It's so painful! So hard! So difficult!

"Don't be like this... Look at me carefully, Bai Lin. Let's find a safe place and rest for a while, shall we?"

Katie's tone was still very soft, and Bai Lin forced a smile, shook his head, raised his head again, and replied,

"I understand, but I want to be alone for a while..."

Bai Lin's voice stopped abruptly. In the moment of her astonishment, a thin body that was not too heavy pressed on her. Katie dropped her umbrella and wrapped her hands tightly around Bai Lin's shoulders. She whispered in Bai Lin's ear,

"I've been there. Through my magical investigation, I found a seed containing a fragment of Fei'er's soul. It's now in the hotel where we stay. Get up quickly."

"..." Bai Lin was still somewhat silent. In this very warm embrace, she was still very depressed. She was about to protest a few times, but Katie continued to speak.

"Besides...if I get caught in the rain with you, I'll really catch a cold. Let me make it clear, I won't let go until you leave."

Bai Lin closed her eyes and leaned her head against the tombstone. Katie Pello's hair gently brushed against her cheek, and her embrace softened Bai Lin's stiff limbs and her somewhat silent heart.

This little guy is really helpless...

After hearing Bai Lin's barely managed reply, Katie stood up first, then pulled Bai Lin up with both hands. The shorter girl picked up her umbrella and handed it to Bai Lin, who then spoke.

"Wait a mininute."

A black, slightly chipped linen cloak draped over Fei'er's tombstone. Though it fluttered in the wind and rain, it showed no sign of being blown away. After completing all this, Bai Lin took the umbrella. Holding Katie's arm, they slowly walked off into the distance.

Whether it was the colder weather or the coldness of people leaving, there was no doubt that this was the "coldest day" Bai Lin had experienced since arriving in Kamitlan.

A somewhat realistic but kind pastor who sacrificed his life to protect the people he wanted to protect.

A somewhat rigid but reliable archer who lost both his legs while trying to protect his trusted teammates.

A somewhat arrogant but pragmatic assassin, she probably lost her mind for the sake of her relatives.

The magician... no, that girl, who had always concealed her appearance and suppressed her emotions, was the first to stand by Bai Lin at the critical moment. With a look of no regrets, she sacrificed her own life to end the misfortune that had plagued her all her life.

Even though it was only a short year, a part of Bai Lin was also buried on this land as the team fell apart. Or perhaps, it was buried in the cracks of time.

Fortunately, he had the warmth of the person in his arms throughout the day. "Spending the coldest day seeking warmth in a vast sea of ​​people" is perhaps the most appropriate way to describe Bai Lin's current situation.

Watching the two of them walk away, leaning against each other in silence, Sora tucked his umbrella around his neck, took out a cigarette from behind him, put it between his lips, and then, shielding his hand from the wind, lit it with a match. Then, holding the cigarette in one hand and the umbrella in the other, he took up his umbrella.

Her eyes lacked their usual maturity and mystery, instead revealing a hint of fatigue and... guilt. Her slightly glazed expression seemed as if she were lost in thought, completely lacking the air of the mysterious store manager she once was. She simply let her skirt and hair sway in the wind, like a helpless girl.

She took another deep drag on the cigarette, then slowly exhaled, and then a song slowly slid out from her throat.

"I only hope I can hug you and fall asleep in time

Keep the warmest side of this world

Spending the coldest day in the vast sea of ​​people seeking warmth.”

Soon after, she stubbed out her cigarette, fixed her makeup, and then stomped out, her usual demeanor restored. Only her black cape remained, fluttering in the raging rain, showing no sign of being blown away.

Chapter 458 Cleansing Light

Inside a dark cabin, a dry wind whimpered through the overly dilapidated board house. But this fierce wind could not blow away the chilling smell of blood that permeated the cabin.

Behind a long table, a body lying on the ground suddenly trembled. Then, it was pushed open by something like a wooden board, revealing a small space under the floor.

The dark purple fur was almost invisible in the darkness. It was a little frizzy and dusty, not looking very clean, but what was more noticeable was the pair of trembling wolf ears.

