"This donkey that died three times is not worth a Black City gold coin." Roma was startled by the sudden roar from behind.
As soon as she turned around, she squatted down to hide from the direct sunlight in the garden as if remembering something, completely forgetting that she was wearing a headscarf. The sun is very mean and leaves no room for thieves and assassins. She suspected that she would be discovered the next second - this was her inherent flaw, and her golden hair prevented her from escaping into the shadows.
The carriage creaked and twisted its wooden wheels as it passed by. The hooves of the two donkeys almost dragged on the ground, splashing up a layer of loose soil. Roma didn't care about the dirty boots, she cared that no one noticed her presence. A new interest came alive in her mind, driving her away from the cover of the straw pile and towards a donkey standing outside the fence. These mounts had just been replaced and hadn't had time to tie on the ropes yet. As long as I ride on it and pull the reins, I can leave everyone in the stable behind...
Her intentions failed. Herbivores' vigilance against ferocious beasts will not disappear with domestication. As soon as Roma approached, these donkeys were frightened and ran around, howling strangely. "How stupid!" She got up from the ground, stamped her feet and cursed. I don’t know who I’m talking about.
The braying of the donkey and the confusion attracted the attention of the store owner and a dozen mercenaries. Two female waitresses tried to catch her, but she didn't let them touch her. The coachman leading the horse walked this way with his whip, and the cook picked up the kitchen knife. There is no police officer outside the city. If a thief is caught, he will most likely be chopping off his hands and no one will care. Roma didn't want to lose her claws, nor did she want to get away with it... After all, her fangs and nails could disembowel the entire hotel, and she only stole the horse because she didn't want to deal with these humans.
So she turned around and ran away, quickly throwing away the adventurers chasing after her on horseback.
Tiredness finally took hold of her. Roma opened her leather bag and saw that the thumb cake had been finished long ago, but she stole a cold apple pie... She wolfed it down, sucking every drop of cream on her fingers. Until two beggars holding wooden sticks threatened to block her against the low wall she was leaning against.
A fool delivered to your door. She thought to herself, completely ignoring human weapons. The first person used his height to pull her scarf. The little lion jumped up and kicked him on the bridge of the nose, causing the guy to fall backwards. Gods forbid she was still wearing human boots, otherwise she would have torn off his entire face in one fell swoop.
Another man was startled by her agility and ran faster than a donkey. Roma didn't chase him. She patted the face of the fallen man and woke up the unlucky guy who was trying to pretend to be faint. "I won't eat you." She solemnly promised.
In the village, this sentence is very important. At first, Roma thought everyone here was a mysterious creature, but finally she realized that the difference between Eastman and Blumnot was as big as the height between the floating island and the ground. She was not surprised to be attacked when she went out, and the snowflake ring was indeed not easy to use, but who would have thought that the robbing bandits would not have prey to hunt? If he hadn't reacted in time, Roma would have become a murderer. As a result, she found that no one on the ground cared what happened to the murderer. If a group of people are fighting around, the sheriff will use sticks and spears to mediate and then drag away the body; if there is a tragedy scene after robbery in the alley, they will only drag away the body.
A place outside the law. This realization came to Roma's mind for the first time. This is a place of order and there are laws, but people rarely enforce them. Theft, robbery and even rape are as common here as the wind, and she finds herself gradually adapting to this new environment, especially the former. She can move her steps lighter than a cat, and beat any scoundrel who dares to target her to a bloody pulp. There is a shuttle station under the floating island. After Roma relied on this instinct to enter the staircase and go straight to Eastman, this feeling became stronger.
The road to Ironclaw City is not easy. Some places are friendly, with buildings neatly arranged on flat land and no steps to climb. Some places are full of aggression and are patrolled by knights from time to time. There were also shabby places where she would frighten passers-by and scream when she walked on the street, calling for the Cross Knight or the Sheriff to have her locked up in a dungeon. But more often than not, people turn a blind eye to her.
Later, she realized that only the cities on the ground were better, and the villages were full of stupid fools who would only call her a devil.
Eastman and Cloud City are both vassals of Chloe, but Roma is skeptical about this. She listened to the Kingdom Council at the observation deck, and at that time she only found it interesting. But when she saw it in person, this bold little lion head began to regret it. Even if I eat people, you dirty humanoid Twolegs are not to my liking at all, she thought to herself. Why does everyone either come to die happily or run away in panic? She kind of missed the town.
"I am not a devil, and I am not easy to bully." She pressed her sharp nails on the beggar's throat without any knowledge. "You give me a horse, and I will let you go."
