"Farina, breakfast is ready."
Joe walked to the bedroom with a plate of bread and a small piece of cheese and knocked on the door.
In the two months since the appearance of the Bloody Moon, their lives had been very simple. He would prepare three meals every day and then go to work in the Administrative Office. Farrina, on the other hand, rarely came out. Most of the time, she stayed in the house motionlessly. Occasionally, she would ask him about the current situation in Hermes. It was only during these times that the two of them would chat.
Joe did not know what Farina was thinking, but it was already a great fortune to be able to accompany her. He did not dare to ask for more.
However, there was no movement behind the door today.
"Farina, are you up?"
Joe knocked a few more times doubtfully.
"Well … it's time for breakfast."
"Farina?"
There was still no response, as if there was no one in the room.
Joe's face suddenly changed, and he suddenly thought of the worst possibility.
Damn it, weren't things clearly changing for the better bit by bit?
He put down the plate and slammed his shoulder against the door!
With a bang, the door was opened.
The most terrible scene did not appear. There was no rope hanging from the beam, and there was no blood dripping from the bed. Joe was a little relieved. As long as Hermes was still alive, things could still be salvaged.
But this joy only lasted for less than a breath, and his heart suddenly sank to the bottom.
The furnishings in the small bedroom were clear at a glance. There was no sign of Farina. The wooden bed, table, and window were carefully taken care of and looked very clean.
— It was as clean as the first day they moved in.
Joe slowly walked to the table. The table was full of books about the church and Graycastle Weekly a day ago, but now the table was empty.
She … was gone.
When this thought came into his mind, Joe felt a great sadness.
Obviously, this was not a sudden decision made by Farina.
She even wiped the dust off the corner of the table, but she did not write a message.
Was it because she did not want to bother him to clean up the mess?
Joe sat down in front of the table numbly.
Where would she go? Hermes? My former hometown? Or would he end his life in an uninhabited forest?
Of course, he could look for her … But, in such a big world, what were the chances of him finding Farina? What's more, the other party didn't leave any message. It was obvious that they wanted to disappear. So what if he could find them?
At the thought that he would never see that woman again in his life, Charle felt as if there was a hole in his heart. His thoughts also stopped, as if his brain refused to continue thinking …
In the end, he couldn't change anything.
"Good morning, Joe."
Why hadn't he noticed the signs earlier? Why had he become complacent about his peaceful life?
"Joe?"
In the end, all of this was just to satisfy his own needs. He had never thought about what the other party really needed.
"Joe!"
It wasn't until a hand turned Charle's face that he realized there was someone behind him.
"What are you mumbling to yourself?"
Joe blinked.
It was Farina.
She was frowning and looking him up and down with a scrutinizing look. "Is there something wrong with your head?"
"You … didn't leave?" Joe grabbed her arm in disbelief. "Or, did you decide to stay?"
"Huh?" Farina's expression became even weirder, but she didn't shake off his hand. "What do you mean? I just went to the Administrative Office."
The two stared at each other for a while, and then Joe said awkwardly, "Then … why did you go to the Administrative Office?"
"To ask about the registration qualification." Farina's tone became serious. "I saw a notice in the weekly newspaper that Neverwinter is recruiting truck drivers, so I wanted to have a try."
"What … card?" Joe was stunned.
"I don't know what it is, but based on the description, it should be similar to a carriage. I'm good at both riding and driving, so this may be an opportunity. "
"Opportunity?" The vague feeling came back to Joe's mind again. For the first time, he didn't let go of her hand. "Why do you suddenly want to be a truck driver?"
Farina was silent for a while before she said, "After thinking about it for a while, I've figured it out. First of all, the original intention of the church was to save the world from danger and lead mankind out of the darkness. This is not only the church's one-sided propaganda, but also Roland Wimbledon admitted it was not a lie. However, the betrayal of the higher-ups made the church go on a wrong path. "
"And then …"
"Then the next question is whether the King of Graycastle is really fighting for mankind as he said. In Neverwinter, I've seen the Bloody Moon that symbolizes the Divine Will, prosperous subjects, and witches who are no different from ordinary people. These are basically the same as the propaganda. The only thing that can't be proven is the demons who are trying to destroy mankind. "
"But Lord Tucker Thor did mention the existence of demons in his will," Joe murmured.
"Yes, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes. Roland's army is fighting with the demons from hell." Farina nodded. "I don't want to make the same mistake again. I can only be sure if it's something I've seen with my own eyes."
"Do you want to go to the Kingdom of Wolfheart?" Joe's eyes widened.
"Yes." Farina said frankly, "I'm from the church, so I can't pass the examination of the First Army. So I have to do something else. The truck driver needs to send supplies to the front of the battlefield, where everything will be confirmed. "
That was why she went to the Administrative Office to ask for the driver's identity …
Joe asked cautiously, "What if it's true? What if it's not?"
"If it's true, I'll use the rest of my life to make up for all the sins I've committed," Farina answered without hesitation. Obviously, she had thought it over. "Although I haven't arrested witches myself, it doesn't mean that what the church has done in the past has nothing to do with me. As a member of the Judgement Army, I'm also the traitor's lackey." She paused. "If it's all a scam, then I'll go back to Hermes and see if I can help the New Stream …"
This was the answer she had gotten so far.
Joe gradually loosened his grip. He could not find any reason to stop her. She did not run away from her past mistakes, nor did she give up Tucker Thor's dying wish. She also built a solid foundation for her future. She was stronger than he had expected. At this time, apart from supporting her silently, any excuse or persuasion would destroy her.
But the result was still the same.
Once she became a driver and went to the Kingdom of Wolfheart, she would not continue to live here. That was why she packed up everything in the room.
Farina … was going to leave him.
"I …" Joe took a deep breath, fearing that the pain in his heart would suddenly overflow his throat.
"By the way, I have a presumptuous request," Farina said. "A truck needs two drivers. I hope you can go with me."
"Eh?" He couldn't help but be startled.
"To be honest, I've been away from the outside world for too long. I'm not confident that I can achieve this goal alone." She looked away, a little embarrassed. "But you can refuse me … After all, you already have a stable job with good pay. I know I shouldn't mention this, but … "
"But what?" Joe asked subconsciously.
Farina paused for a moment and then looked him in the eyes. "But I need you."
This was what Joe had blurted out before, and it was the first time he heard her say it.
The one who was needed became the one who needed, and the one who needed was still the one who was needed …? The blankness and emptiness disappeared, and the feeling of mutual enrichment instantly filled his chest.
"Let's eat breakfast first. It's getting cold." Joe let out a long sigh.
"Hey …"
In fact, there was no need to ask him this question.
They had survived the exile in the Kingdom of Wolfheart, let alone driving a truck to the Kingdom of Wolfheart.
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