The reincarnated devil was blessed by the goddess

"Hey, wake up, little mute girl. We've already arrived at our destination. You're sleeping like a pig, what a carefree person! Aren't you worried at all that I'll send you directly to the church and let those clergy perform an autopsy on you?"

Fairmont Country.

This ancient country full of historical heritage has stood proudly among the nations of the world since ancient times with its developed agriculture and prosperous animal husbandry.

The people living on this land create wealth with their hard-working hands and always maintain a beautiful relationship of harmonious coexistence with nature.

The country is situated on vast plains, enjoying warm sunshine and fresh air.

It is worth mentioning that Fairmont’s wine is even more famous and renowned internationally.

There are many varieties of grapes here, and the brewing technology is extraordinary. Whether it is the mellow and rich red wine, the refreshing and elegant white wine, or the sparkling wine with rich and delicate bubbles, all of them have conquered the taste buds of aristocratic consumers from all over the world with their unique taste and superior quality.

Theresa's sleeping posture in the carriage did look a bit indecent. Due to the fatigue and sleepiness from the long journey, she chose a simple and direct way to rest.

She reclined on the soft carriage seat, her small satchel serving as a headrest. Her face was faintly flushed, beads of sweat dotted across her face. Her hair fluttered in the breeze, plastering to her forehead, adding a touch of messy beauty. Her small hands tightly grasped the small notebook she used to talk to, as if embracing the entire world.

With a soft call, she slowly opened her bright golden eyes and looked at Akzan, becoming even more dazzling in the dim carriage.

"Um......"

Theresa frowned slightly, her small nose twitching slightly.

It seems that you have caught a cold. You should get a blanket from behind you.

"What a mistake! I forgot what you look like. There's a lot of mixed crowds out there these days. You look so sickly, you're like a lamb walking into a tiger's mouth. I need to find something to cover you up."

Finally here, this is the Wanderer Guild.

Although it was almost dawn, the lights inside were still bright.

It looks like this place is open 24 hours a day and may even provide hotel services.

Theresa had a good impression of the guild. Generally speaking, the atmosphere in the guild was very friendly. Compared to the conservative people in the church, the people here should be much friendlier.

"Come on, put it on if you don't want to attract attention."

As Akzan spoke, he handed the leather hood he had found to Theresa, then turned and walked to the back of the carriage to help her retrieve her luggage.

This brown leather hood looks quite adventurer-esque.

Theresa took the hood, put it on her head, and gently adjusted the position of the hat to ensure that it fit her head perfectly.

"Okay, let's go. Let's stay here for one night and deal with the registration tomorrow."

Akzan, carrying his luggage, gestured to Theresa and led the way toward the interior of the guild.

I feel a little nervous. This may be what is called mild social phobia.

At that time, she was just an ordinary working girl in the pastry shop in the small village where she lived, so providing services and entertaining customers were her job.

If it was not during working hours, whether in her past life or this life, she would choose to stay at home without hesitation and would be extremely reluctant to go to crowded and noisy places.

"Why are you still standing there? Are you afraid? Don't worry, they're the ones who are truly afraid! You know, even if the reward for defeating them was incredibly generous, few would have the courage to charge to the front lines to defeat you."

Akzhan originally tried to persuade Theresa to put aside her worries for the purpose of comfort, but he did not expect that his words would make Theresa even more reluctant.

This is clearly sending herself into a fire pit, whether it is the church or the guild, but these two places are not good to her at all.

Young Theresa pulled her hood down a little more. Fortunately, Akjan asked her to wear the hood in advance, otherwise who knows what kind of trouble it would cause.

Before reaching the door, I saw a tall, muscular man leaning against the door railing. He was shirtless, revealing his strong arms and chest, and his smoking posture looked very casual.

When he saw Akzhan, a warm smile immediately appeared on his face, and he greeted him loudly: "Hey, isn't this our Brother Poxiao? It seems that you have successfully claimed the prize. That's amazing!"

Akzan raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a faint smile, then walked up to the other person, stretched out his hands, pressed hard on his shoulders, and responded in a slightly dissatisfied tone.

"I actually think the name 'Storm That Destroys Everything' is pretty good! When I first registered, I specifically asked you how to fill in the title field, but you said just write anything and you could change it later. So what happened? You've tried it yourself and know you can't just fill it in randomly, but you insisted on dragging me into the trap! Right, 'Brother Storm'?"

Hearing this, the other party was not angry, but laughed out loud, patted Akzhan on the shoulder and said:

"Of course, you're my good brother after all! We share the same hardships, so naturally I want to bring you joy!"

After saying that, the two smiled at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became relaxed and cheerful.

Then the two of them bumped foreheads together.

"Huh? It was you who lied to me and told me that the title had to be exaggerated so that people would remember it easily. Now no one calls me by my real name!"

"Brother Storm! Brother Storm!"

"Brother Dawn! Brother Dawn!"

"puff!"

Theresa, who was standing behind Akzhan, finally couldn't help laughing out loud. Even though she had a little facial paralysis, her face made slight movements at this moment.

What kind of mess is this? A destructive storm? A break in the dawn?

How childish!

Theresa could barely hold back when she heard these titles, but when she heard them calling each other "Brother Storm" and "Brother Dawn", she really couldn't hold it back anymore.

"Huh? So you brought someone with you, I didn't even notice. She's so small, brother, you can't be like this. You usually bring some women to drink, and I'm very happy, knowing that you are thinking of your brothers. But she is so small, I am not happy about it."

He probably thought Theresa was just some kind of woman who would go out drinking with people at night.

After all, in this guild, you can often see some young and energetic adventurers bringing some pretty and graceful girls to drink and chat with them, in order to show off their unique charm and elegant temperament.

The man named Brother Storm slowly squatted down, as if trying to see the face hidden underneath the hood.

Theresa instinctively wanted to take a small step back, but at this moment, her eyes met the other person's and theirs intersected in an instant.

"Golden eyes?" Brother Storm couldn't help but shout out in surprise, with a hint of confusion and curiosity in his voice.

He then asked Akjan, "Shouldn't you be heading to the other side of the mountains? Where did you kidnap her from?"