Since traveling through the forest, Roma has not found the flying carriage. The car on the ground was too bumpy and she was not used to it. She would rather ride her own horse and have some fun.
The beggar who pretended to be dead had to wake up, but he obviously couldn't do what the little lion asked. "If I had a horse, I wouldn't rob you," he said sadly. "Do your best, kind lady, I have no choice but to do so."
"Who has a horse?" Roma didn't care about his difficulties.
"There is it in the stable. Good boy, lovely lion lady, I will take you there. They will definitely sell you the best mount. I swear to Gaia, they will."
"I don't want them to sell it to me. Just try your method." Facts have proved that robbing other people's mounts doesn't work. But Roma wanted to try again at a different hotel. "Is there any hotel near here?"
The man opened his mouth. "It would be nice to have an inn in the village." He answered truthfully. "Except for the Cross Knights, people with horses will not come to our place. In fact, this is very close to the royal city, and carriages will basically not stop here. "
It seems that I am even more unlucky than this guy. "Stop talking nonsense," she warned. "Who has a horse?"
Men are not stupid. "Mercenary! Some adventurers can afford the cost of a mount."
But in the end Roma did not choose the adventurer. In her opinion, the mercenary's horse was not even the slightest bit inferior to the Cross Knight. She suspected that as soon as she sat on it, the horses would be too frightened to walk because they had a lion on their backs. Cross Knights are mostly mysterious creatures, and their horses are more courageous.
However, the Cross Knight is not an opponent that a half-hearted tower apprentice can deal with... although Roma does not intend to face anyone head-on. She needed to sneak up to the stables behind the church and repeat the trick on the horses inside. Sabine's snowflake ring has Larson's constant magic. Even if the astrologer is not known for his combat effectiveness, the magic of Sky Realm is enough for these knights to drink a pot.
Not long after Roma made her calculations, she realized that she could not find the church. She walked every country road in the village, from the beginning to the end of the village. The total distance was enough to reach Iron Claw City, but she still could not find the location of the church. She soon realized that the beggar had tricked her.
It was not unusual for someone to lie to someone, but this was the first time she had seen someone dare to talk nonsense with a knife at their throat. And it was a beggar... Anger burned in her heart. Roma wrapped her turban tightly and followed the beggar's movements in every alley. She forgot her goal and had to punish the guy who dared to lie to her.
When it comes to tracking, Roma has quite a lot of experience and means. She followed the scent to the edge of the garden planted with violets, and the iron cross pattern flashed before her eyes. "!"
Church of Gaia?
Roma walked around to the back of the garden, through wet grass and shrubbery, where the leaves of the plane trees shone. A narrow door locked from the inside closed the garden, and the long high wall was covered with ivy. She approached it gently, and the silence was particularly abrupt at this moment.
No sound came, and the insects and birds were nowhere to be seen. The mysterious zone, she was no stranger to this feeling. It was natural that the church should be shrouded in mystery, but the shape of the building was unlike any church she had ever seen. Rome had seen the cathedral in Brumnot, and its cross-shaped design made it one of the unique landscapes of Sky Island. But here, she almost thought the church was some nobleman's country house.
The chain cannot stop the little lion. But she preferred not to see the scenery inside - gray tombstones were displayed on both sides, and a straight stone road spanned the cemetery. She shivered under the sun, and the deep scenery behind her no longer had its original charm. Roma gritted her teeth and rushed across the path with her eyes closed. Finally there were birds chirping between the pillars, and she felt that she had just surfaced after a deep dive.
This may not be a church, but some secret place related to the church. Roma didn't see a priest, let alone a knight. The gloomy stone tombstone was sleeping, as if she was the only one awake here. The thought made her extremely uneasy.
Fortunately, someone's voice soon came from above her head.
There were intermittent cries and the voices of different women. I'm not just here for the war horses, she quickly convinced herself and slowly approached the source of the sound.
Suddenly, a cry that was different from the whispers broke the silence of the cemetery.
Roma raised her head, stood on tiptoes, and tried to look at a wooden double-story building. There was a faint smell of blood in the attic, and some kind of smell that she couldn't place. It is full of water vapor, creamy and sticky, refreshing but pungent. It was as if pure water lilies were born in the turbid pool, and fresh flames were ignited in the eternal silence... In Roma's feelings, the sounds and smells of the attic echoed each other, but contained completely opposite emotions.
But both are filled with love. She realizes dependence and responsibility, satisfaction and hope. That is the moment when new life comes, the process of the emergence of an angel in the fairy tale.
There is a new baby in the attic.
