Sir Chen, your wife is missing!

Not to mention being proficient in all eighteen martial arts, knowing one or two is the most basic requirement.

If my guess is correct, Uta should be meditating in the open space outside, or practicing fan dancing. Not the ordinary folding fans that geishas use to perform for customers in Kabukicho, but real fans that can be used for fighting.

Just like she chose the naginata and her junior sister chose the fan, they are both weapons in essence, it’s just a matter of which one is more handy.

It was very quiet all around, not even the chirping of birds or the buzzing of insects could be heard, the wind had stopped for a while, and there was no sound of fans dancing. Maybe he had just finished practicing and was taking a break outside?

My junior sister has a quiet personality and it is normal for her not to speak for the whole day.

Saga opened the gray curtains to welcome the sunlight outside. The fresh air was mixed with the smell of gravel and dead wood, and the fire from last night was still there.

"Morning, Yuta."

As usual, I greeted my junior sister first, but got no response. Only the voice of Saga echoed in the empty wilderness until it disappeared.

The junior sister who was always with him was nowhere to be seen.

Maybe she went behind the rock to take care of her physiological needs? People have three urgent needs, and girls have their own modesty. It is natural that they don't want to be seen.

"Just wait."

She took out the instant fried tofu from the package, tore open the bag, and devoured it in a sunny place.

After I took the last bite, the junior sister with a bad temper didn’t show up.

Next to the tent was a heavy rock, probably a bit bigger than an average watermelon. Beneath the rock was a piece of paper, a page from the cheapest coiled notebook sold at a convenience store.

There were a few words written on it in neat handwriting.

[Respected Senior Sister Saga, since we have different concepts, ideologies, and life ideals, the differences are like a chasm. I am sorry, I have decided to go forward alone to find what I desire in my heart. I wish you all the best in the days ahead, and good luck in martial arts. Junior Sister Feng Qingyu will stay.]

After reading the contents on the paper,嵯娥 felt like he was hit by a blow.

"That means I was dumped by Yuta."

Feng Qingyu is her junior sister’s name from Yan country. Since she doesn’t call herself “Yuduo”, maybe she is tired of the relationship between senior sister and junior sister and wants to take the opportunity to dissolve it and fly away.

It was bad, very bad. She had never thought about the possibility that one day she would be disliked by her junior sister.

Does this count as abandoning someone after having sex with them?

"No, we are not dating. Sisters can't date, right?"

Black-haired Pero felt his temples swelling. He had slept so well last night, but now he felt a headache.

The earth is vast, how easy is it to find someone?

……

Yuduo, also known as Feng Qingyu, made up her mind to leave a letter for Saga and decided to travel to a place far away from Yan Country, the farther the better.

No matter whether it is the non-ice field or the hot land with burning wind, the farther away from that sad place the better.

Although she longed for a place to belong, the world was so big that it seemed there was nowhere for her to stay. She had to find her true home by herself.

Most of her things were left to Saga, including the tent, the straw mat, two-thirds of the dry food, and a pitiful amount of money. She only had the folding fan that she never left behind, and her secondary weapons - an old wooden stick, a notebook, and a pen that was almost out of ink.

The last refill of my pen is almost used up, and I can buy a few new ones with the remaining money.

You may often encounter the problem of lack of money during your travels. No one will be so kind as to give food and water to the strangely dressed and expressionless monks. If you want those things, you have to earn them yourself.

For example, now, Feng Qingyu felt so hungry that his stomach was almost sticking to his back.

One third of the food was not much, just two rice balls. One in the morning, one at noon, and no dinner at all. Originally, each person should have three per day, but she sacrificed her dinner to Saga, and starving was the inevitable result.

She got up at six in the morning and started walking. Now she has walked dozens of miles. There is no way that Saga can catch up with her unless she suddenly loses her mind and returns the same way.

That must not be possible.

There was only one compass for guiding the way, and she was worried that Saga would get lost, so she stayed there with the pile of things, leaving her with nothing.

"Now I can only follow my ideals?"

Feng Qingyu sighed at the scorching sun in front of him, and his hot breath melted in the hot wind.

There was still an endless wilderness ahead. It was almost noon, and there was no village in front of her or a shop behind her. No one knew what was ahead.

She was just wandering around aimlessly, her destination still vague in her mind, and she just went wherever she went.

The heavy oriental monk's robes were already soaked with sweat. Black is the color that absorbs the most heat. The wet and sticky fabric clung to the skin, making one miss the cool breeze in the temple, the smoothies and iced sodas at the summer festival.

