Jona Velli spread her perception and swept roughly, finding over a thousand people.
Little Shunzi brought up the merchant caravan owner—Art.
Little Fanny flew onto Jona Velli's shoulder at this time, looking at these humans angrily.
"Hmph! Jona Velli, these humans are really annoying, kill them quickly!"
Jona Velli raised her head slightly.
"No rush, I must figure out some things first; it won't be too late to kill them then."
Hearing this, Little Fanny looked like she was reluctantly agreeing.
"Fine... fine, you must kill them, okay? All creatures that deceive little fairies deserve to die."
Jona Velli glanced at Fanny.
Generally speaking, although fairies liked to play tricks on passing travelers, they wouldn't harm their lives; on the contrary, if given small cakes or other sweets, they would be very friendly.
A fairy like Fanny, who wanted to kill people at every turn, was truly rare, but soon, Jona Velli figured out some reasons.
'Fairies are pure nature spirits; they are simple, and their hearts are extremely easy to be stained.
Fanny was caught by a group of humans before she was even born. As soon as she was born, this group of humans was on the run, and casualties were unavoidable during the escape.
Later, the human Adventurers were caught by Goblins, who must have slaughtered all those Adventurers right in front of Fanny.
After that, Fanny was almost used as a Holy Grail by the Goblins and saw those Goblins breeding every day; her temperament was bound to be affected.
Finally, she met me. In her eyes, I had wiped out that group of Goblins without mercy, and with five years of experience during which expanding power and killing were inevitable, Fanny was no longer innocent.'
Although it was Jona Velli's speculation, she felt her guess was not far off.
She couldn't help but feel a sliver of sympathy for Fanny's encounter—this little thing was a bit too miserable—but it was only a sliver.
Jona Velli looked at Art, who was kneeling before her and trembling all over, her tone cold.
"Sinner, why did you attack White Crystal City?"
Art was completely scared witless, knocking his head repeatedly and saying incoherently.
"In... in response to Your Excellency... I, I was just... for a moment, possessed by a momentary madness, I... I I, I deserve to die! I deserve ten thousand deaths!"
While speaking, Art also raised his hand to slap his own face wildly.
"Good! Well said, you indeed deserve to die. I have a hobby, which is helping others fulfill their dreams. Since you want to die so much, I will fulfill your request. Don't thank me."
As soon as these words came out, Art was stunned. He didn't really want to die; he was just putting on a show. Is this person crazy?
Art still wanted to beg for mercy, but it was too late. Jona Velli raised her hand and squeezed his head; the immense force made Art unable to move an inch.
With a muffled thud, the watermelon juice exploded on the spot, and red juice splashed everywhere.
Her originally pure white long dress was soiled by this watermelon juice.
Seeing this scene, Jona Velli showed disgust.
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