On the third night of climbing the mountain, Geno and Leona came to a plain on the hillside.

A plain on the mountainside? It does sound strange. But it is no wonder that Jeno had not climbed to the top of the mountain for even three days, so it is no wonder that there would be any strange terrain on this mountainside.

The plain is covered with thick snow, and the huge moon spreads the moonlight on the snow field, but it is pitch black around it.

The howling of wolves came from the darkness, but a round tent could be seen vaguely on the edge of the cliff, and the fire inside emitted a warm yellow light. Geno saw a figure with a horned forehead projected by the flames on the tent, and his tired spirit was immediately excited.

"Leona, are you still awake? We're here," he asked.

"Are you going to go to the ground? I thought I would sleep on your back forever." A weak voice came from the place close to the back of my neck.

"What a joke, I promised Diana would cure you."

The past three days of getting along have allowed Geno to understand Leona's character. She has a very serious personality and never understands what it means to make fun of suffering. When she said this, she was not joking, but she really thought that she would die before finding the illusory legendary character.

"I hope this is the case," said Leona.

Geno rushed to the tent with the bitter and cold Xifeng.

"Can we come in?"

"It's just right, come in quickly." A quiet sound came from the tent like the slowly falling autumn leaves.

With the permission of his master, Geno lifted the wind-shielding curtain and quickly walked into the tent.

On the fire in the center of the tent, the snow in the stone pot had begun to melt, the warmth was getting stronger, and the tent was filled with dry tea leaves and a faint smell of mountain herbs.

This is cooking the second tea. The first tea has been poured and served in five tea cups respectively.

It seemed that the owner had already known that they were coming, so he prepared the tea in advance.

"This is a good night for sipping tea," said the owner.

She took a sip of the amber tea liquid and slowly opened her eyes - it was a pair of strange, kind, compassionate, and golden eyes, and her eyes seemed to be able to touch a distant place that was beyond her vision.

She is a holy and beautiful creature with lilac-colored skin all over her body, exuding a fresh fragrance. She has a pearly horn on her forehead, separating the bangs to both sides. Her pure white hair is tied into a long ponytail, revealing two pointed ears that stand upwards. Below her knees are sheep's hooves, and the cheongsam and cloak are dotted with many round and translucent pine stones.

This is the giant god who descended to earth, Soraka, the son of all stars.

In addition, Geno met another familiar person.

Morgana, who lost her wings and turned into a mortal, was sitting aside and smiling at herself. There was an empty seat beside her, but there was also a cup of tea, probably leaving her sister Kyle's place.

"I didn't expect to meet so soon." Morgana greeted him.

"I'm happy to see you." Geno asked, "Where is Kyle?"

"She goes hunting and will be back later."

The master didn't say anything, and Geno couldn't ignore the people's words too much. He nodded and kept quiet.

"I guess you all know who I am, so I won't go into details. Sit down and have a tea." Soraka finished the tea slowly, spread her hands and signaled Jeno to sit down.

"Thank you." Geno untied the rope and gently placed Leona on the floor designated by Soraka. He fed her the tea first, and then went to drink her own cup.

"Good tea!" Tea is a good tea, and even Jenno thought it was impeccable.

This is a kind of medicinal tea. Leona felt her stomach warm as soon as she drank it. A heat flow surged from her stomach to her limbs and her cold body quickly became warm.

Leona sat up without relying on Geno. Her eyes flashed up from time to time, and she glanced at Soraka's corner. Soraka already knew what she was thinking.

"Thank you for the hospitality, I feel much better. I can't believe that those rumors will call you such a good person..."

"Devil, right?" Soraka laughed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean it. I sincerely apologize to you for my stupidity and ignorance..."

Rumors are really a disgusting thing. Spreading rumors opens your mouth and breaks your legs. Fortunately, Soraka is generous, otherwise even if her astral power is limited by the laws of the Runeland, even if she cannot destroy the world, it will not be difficult to destroy a civilization.

"In some religions, the image of demons is often very similar to that of sheep, and those people probably misunderstood you. I have seen many demons, but their appearance is transformed according to their own wishes." Geno joined their topic. In his opinion, the characteristics of sheep's hooves and horns do make people who have not seen Soraka with their own eyes think she is a demon.

He had heard a story that was not sophisticated but very interesting: some people with low social status found some ewes to relieve their loneliness and enjoy themselves. These ugly behaviors were soon discovered by animal protectionists. In order to avoid the tragedy of social death, they fabricated the lie that goats are demons, and since then, demons often appeared in the image of goats.

"Actually, I can also change the form of my body at will. What you see is just what I want you to see." The powerful astral magic in Soraka's body burned this flesh and blood body from the inside out at all times, but she believed that as long as it could help heal those destruction and incompleteness, the suffering she suffered would not be worth mentioning.

"There is still a difference. The demons are so bad that they are both extremes with you." Geno has had a lot of contact with the demons in this world, and thinks that what he said is still very authoritative.

However, compared to the nurse assistant, he prefers Japanese female assistant.

"Okay, let's talk about irrelevant topics, let's start treatment." Soraka poured a second cup of tea for Geno and the others, then got up and came to Leona.

"Are you ready?" she asked.

"It's ready." Leona didn't want Geno's efforts to be wasted, she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Do I need to avoid it?" Geno asked tentatively as Soraka was pulling away Leona's clothes.

"No, the wound is on the shoulder, I just need to lift her neckline."

Soraka took Leona's neckline to the finger below her collarbone. The so-called little spring light exposed is not worth mentioning to her majesty. She is truly a woman who can still see her very good quality in plate armor.

Leona's wounds were covered with a white color, as if there was no blood flowing underneath.

Soraka pressed her palm against the wound, and Leona shrank her shoulders, as if this movement stimulated her pain.

"I need you to let go of your guard. You must be willing to be healed so that I can heal you." She said, her golden eyes shining.
Chapter completed!