The nightingale walks slowly along the mountain path.

The road beneath her feet was no more than shoulder-width apart, with a huge rock wall on either side and a steep rock on the opposite side, about a foot wide apart, and the ravines in the middle were bottomless. She clung carefully to the stone wall to prevent herself from stumbling and slipping down.

Looking up, only a thin line of faint glow remained in the sky, like a silver thread hanging in the night sky. But she knew it was just after noon—even in the daytime, she needed to hold up her torches, and the light coming in along the rock wall was not enough to illuminate the road ahead. After walking for a long time, she will even give birth to the illusion that she is walking inside the mountain.

The only good thing about this is that despite the howling winds and snow in the mountains, the gorge walls remain untouched. Occasionally, a few snowflakes fall overhead, and when they land on the mountain wall or trail, they quickly turn into vapour. It was unbelievably hot, and occasionally she could see heat rise from the abyss beneath her feet.

If it weren't for that, she wouldn't have dared to go to the Desperate Mountain Range alone in the Demon Moon. The fog could hide her form, but it couldn't keep the temperature out. If you hike in the cold wind, it is estimated that you will freeze to death in the snow in less than an hour.

But the nightingale did not want to stay here any longer, for she always felt that something was watching her in the dark, and it creeped her heart.

If she could, Nightingale would have liked to have walked the entire distance in the fog, but unfortunately her physical strength did not support her to do so. Using her abilities for long periods of time can quickly exhaust her.

The nightingale raised her torch, and the opposite rock flickered, and in the faint light of the fire, she could occasionally see black shadows of various sizes on the opposite stone wall. The nightingale knew that they were caves, and because they were so deep, the light could not shine in, and they looked like black shadows. And the stone wall that he is next to is in the same position, and there are deep holes corresponding to one-to-one.

This reminded her of the rumors of the North Slope Mine, which was said to have been a lair of underground monsters, with many forks in the road that had been dug out by the monsters. And the North Slope Mountain is just a corner of the Desperate Mountain Range, could it be that these caves also have passages connected to the mines?

The thought sent her shivering.

To the west of the Desperate Mountains is a wild land that no one has set foot in, and if you can dig countless holes in the majestic mountains that stretch for hundreds of miles, I am afraid that only the monsters living in the wild land can do it.

She didn't dare to think about it anymore, and concentrated and continued to move forward.

Eventually, the road ahead changed, and the shoulder-width road split into two, one slightly upward, and the other straight down, extending deeper, and the end was quickly submerged into darkness, and no one knew where the road finally led. Standing at the bifurcation point, the feeling of being stared at had become intense, as if countless pairs of eyes were looking at her motionless in the dark, making her mouth dry and her scalp tingling.

The nightingale gritted her teeth, opened the fog, and walked briskly upward. Soon, the strange feeling disappeared.

As the altitude rises, the surrounding temperature gradually decreases, and the silver line above your head becomes wider and wider. Half an hour later, a large cavern appeared in front of her to the right, the lower edge of the cave slightly higher than the road surface. She stepped into the cave with her legs raised, and the light of the fire could be faintly seen in the depths of the cave.

This is where Mutual Aid hides.

Nightingale stepped out of the fog and was immediately spotted by the witch in charge of the vigilance, a black wall of gas blocked in front of her, but it quickly disappeared into invisibility, and the surprise cries of her companions sounded in the darkness, "You're back!"

Finally back, she thought, but when she noticed the two white cloths wrapped around her companion's arms, the nightingale's heart sank again, "Two more sisters......

The other party's voice paused for a moment, "Uh...... Ah, it's Ainen and Ash, who didn't survive adulthood five days ago. She forced a smile and said, "It's a regular occurrence, isn't it? ”

Eyring and Ash, twins brought out of a wealthy family in Falling Dragon Ridge, ended their lives in the mountains. Nightingale sometimes wondered if she had done the right thing, and if she hadn't taken them away, at least they would have been able to enjoy a life of abundance and food before death, instead of having to live a life of wandering and homelessness with them.

However, the thought of Wendy made Nightingale feel a warm current in her heart, and if she hadn't helped her, I'm afraid she would still be like a puppet, being used as a tool that can be discarded at any time. By the way, tell her the news earlier, and tell all the sisters that they don't have to hide like rats anymore, that there are already people who are willing to accept them, and ...... It is also possible to pass the annual Awakening Day unharmed!

Walking into the camp, Nightingale saw a familiar figure squatting by the campfire to handle food, and before anyone arrived, she couldn't help but shout: "Wendy, I'm back." ”

The other party paused, raised his head, and then showed the nightingale's familiar smile, "Veronica, welcome home." ”

Wendy was an extremely kind woman and one of the first members of the Mutual Aid Society. Now in her thirties, she can't see a single wrinkle on her face, her straight reddish-brown hair is almost waist-length, and her facial features are mature and attractive, like a big sister to everyone. She cares about every sister in the Mutual Aid Society, and she does her best to help in daily life or psychological enlightenment. If it weren't for Wendy, the Helpers wouldn't have gathered so many witches so quickly.

It was precisely because of meeting her that Nightingale resolutely broke away from the family and embarked on a journey with her to find the holy mountain. She is also one of the few people who knows her original name.

"How many times have I said that I am no longer the cowardly little girl I used to be," Nightingale smiled and shook her head, "I am now a powerful witch, and Veronica is no more. ”

"You used to be you, and getting rid of the nightmares of the past doesn't mean parting with the past," Wendy said softly, "Of course, if you like it." Nightingale, I've been waiting for you to come back, and I've worked hard all the way. ”

"Well," Nightingale stepped forward and hugged her, "thank you." ”

After a while, Wendy asked, "How is that girl, you...... Didn't you save her?"

Speaking of this, Nightingale suddenly came to her senses, she grabbed the other party's arm, and said excitedly: "No, she doesn't need me to save her, on the contrary, she saved us all!" Then she recounted the experience of the border town in detail, "The lord there is called Roland Wimbledon, the fourth prince of the Grey Keep Kingdom, and he is willing to take us in. And he also promised that one day, in the future, the witch will be able to live like a free man in his territory!"