The young, dusty-faced werewolf girl, about fifteen or sixteen, began panting as she emerged from the cellar. Clearly, pushing the corpse aside and overturning the wooden planks had taken considerable effort. But as soon as she took her first breath of air, the pungent smell of blood and decay nearly sent her plummeting back into the cellar.

“Mom…Mom!!!”

When she turned her head to look at the corpse beside her because of her sensitivity to the smell, the wolf girl couldn't help screaming. She quickly crawled out from the ground, grabbed the hand of the old woman's corpse in front of her, and burst into tears.

Perhaps this wasn't a rational move, and it might even attract enemies who hadn't left yet, but it was also the most likely action a fifteen-year-old girl would take. She grieved as she rocked the back of her mother, who would never return.

Suddenly, the wooden door creaked open, and the setting sun shone into the dim wooden house, illuminating the body of a man.

The man was dressed entirely in white, adorned with gilded patterns, his torso concealed by a long robe and his face covered by a hood. Although he exuded the aura of a priest, his concealment made him seem less like a good person.

The wolf girl immediately released her hands that were holding her mother, turned around, bared her teeth and roared at the man, revealing her sharp bone claws and fangs in her mouth, as if she was trying to intimidate the person in front of her with violence in anger.

The man showed no fear at all. He walked straight in without closing the door and said in a deep voice,

"How tragic... Has this place also been massacred by that Saint Son, leaving only this little girl?"

Seeing the man advance again, the girl roared again, waving her claws and stepping forward. But the man naturally extended his hand and placed it steadily on the wolf girl's head. Instantly, she quieted down, gasping for breath before lowering her hands. It was as if the man's hands held a unique magical power.

"I can sense that you're furious. This is truly... inhumane. You're the only one left alive in this entire village."

When the girl heard this, she yelled a few more times. She probably didn't understand human language, and no one would understand what she was yelling. The man nodded in understanding.

"Well, I understand. This was all done by the Holy Child. But you're no match for her, right?"

The wolf girl's ears drooped, and her eyes looked even more empty and lonely, while the man continued to talk.

"I have an opportunity. As long as you are willing to accept the same power as your enemy, you may be able to defeat her. What is your choice?"

Hearing the man's words, the girl only glanced at him lightly before she felt herself stir. Anger and hatred flowed through her blood at the murder of her loved ones, stimulating her nerves and making even her hair stand on end. Her eyes were quickly filled with a look of deep disgust, and she gritted her teeth and said,

"I accept."

As expected, both the wolf girl's appearance and her true mind were equally naive and gullible. She seemed completely unconcerned with the man's identity and purpose, and simply believed this man whose words and actions seemed to carry a magical power.

The man hidden beneath his hood smiled. Then, with a gentle wave of his other hand, beams of pale light, like curtains, shot from his hand into the cabin, enveloping the wolf girl.

It was as if the wolf girl's hair had instantly ignited, and an unbearable itchy sensation instantly spread from her nerve endings, causing her to scream in agony. The immense light completely engulfed her body, and after just a dozen seconds, it completely dissipated.

The wolf girl's figure gradually emerged from behind the light and shadow. She stopped roaring, and instead, she began to breathe heavily to relax her nerves.

This light was like a cleansing, wiping away all the dirt and darkness on the wolf girl's body, turning them all into dust. Her jade-white skin was as if sunlight was flowing over it, giving people a warm and comfortable feeling.

The hair that had originally draped over her waist was now gathered around her neck. The golden ends and the pure white main body of her short hair cast a sacred and clean veil over her flawless face, adding a sense of dignified mystery.

Her youthful face had become more sharp, and her stature had grown considerably. She wore a tight, black suit, probably made of leather, and a pure white cape draped over her shoulders, bearing divine designs. She looked like a priest.

The tight, fitted shorts and boots that accentuated her curves perfectly—everything about her made her look completely different. But the most striking thing about her were her eyes. Those eyes, a clear golden color, like a reflection of a lake, radiated the sacred aura of a divine messenger.

However, compared to a certain brave man, her eyes were obviously more lifeless, as if all the vitality in those lively golden pupils had been wiped out, leaving only absolute calmness and cruelty.

"Yeah, that's good... I just realized I haven't asked for your name yet. Never mind, I'll just pick a new one."