Beautiful things are getting farther away from you.

His feet felt as if they were filled with source stone, becoming heavier and heavier. Feng Qingyu had no choice but to fan himself with the folding fan in his arms to drive away the summer heat surrounding his body.

As an ascetic, although he is not a formal monk, has not been ordained, has not received precepts, and does not have a certificate of ordination, he has faith in his heart and knows that he must endure hardships to achieve his goals.

The goal now is to escape from my past and find a place to return to.

A gust of hot wind blew in my face, and the dry leaves stuck to my eyes, blocking my vision. I took off the leaves and found an oasis not far ahead.

There was a near-ground aircraft next to the oasis, and a dozen people were sitting under the shade of the trees. The first to come into view were two Fengti tribe men who were over two meters tall, muscular, dark-skinned, and had ferocious eyes.

The rest were all women, the most eye-catching of which were Adaklis, who was wearing a gray mercenary uniform, a ponytail, and long burgundy hair, and Phaedia, who had short white hair, next to him.

Feidia is dressed very coolly, with a swimsuit-like top

a's black camisole with black tulle wrapped around her lower body made her look like the emperor's new clothes.

It is true to round it off. It is inevitable that people will think too much when the skin of茭白 is displayed to others unscrupulously.

Then, everyone looked at Feng Qingyu at the same time.

When looking at this group of people, Feng Qingyu's eyes suddenly felt sore.

Those people were facing away from the sun, staring at the fireball-like thing, so it was natural that their eyes would hurt. She squinted her eyes, walked to a place with backlight and sat down, without greeting those people.

This oasis is a public resting place, so it's no big deal to escape the heat here, and those people have no right to drive them away. Of course, they didn't do that.

Adaklis chatted with his companions in Sargon, and Feng Qingyu could understand what they were talking about. Usually, she was bored in the temple, and after she finished practicing, she would go to the library in the town at the foot of the mountain to read books.

The library has a considerable collection of books. It is close to the city and there are several schools nearby, so new books are delivered every week.

In order to absorb the knowledge of this land, Feng Qingyu visited the library tirelessly, and each time he would read until the library was almost closing time. Sometimes he would borrow books and walk more than ten kilometers from the town back to the temple.

Sargon was one of the learning items, and after a while, I was able to understand the most basic conversations. Although the depth of learning was not 100%, and I could not be like a real Sargonian, it was already excellent enough for an Easterner.

Those people seemed to think that she didn't understand and were talking about things that were not allowed by the laws of the Eastern Country.

Except for the two men with chubby hooves, Adaklis with long burgundy hair, and the scantily clad beauty Phidias, the remaining twelve people were all physical therapists.

The therapist’s face is marked with tattoo ink – the emblems of different countries.

There are those of the East, the Yan, Ursus and Iberia, and there is also one on the face of the beautiful woman Phidias, which is the national emblem of Sargon.

Feng Qingyu knew what this meant.

It can be roughly judged that this group of people came from Sargon, and they took this magnificent near-Earth aircraft to search for beautiful girls all over the world, and took them to work in a red-line area (i.e., red-light district) where physical treatment was officially allowed.

There are also such places in the East Country. The red line area is a legal physical treatment area, while the blue line area is illegal and needs to be banned.

So, is this considered a human trafficking gang?

The girls who were marked with the marks had sad faces and dull eyes, which fully expressed the meaning of "no hope in life". They were all still young, and their lives should have infinite possibilities, but they had to sell themselves to make money.

It is indeed a heavy reality.

So... should I do something? The knights in the Eastern Classical novels who robbed the rich and gave to the poor would have rescued them without hesitation.

The strategy of action still needs to be considered.

Feng Qingyu is different from Saga. She is not completely ignorant of worldly affairs. Although she lives in the mountains, she often hangs out in the city, and the abbot does not object to her involvement in the world.

As time went by, I had some understanding of the situations in various parts of Terra, although it was limited to information obtained from written materials and various sources.

Adaklis narrowed his golden eyes and looked at Feng Qingyu.

Those were a pair of eyes as wet and cold as a snake, and their sight was somewhat sharp, like thin needles made of metal.

"Oh, miss, you are so pretty."

The other party said in a chatty tone.

"..."

There are many people who say she is pretty, but most of them say it with lustful tone and without any respect, as if they were looking at merchandise on a shelf.

Ignoring him was the best option. Feng Qingyu sat down where he was, crossing his legs as usual.

