In Terra, she is a hunter and a bad woman.

But obviously, under Maria's training, she had long been accustomed to ignoring these people's looks.

Wealth? Power?

These are just things that depend on one's strength.

Ms. Maria has no savings to date and is an unemployed vagrant.

But that's how it is. Once Maria appears, everyone has to bow to her and show goodwill.

This is absolute strength.

Use her abilities to overwhelm everything!

"I don't dislike it here...it's just that I grew up here."

Cellinina was still in a bad mood. Even when she came out, she kept her brows lowered and her face was troubled.

Lappland curled his lips helplessly when he saw her like this.

She wanted to learn from Maria and use scolding to make the other person stronger.

But obviously, she is not Maria. She cannot be as gentle and tough as Maria. She can only comfort her little friend's heart in her own awkward way.

Glancing around with bored eyes, Lappland soon frowned.

"Chelinina..." She reached out and poked the girl next to her.

"Ok?"

"Do you have the habit of sending men to the alley to sober up?"

"Um?!"

Following Lappland's gaze, I saw that it was true.

At the back door of a hotel, several sneaky men were helping a drunk man walk towards the alley.

“No, but some people do…”

"Want to take a look?"

"Isn't it necessary?"

Although Colombia has regulations prohibiting vomiting anywhere, it is impossible to cover all such matters.

There is no need for them to interfere.

But Lappland obviously didn't think so.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, caught the air for a moment, and then the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"The smell of blood..."

……

"It should be okay, right?"

In the alley, several furtive men surrounded the unconscious man, their faces looking nervous.

Their faces looked extremely conflicted, but things had come to this point and they had no choice but to go on.

In the end, the leader was braver. He glared at the two people around him and pursed his lips.

"They all said they wouldn't hurt anyone... they were just pretending..."

"Besides, do you think we have any choice?"

"..."

As soon as these words were spoken, the last bit of tension among everyone was suppressed.

They knew that those strange guys had bad intentions, but obviously, at this point, they had no more choices.

Gritting their teeth again, they looked at the time and began to quickly set up the surroundings.

The actions of the few people were not smooth, which was related to the fact that it was the first time for them to do such a thing, but fortunately they did not need to prepare much. They just used the unknown liquid given by the other party to form a crooked formation on the spot, and then carefully took out a strangely shaped small box from their arms.

"Just put this thing on his chest, right?"

Someone gritted his teeth and raised his head cautiously.

"Don't worry about it, just let it go..."

Faced with their companions' nervousness, several people felt the same way, but they had no choice at this time. After carefully placing the box on each other's chest, they held their breath nervously and stood together.

Waiting for things to continue to ferment...

A minute passed...

Three minutes have passed...

Ten minutes have passed...

As time went on, everyone became more nervous than usual.

They looked at the man in front of them who even started snoring, and they also showed strange expressions.

"Is this...really useful?"

"I do not know……"

"Did we not follow the procedure? It seemed like it asked us to chant something later..."

"Do you remember?"

"I do not remember."

"That's it... None of us remembers it, and God knows what the specific process was."

"Then what do we do next?"

"Leaving him here? Isn't that a bad idea?"

"The key is, if we do what they say, what if they don't acknowledge it?"

"How about... take a picture or something? Show our faces?"

"good idea!"

Several people started working hurriedly again.

But as soon as they moved, they saw the girl standing silently behind them.

Lappland looked at the men with a strange expression, her face subtle.

"What on earth are you doing, tinkering with this for so long?"

"..."

The men didn't speak.

Their bodies stiffened for a moment, but one of them still forced a smile and walked cautiously to the girl.

"Um...little sister, uncle still has things to do here, can you leave here first?"

"Tsk, why did I ask you guys? And you asked me for something?"

Lappland curled his lips in dissatisfaction, picked up the sword and aimed at the opponent's neck.

The speed was so fast that no one could react.

By the time they came to their senses, Lappland's eyes had become fierce.

"I don't really like nonsense, so...what are you doing?"

Although Lappland had already warned them sternly.

But a few of them still had evil intentions, and with their brows twisted, suddenly one of them started to riot.

But unfortunately, his riot did not last for two seconds before the girl swung her sharp blade down.

"Clap."

"Forehead……"

"Don't move... or we'll slit your throat."

Just behind the man, Cellinina, who had been hiding in the shadows, came out.

She was still holding a long sword condensed from source stone in her hand, her eyes dim.

Compared to Lappland, who could still communicate a few times, Cellinina's actions were obviously more like a killer.

She is the type who will really act without hesitation.

After seeing that the other party had quieted down, the two men reached out, pulled out the belts of these people, tied them together and walked to the side of the unconscious man.

"What's this? Why are the scribbled words on the ground so messy? Is it writing?"

Lappland scratched his head, looking a little confused.

But Cellinina, who was listening carefully to Maria's class, quickly distinguished these things.

"...These are the words of the banshees."

"Banshee?"

"The Banshees of the Sarkaz... They usually produce many attractive women, but rarely any male offspring. They usually inherit a complete set of Originium skills, using language as a medium to exert their abilities..."

Celinina was also a little confused.

She lowered her head, picked up the liquid on the ground that the men had used to write, and sniffed it gently.

"It's human blood..."

"It doesn't look like a good thing."

Lappland curled her lips.

She turned her head to look at the men beside her and confirmed that these people were not Sarkaz.

If that's the case, it means there's someone hiding behind them.

Just ...

"What does this thing do?"

"I don't know... The Banshee language is a unique system, and has nothing in common with any other language on Terra. It would take at least decades for a person to learn the Banshee language... I've only seen Ms. Maria learn it."

As Celinina spoke, she also frowned slightly.

On the other hand, Lappland was a little unhappy.

"Hey?" She walked up to the men and kicked them. "What the hell were you planning to do just now? Who taught you these things? Tell me everything!"

"I...we don't know..."

Faced with two girls aged thirteen or fourteen, several adults couldn't even finish a sentence.

Maybe they are executives of their own companies on weekdays, but now, the ones who really control whether they can survive are just their two children.

This is really ironic.

After punching them a few more times and making sure that they really knew nothing, Lappland turned his head helplessly to look at Celinina.

"What's next?"

But strangely, Cellinina did not answer her. She just lowered her head and looked carefully for a long time before she suddenly froze.

"I think I've seen this sentence before..."

"Hmm?" Lappland was a little confused.

"This is the first sentence of a book written by a witch..."

Cellinina did not say that she was learning from Lady Maria and specifically looking for books that taught the banshees how to write. She just carefully stroked the rough ground with her hand.

"What does this mean?"

"This sentence is..."

Celinina frowned, her eyes flickering little by little as she followed the flow of the characters.

'(I will watch over you, my wife, my child, and when you call my name, I will return to you.)'

"(Love you...)"

"(Cainhurst...)"