"From now on, you will be called Sheng Qili. What do you think? My name is pretty good, right?" the man said with interest.

Chapter 459 What did you order?

The wolf girl…oh no, Saint Kaia didn't seem to pay much attention to the man's words, just nodded faintly. The man, on the other hand, accepted this cold response with a somewhat disappointed look.

At this moment, Saint Qili was utterly incompatible with this gloomy room. She was like the first ray of dawn, ushering in the light of day from the darkness. She was the holy light that guided and illuminated everything. In this small, dark wooden house, she radiated her cold yet all-embracing radiance.

The man folded his hands, walked to the door first, and connected the network cable back into the house. He raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction and said to Sheng Qili behind him,

"Go ahead and hunt down your enemy. Killing her quickly will save more people."

Without hesitation, Saint Qili passed by the man and disappeared without a trace. Her mother's body seemed to still lie cold, close to the cold ground, forgotten in the cold wooden house.

-

The girl slowly opened her sleepy eyes. Perhaps due to the chilly weather, the warmth of the bonfire and the blanket she was wearing made her body too comfortable, and her eyelids soon drooped again.

You can't do this, Miyu, you can't continue to degenerate like this, it's time to get up!

Even though the girl was clearly shouting and warning herself in her heart, she still kept sleeping with a satisfied look on her face.

In front of the warm bonfire, her bright red hair, which had been washed and was therefore very soft, looked very gentle. The two colors merged into the slightly blended night, like the sunset on the horizon, beautiful yet not losing the plain warmth.

She looked to be about eleven or twelve years old, and she also had a pair of lively wolf ears on her head. Her tail was also curled up into a ball, adding a touch of gentleness.

After nearly ten minutes of internal struggle, the young girl finally managed to open her eyes. Her deep chestnut eyes revealed an insatiable desire for sleep. She stretched comfortably, yawning, and the blanket naturally slid down her legs.

"Are you awake? It's about time you told me where your family is. Let me make it clear first, I don't have time to fool around with you. If you can, leave now."

A clear, yet pleasant female voice, somewhat cold, reached Miyu's ears. She slowly looked in the direction of the voice and caught a glimpse of a white-haired girl, sitting in the moonlight, smoking a long burning substance.

Her golden pupils were particularly bright in the cold moonlight. Her long hair was as charming as ever, and of course, that wisp of Shamatte bangs stood proudly as always, unwilling to give up its individuality.

The only thing that had changed was her ears, which had become pointed, similar to those of Claire. This modification made her already somewhat superior appearance even more extraordinary. Bathed in the moonlight, she wore a cold expression, but this also revealed a completely different and cool temperament.

Yes, this is our hero Bai Lin. In her current state, she almost has the words "keep away from strangers" written on her face, without any trace of her former friendliness. However, our innocent little sister Mi Yu still blinked her bright eyes, tilted her head and said curiously,

"Big sister, what's that in your hand? It smells a bit like my grandma's pipe, both are stinky."

Bai Lin frowned as she listened to the little girl's innocent words. She was a little puzzled as to why the light could drift to her side when she was standing so far away, even leaning against the window and lighting a cigarette.

"Although I've never seen it, this should be similar to what your grandma smokes. It's not a good thing, children should not smell it."

The time had come, so Bai Lin naturally took the cigarette and walked outside. But before he could start, the little girl's doubts caught up with him again.

"Eh? It's not a good thing and it stinks. What's so good about it?"

"..."

Bai Lin was speechless. She glanced at the little girl with wide eyes in confusion, and then looked at the cigarette in her hand that was gradually burning.

As we all know, a rational adult with a sound understanding of the world would never tell a child that smoking makes them feel nauseous. Even if it means deceiving them, they should only expose the harmful effects of cigarettes to prevent them from becoming more curious about them.

But Bai Lin didn't seem to think so. She gently picked up the cigarette, took another puff, and blew the smoke out the window, looking at the starry sky and said,

"It's dark outside. It's scary, isn't it?"

Miyu nodded, echoing Bai Lin's words, but she also quickly replied,

"But, I'm not afraid if I have onee-chan here!"

