has not given up on us!"

They couldn't help shouting and raised their rifles.

"Stop shouting!" Cheng An had no choice but to deal with their excitement. While warning them, he controlled the music box to release a flame shock.

"If you want to go back alive, then stand up and come at me! Otherwise, if you die here, my trip here will be in vain!"

Perhaps spiritual encouragement was as important as Old Lana said. This group of Evikin people, who were originally at a disadvantage, straightened their backs, mustered up their courage, and charged forward with their weapons.

The weak crowd shouted loudly, and they used both cold and hot weapons, with a fierce momentum that was not often seen in them. The departure of relatives and friends, the plunder of resources, and the disrespect for their beliefs were countless.

The long-standing oppression was vented by the Evik people today with the waving of swords, the explosion of muskets and bullets. Generations of hatred must be avenged today.

The drizzle fell, washing the red color into the sand that had been stepped on countless times underfoot, dispersing the smoke into the slightly cool air, making the shouts and screams smaller and smaller, and turning the day of sacrifice into a river of blood.

As the overcast sky grew darker, Cheng An's arms and spirit were exhausted and in a precarious state. She swung her sword and took away the last Kartika on the field.

She seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief and sat down on the ground unsteadily.

The rain is still falling.

Sweep every face, every body equally.

No matter who passes by, the water drops that finally slide down to the ground are dyed red.

Another tragic victory.

The surviving Evikins were almost exhausted. They knelt in the rain with trembling hands and feet and cried, thanking the Mother Goddess and the messenger for the blessings, and thanking the victory that had come upon them.

Cheng An sat there and calmed down for a while. Someone came to help her up and she did not refuse. She stood up with the help of the help.

She turned around to see who was so fresh and unworldly that she did not join the group of people in expressing their gratitude for the gift, but also remembered to help her, a living person.

Then, she saw a head of messy golden hair and a familiar face that always had a gentle smile in her memory.

"...Varissa?" Her voice trembled.

Still alive, Varissa is still alive! This is such a big surprise!

She thought she couldn't save Kakavasa's sister. The battlefield was chaotic and children were obviously small, so it was easier to tell if they were alive or not. But Varisa was not easy to tell. Fortunately, she was fine.

This time her trip was not in vain.

Cheng An smiled.

But the smile didn't last long. The embarrassed blonde girl held her shoulders with both hands: "Master Envoy, we won, right?"

“We beat the Kartikas.”

Cheng An thought she was too excited to imagine their victory, so he said affirmatively: "Yes, we won. Although we don't know whether the Kartika people have mobilized all their forces or whether they have any remaining tribesmen, we won this battle."

Varissa also let out a trembling breath: "In this case, we need to find Kakavasia back."

When Cheng An heard this, he roughly understood what she meant. As a sister, Varissa would not let Kakavasya join in this chaotic situation which was called a trick but was actually revenge and would eventually turn into an armed fight, so she let him escape in advance.

In the original story, she did the same thing, and Kakavasa was always a good and obedient child, so he left and never looked back. After that, when Kakavasa appeared again in people's sight, he had become a slave code-named 35.

Cheng An and Kakavasa missed each other perfectly.

She reached into her pocket for the red brooch she was going to give him as a birthday present. The cold feeling reached her rain-soaked fingers through the fabric and chilled her heart without any hindrance.

Just then, something blocked out the already dim light, casting a black shadow in front of her eyes, and the rain suddenly stopped.

Cheng An looked up in confusion and saw a corner of a black umbrella. Turning back again, he saw an ordinary-looking man in a black suit respectfully handing him the umbrella.

The man had obviously seen big scenes before. He turned a blind eye to the corpses and broken walls, and the people crying or laughing in the tribe. He walked towards her with a clear goal, breathing steadily without any panic, and even the smile on the corner of his mouth was very standard.

He said, "Hello, Miss Cheng An. Our director wants to see you. Please go to the company's base in the Emirates. I will be responsible for guiding you."