There was an occasional cool breeze under the tree, which was very comfortable for those who were feeling hot all over. The only thing that made it uncomfortable was that the people next to me were eating and drinking, and the aroma of the meat on the grill was also blown to me by the cool breeze.

Hunger, thirst, fatigue and heat, multiple negative effects concentrated on the body, is undoubtedly a severe test. The nearest town is not yet known where it is, if you can successfully arrive, you must spend money to buy some food from the locals.

There was a shallow river near the oasis. The girls with tattoos on their faces scooped up the river water with both hands and drank it in small sips. After more than ten minutes, nothing unusual happened.

Water is fine, just drink some first.

Feng Qingyu followed closely behind, scooping up river water with her hands and drinking it in big gulps. She was really thirsty, and drinking more would not only quench her thirst but also make her stomach feel full.

The river water is very cool and tastes somewhat sweet, better than the well water in the Donggu temple.

The people next to them had already started to enjoy their lunch, which smelled like beef and mutton. They brought their own hamburger buns and salad dressing, sandwiched the roasted meat slices between the hamburger buns, added some vegetables and ingredients, and made hamburgers.

Hamburgers are a type of high-calorie junk food, but Feng Qingyu doesn't hate them. On the contrary, when he eats them, his body secretes a large amount of dopamine, which makes him happy.

Those people chewed their own happiness.

To her surprise, the girls with tattoos on their faces also got burgers with big chunks of meat.

This made her rethink the relationship between these people. The leading Adaklis woman obviously did not treat them as slaves, even if they really looked like slaves.

"I know what you're thinking."

Adaklis took a big bite of the burger, and his eyes gave people a very shrewd look.

"You must be wondering if we are a human trafficking group that specializes in trafficking lone girls, right?"

"Exactly."

Feng Qingyu met her eyes and gave an affirmative answer.

I've been holding it in from the beginning until now, and I can't wait to ask the other person. Now that he has introduced himself, it saves me a lot of trouble.

"Human trafficking is illegal. Unfortunately, I have no legitimate reason to sanction you."

Thinking of his own powerlessness, Feng Qingyu rubbed the Buddhist beads in his palm. The surface of the Buddhist beads had become extremely smooth and round after being rubbed for many years, just like his own smooth skin.

This action did not alleviate the feeling of powerlessness in my heart, but instead wasted a bit of my physical strength.

Hearing this, Adakles and Phidias beside her both laughed. It was a bitter, slightly self-deprecating laugh.

"Miss, you don't know that there are many people in this land who don't have enough food or warm clothes. They can't afford clothes like the ones you're wearing. You can tell at a glance that they are made of good fabric."

“I don’t deny this.”

The monk's robe she was wearing was indeed made of good fabric. That was because she helped the owner of a cloth shop while strolling down the mountain and drove away the ruffians who were blocking the road and robbing people. "By the way," her somewhat worn clothes were torn during the fight, so she was given a new set of clothes.

Thanks to her, other people also got something for free because the value of these fabrics was far less than that batch of goods and the boss's belongings.

It was just a coincidence.

She explained this to the Adaklesian, who only smiled.

"But, which of these girls has extraordinary martial arts like you, and can protect themselves when danger comes? You can win their favor by helping rich masters, but they can only sell themselves."

At this time, Fidelia, who had been silent all this time, sighed.

"In fact, they all volunteered to sell themselves."

45. Symptoms

Feng Qingyu was stunned for a long time before her eyes regained focus. Ghost Shark and Blood Eye looked at her closely, with sadness and tenderness in their eyes.

It is difficult to see gentle emotions in the eyes of a ghost shark.

"You are sick. This sea is sick, and you are infected by it. I cannot cure your disease, but I can feel your struggle and distress. Perhaps it would be better for you to stay away from this sea."

"I'm fine..."

Although he didn't want to admit it, Feng Qingyu knew that he had a little problem. A small problem that could not be ignored, but had little impact. They might come from his bloodline, his ancestors made a deal with the cunning deep-sea wizard, and continued this curse to this day.

Being close to the ocean is an opportunity to lift the seal. She has never been to the deep sea and has always lived a stable life as a normal person. The curse in her blood attracted her to Iberia and then to the deep sea, completing the necessary conditions for lifting the seal.

It was as if everything was arranged in advance, and it was developing along a predetermined trajectory. The person behind it might be the Deep Sea Bishop, or the gods of the Sea Heirs. It must be something that normal people cannot understand and common sense cannot explain.

"Would you like to do something to help you sober up? Just like you helped me sober up, now it's my turn to help you."