Bai Lin ignored the little girl's trust in her and pointed to where the cigarette was burning and said,

"The firelight can illuminate the terrible dark night and bring us warmth. The reason why I like smoking is mainly because I like to watch the fire burn out little by little before my eyes."

"This feeble flame will eventually burn out. The warmth and light from this crudely made long cigarette won't last long. That's why some people smoke a second, a third. But ah... this fire is ultimately harmful."

Bai Lin's eyes moved slightly, shifting her gaze to the smoke in front of her, and then her eyes no longer focused. The drifting firelight was reflected in her pupils, and her lonely expression was illuminated by the dim light, revealing a hint of confusion. She put her center of gravity on the wall, as if she was unable to stand up straight.

"And under this kind of fire, with harmful substances eroding the lives of others, who else but me can bear it?"

There seemed to be some mysterious words coming out of Bai Lin's mouth, but there was still a hint of meaning. She expressed the reason for her behavior to the girl in an intentional way.

The girl, who seemed to understand but not quite, blinked her very lively eyes and said to Bai Lin,

"Hey, isn't it bad for your health? But hey, don't we have a bonfire? It's not worth it to light such a small fire and let your big sister's health be affected. How about we get some more firewood? Sister, don't light the one you have in your hand."

Starting from the third volume, the style of road writing is mainly used, and the world view is quickly expanded through Bai Lin's journey.

There will be a lot of small stories that interact with each other, and perhaps many of them won't involve fighting, but Bai Lin's death rate in the third volume is higher than in the first two. The story will have a variety of styles and elements will be very complex. Although the author can't say that he can do it perfectly, he guarantees that he can handle it well, so don't worry.

Miyuki is not included in the teammates I mentioned. He is just a mascot at best.

After the third volume ends, there will be no possibility for Bai Lin to waver.

In short, if you are not very interested in Bai Lin's journey and the improvement of his mentality, it would be better to skip reading moderately.

Chapter 460 This Dead Child

Bai Lin was speechless again. In her original world, she found children troublesome and had no intention of having children. The fact that the little kid was so big and could still "talk" so well probably made her even less interested in human reproduction. But Bai Lin still responded to Mi Yu first.

"I finally managed to borrow this tree house from these dryads by using my elf identity to rest for a while. I had to talk my way into getting this firewood. If I ask for more, they might fight us. Stop causing me trouble."

"Oh."

Miyu answered briefly, seeming somewhat disheartened because her proposal had been rejected. Bai Lin, now, looked like a troubled parent who, unwilling to reason with her child, had instead threatened them with harmful behavior. But she had no self-awareness of her own. The only thing she did know was that she shouldn't have let the silly child smell her cigarette.

She bent down, walked out of the arched tree house door, and after walking two steps away, she turned back and asked,

"So? Can you still smell the stench?"

"I can still smell it."

Bai Lin took two more steps and asked loudly,

"What about this?"

……

In the end, Bai Lin angrily threw the cigarette he hadn't even taken a few puffs of onto the ground and stomped it out with his foot.

Damn, how come this damn kid has such a good sense of smell? This is what Bai Lin was thinking at the moment.

Standing between the tall trees, looking at the bushes that looked like they had been trimmed by a landscaper, Bai Lin tilted his head slightly again and looked into the distant night sky.

This is probably because the tree spirits have a special way of modifying the trees. These lush trees do not completely cover the dome, but instead present a dreamy night to the eyes of people on the ground.

Stars, outlined in shimmering neon colors on a black curtain, danced across the vast, empty stage, a sea of ​​flowers untouched by the wind, a place of freedom and beauty longed for by mankind since ancient times.

The brilliant lavender glow of the sunset mingled with the moon's rays, a radiance of splendor and beauty pouring forth from the deep yet vibrant rays of light. It was like an oil painter spilling a long-prepared collection of paint; though the patterns were unpredictable, the distribution of color made the starry sky appear beautiful nonetheless.

Although she had seen pale pink sunsets before, this was the first time Bai Lin had seen a sky with a hint of color. She looked at this unique wonder of another world, her eyes dancing with joy, yet it flashed by like a meteor in the sky.

How many days has it been since we started this adventure? Since it's not even a week yet, let's just count it as a week... I'll just come back in about a month to report that I'm safe.