I, Viego, conquer Terra!

Then there was a second, larger, square metal box with a note on it that read "Be careful, thanks for your help - Hedley."

Viego opened the box and was deeply moved when he saw the densely packed supplies inside, including purified water, canned food, emergency medicines, water purification tablets, etc., which took all aspects into consideration.

Hedley, good brother!

As expected, at first sight, you are a caring and considerate male mother, and I know I was right about you!

Viego took out two cans and moved the boxes aside. He looked at the long box at the bottom with an explosion pattern drawn on the note. He knew that this must be W's masterpiece.

But...the cockroach girl doesn't write and only draws. Could it be because she is too uneducated, can't write well, and is afraid of being laughed at by herself?

The shape of this box is a bit like the briefcase used to carry guns that I saw in my previous life...

Viego thought about it, opened the buckle of the box and opened it.

Looking at the guns in the box with their cold metallic luster and mechanical beauty, a hint of surprise appeared on Viego's face.

It actually is a gun... There are two potatoes next to it. W really has a bad taste.

Mostima's eyes widened with shock. "Is this... a firearm? It's impossible for such a large firearm to leave Lateran... Why is there such a thing in your car?"

At this moment, many speculations and doubts emerged in Mostima's mind.

But looking at Viego who was equally surprised, she found it difficult to be on guard, and it was difficult for her to convince herself to think that things were going in the worst direction.

It’s over.

I've only known this man for less than a day, how come he has become like this? !

Could it be because of the "suspension bridge effect" that Lemiaoan often talked about, which made me, who was rescued and still in crisis, unconsciously develop a sense of dependence on this man?

Mostima was silent for a moment, and decided to listen to Viego's explanation first.

"It's impossible for it to flow out of Lateran?" Viego was a little surprised, and he also understood why he had only seen that grenade...gun or howitzer on W when he was fighting those Sarkaz before.

It turns out that in this world, "firearms" are called "gun weapons"?

Viego looked at Mostima, and after a moment of silence, he said frankly: "This should be a gift given to me by my Sarkaz friend before we parted."

Even at this time, there was no trace of wariness towards him in Mostima's eyes.

The blue-haired angel girl was still standing beside him, just within reach of Viego, who could strangle her neck with just a raise of his hand.

Seems to be defenseless against him.

After hanging out with that group of mercenaries who were so cautious and didn't trust anyone for a few days, I found it so hard and rare to be faced with such simple and quick trust... Viego sighed in his heart.

Faced with such an angel girl who simply trusted him, Viego was neither prepared nor willing to lie to her.

So, he confessed the race of his "friends" - the Sarkaz, who were hostile to and against Sakota.

So...

How will you react, Mastema?

Viego turned his head and looked at the blue-haired girl beside him who was also looking up at him.

Chapter 53: Mostima's self-attack?

In the empty wilderness, the blue-haired angel girl and the white-haired man stared at each other in silence.

Viego was waiting for Mostima's reaction and answer.

Well then, Mastema, let me see.

After learning that my "friends" were a group of Sarkaz, and that this gun was most likely looted from the people of Lateran...

How will you react?

Viego was a little curious about this.

But unexpectedly, he did not feel that the power of the Curse of Ruin that came from Mostima's body and was transmitted through the air had not weakened at all.

It may even increase instead of decrease.

"..." Mostima remained silent and reached out to touch the cold and hard weapon.

It was a huge gun with a sophisticated high-magnification scope installed on the upper rail. From the appearance, it looked very much like the "sniper rifle" of Viego's previous life. It was cold and hard all over, and the muzzle caliber was not small. One could tell at a glance that this gun was very powerful, which was very much in line with W's preferences.

Mostima raised the corners of his mouth and suddenly laughed.

"In that case, can you lend me this gun first, Viego?" She picked up the gun and looked at Viego, tilting her head slightly, looking a little playful. "I'm also very powerful and can help a lot."

Viego looked at her, stunned for half a second, and suddenly laughed out loud: "Haha... Mostima, your reaction is really unexpected."

"Hee~ Of course." Mostima laughed, raised his left hand, put his index finger in front of his lips to make a hushing sound, and said, "I am a mystic!"

Mostima did not have any bad thoughts about Viego just because he had a group of Sarkaz friends.

Even though the Sarkaz are mostly discriminated against anywhere outside of Kazdel, they are considered a cruel, violent, and evil race.

But as a Lateran who was hostile to Kazdel, Mostima had never thought of it this way.

She had always seen things very clearly in this regard.

No matter what, the feud between Ratlan and Kazdel is just a war. Some people died, some survived, some hated, and some were liberated.

From a historical perspective, this is all too common.

Mastema would not resent the Sarkaz as a whole, nor would he vent his anger on irrelevant people for the grievances of the war.

It is an indisputable fact that Viego saved her.

Mostimarco would never do such a thing as repaying kindness with enmity, and he would not be hostile to Viego just because he has one or several Sarkaz friends.

There are good people among the Sarkaz, just as there are bad people among the Sakta.

For a guy who just got a new car and has friends from the area around Kazdale, it is perfectly normal that “his friends are Sarkaz”.

After all, Kazdel lacks everything, but the Sarkaz.

This gun was not looted by Viego after he killed Sakota.

Then why would she feel anger, hatred, or other negative emotions towards Viego, her savior?

not to mention...

From today's perspective, it is actually the best thing to have a gun on Viego's car, especially a large and powerful gun.

- At least, every Sakota is good at using firearms. With a gun, Mostima can at least pose some threat to those pardoners who are hiding in the dark and lurking around.

This is much better than being unarmed.

Mastema is not only a mystic, she is also a pragmatist.

So she actually didn't mind the origin of the gun at all, at least she didn't mind that the gun appeared in Viego's car as a "gift from a friend."

She even liked Viego more because he told her the origin of the gun and the race of his friend.

He could easily say that he bought the gun on the black market or picked it up on the street.

Even though such a lie was so clumsy that it could be seen through at a glance, Mostima couldn't say anything about it - because now she still needed to rely on Viego's power to keep herself alive.

But Viego didn't do that.

He just looked at her seriously, then told her everything honestly without hiding anything, and waited quietly for her answer.

It was difficult for Mostima to describe his emotions and feelings at that moment.

But at least she knew that Viego trusted her and hid nothing from her.

Then, of course, she should also respond with more trust.

Viego and Mostima looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"Mastema, you should check the status of your weapons, right?" Viego said. "I'm going to make a fire and prepare food first, don't stay too far away from me."

"Okay, go ahead, Viego, I'm here." Mostima nodded, sat down with the gun in his arms, looked at Viego's back as he collected tinder, lowered his head, and began to disassemble and check the condition of the gun.

The dangerous and stinging feeling of being spied on and having a sharp blade pointed at my heart in the dark still lingered.

But Mostima was not affected at all, his expression was serious and he was fully focused.

She was not worried about the dangerous glances that were prying at her.

Because she knows...

Ding--!

The flying crossbow arrow was cut off by the gorgeous dark green long sword.

Mostima raised the corners of her lips slightly.

Because she knew that there was a trustworthy companion who would protect her with the sword in his hand.

That sense of security cannot be faked.

Viego was slightly startled, then turned around to glance at the angel girl who was dismantling the gun with a faint smile on her face.

The number of Curse of Ruin that came from afar increased significantly, almost one-fifth of the efficiency of Mo W and Ines' Long Legs at that time.

What's wrong with this girl? How could she trust me so easily?

But they have only known each other for less than a day!

Could it be that... Mostima is the type of person who is good at self-strategy and imagination?

Fortunately, he got off the car and picked her up. Viego was secretly glad.

Otherwise, you will miss a precious creature of Kazdel.

In this war-torn country, there are actually people who have experienced war and would so easily trust a stranger whom they have only known for one day.

If this isn’t a precious creature, then what is?

Moreover, this is a rare creature that is on the verge of extinction!

A moment later, a bonfire was lit.

Only the last ray of the setting sun in the west remained in sight.

Mostima completed the inspection of the gun's condition, took out the bullets from the box and put them on his body, then sat next to Viego holding the gun.

Viego cast a curious look at the halo on her head that became more and more conspicuous in the dim sky.

"Although it may be a bit offensive to ask this...but I still want to know, can your auras control their own flickering?"

"No." Mostima sighed, "So - the eye mask is the best-selling product in Lateran City. Every Sakota wears an eye mask when sleeping, otherwise it will be too bright in front of their eyes to make them unable to sleep."

"Wouldn't it be very conspicuous at night?"

"Yes." Mostima looked at Viego with a smile and winked at him with his left eye. "So I have to ask you to protect me, Viego."

As soon as the words fell, a bright, hot fire suddenly ignited in the distant sky.

——That was the first powerful Originium technique unleashed by the Pardoners.

Moreover, it was moving towards Viego and Mostima at a very fast speed.

Flying towards me!



Chapter 54: The Pardoner of White Horn

The explosive flames lit up the dark night.

The flame was restrained by the power of "Originium Art", condensed into a sharp arrow, and flew towards Viego and Mostima's campfire.

In just a blink of an eye, it had transformed from a small dot in the distance into a huge arrow that could be seen by the naked eye, and it was only a hundred meters away from them!

The speed is so fast...Is this the power of the Pardoner?

A mere [test attack] like a greeting when meeting someone already has such a fast flying speed and power.

As expected, it is the most mysterious organization in the entire Kazdel, and is judged by the notary as "once you encounter it, giving up the mission and saving yourself is the only option."

Mostima looked solemn, but did not try to stand up and dodge the giant flaming arrow that was obviously powerful.

She simply changed her posture while sitting by the campfire, bent her legs, wrapped her arms around her legs, and placed the sniper rifle in her hand on the "simple shooting platform" built with her body, observing the situation through the optical scope mounted on the gun.

The barrel of the gun was placed on his arm, with the muzzle pointing in the direction where the flaming arrow came from. Mostima's hand was steady, without the slightest tremor of panic.