Academic Gathering with Lich Colleagues

Chapter 239 The Paralyzed Flame Witch

"Eve, I think this is a bad idea." Franny stopped what she was doing. She lay on the mechanical equipment she had specially purchased, and complained to her friends on the side. small booth.

Franny looked at the witches passing by, exchanged glances with a few thin witches, and looked away in the next second.

His companion finally gave a response.

"what?"

"I said, it's a bad idea for us to replace the elemental witches here to recruit new ones." Fellaini was looking forward to her companion's response, because the strange eyes of other witches in the past made her doubt herself a little.

"What?" The same reply fully proved that Eve was just perfunctory.

"Can you put that damn bottle down!"

Eve, with short gray hair, was standing on the wooden counter, and she threw several wine bottles with burning tops in the air one by one, like performing acrobatics.

"No, this job requires my full dedication. I'm playing with fire, Fellaini, and you are playing with fire, too."

"I have no idea how your bottle-throwing acrobatics and my shaved ice machine can attract newcomers. We are witches! Witches! We are seekers of witchcraft, not jugglers or chefs!"

Eve put down the wine bottles dancing in the air one by one, and poured the flaming wine into a cup and placed it on the counter.She cast a cold glance at her frizzy companion.

"You're insulting the chef." Just as Franny was about to jump, Eve tactfully brought up the subject again.

"The idea of ​​recruiting elemental witches is really bad, but there is no other way. The witch district living in Wandering City has announced that it will no longer intervene in the struggle of witches. They chose peace, just like us. I have to say, settle down In a mobile city is really the safest choice. Everyone in the witch coven has their own obsessions. In fact, we all have seeds of hatred in our hearts. We are not so open-minded like ordinary people. Elemental witches who choose stability are not eligible to enter the witch Gathering, we can only entrust us to the Witch of Death."

"It didn't work out well."

"Don't have expectations for yourself. We are also different from these witches. The name of death will make us a source of anxiety for them. Therefore, it is enough to be ourselves, make efforts, and then fail."

After Eve placed the wine bottles, she reached out and grabbed the moving cup at the far side of the counter.The slowly moving wine glass was easily held by her, and ripples were stirred above the red wine.Eve's hand grabbed the air, she looked at the position in front of the wine glass, her voice was hollow like a machine.

"You're not old enough to drink, little sister."

In Eve's hand, a small waxy white hand appeared, the color slowly spread in the air, and a little girl wearing torn clothes stood in front of her.She was just like Eve, with an expressionless face, and in Franny's eyes, it was even like looking at both sides of a mirror.

The girl with messy hair wanted to move her wrist, but Eve grabbed her tightly. After three attempts, she chose to surrender.

"I need wine, big sister."

"What to do? Next time, add some adjectives, beautiful or beautiful, so that you can impress others."

"I want to wash the wound with wine, pretty big sister."

"It seems that you are also a smart little guy. Adjectives are invalid for me."

"..."

Eve grabbed the girl's little hand and turned it around, "Where's the wound?"

"On someone else."

"Take me there, and I'll give you the alcohol."

"Okay." The little girl nodded without hesitation.

Eve also nodded in response to her, "Frannie, while I was preparing alcohol, I grabbed this girl, she wanted to run away."

Franny hugged the little girl as required, and some small ice crystals condensed in the surrounding air.

"Eve, how did you know she was going to run away? She has facial paralysis exactly like you. You have a special way of communicating."

"Look at her eyes, she's not good at lying yet." Franny looked at the little girl in her arms according to Eve's words. She was empty and had nothing but herself who was being tricked.

Eve had already prepared the liquor, and led the little girl forward like a family member.The little girl's eyes still stayed in the glass of red wine.

"That cup has a high alcohol content. If you don't want to sterilize, torturers can use that."

The little girl took the two of them to a hidden corner behind a tent that was in contact with the raised hills. There was a rough camouflage made of broken leafy branches. Under the camouflage was a layer of khaki-colored curtain. A curled up figure Underneath, on the canvas of the tent.It was another little girl, with a deep wound on her shoulder, from which deep dark red flesh could be seen.

She seemed to be asleep, and she was still having nightmares in her sleep.But in fact, this little girl is suffering from hunger, cold and weakness. This kind of life cannot withstand the coming winter, and most of them will die here.

"Lianka is my friend. When I was kicked out by my parents, she took me in, but soon she also became a witch. I don't know if it's my fault, my existence..." Eve While washing Lianka's wound, he listened to the girl talking to herself.

"what's your name?"

"Jacqueline."

Eve got some wine in Lianka's mouth, and handed the bottle to Jacqueline, "Do you want a drink?"

"You just said...you can't drink if you're underage."

"I'm not your mother, so there's no need to listen to me."

"I don't want to drink." Jacqueline turned her attention to Lianka. The wine seemed to have helped a little, and the blushing Lianka looked much calmer.

"Why didn't you bandage the wound?"

"I won't." Eve generously expressed her incompetence, not caring about the image of an adult at all.

"That..." Not far away, a little witch with a black cat appeared behind the four of them, and Krona clasped her palms in front of her, "I know how to bandage, can you let me try?"

Eve and the Ankara black cat glanced at each other and moved away.

Krona took off a large feather from her body and quickly wrapped up Lianka's wound.

"She needs rest, warm food and a fire. I am a vengeful witch, and I can provide all of these." Krona looked carefully at Jacqueline, who lowered her head, waiting for the child to make her own choice.

Jacqueline looked at Eve.

"I want to go to your place."

Eve held Lianka in her arms, and led everyone towards the camp of the Death Witch.

"You can go, but you can't join us."

"why?"

"Because I am the Witch of Death."

Jacqueline followed closely in Eve's footsteps, stubbornly walking in second place with small steps.

"Will you be happy after death?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you are happy."

Eve paused for a second, looked at Franny, then looked down at Jacqueline, "Your illusion."

Krona followed behind them, worried about Lianka on the one hand, and worried about herself on the other. "Master Vera, are we really going to enter the camp of the Witch of Death? I heard from Lord Cesera that the Witch of Death doesn't seem to have a good relationship with us."

Willa Maomao arched her body and stretched her waist.

"Of course, the witches of death are good people, and there happens to be a cute girl who is about the same age as Krona. You can be playmates."

In the camp, Vera Maomao brought Kulona and Murray who brought a lot of gifts together, and Lianka was handed over to the careful care of Istara.

Eve and Jacqueline, two witches, one big and one small, sat by the campfire in the tent.

"I will definitely repay you." Jacqueline's voice was decisive, not at all like the decisiveness of an eleven or twelve-year-old girl.

"You have no chance. As a dead person, I don't want anything."

Jacqueline seemed to have been drained of all her strength, sitting on her seat with her legs crossed, watching the flames in the bonfire in a daze.

"..."

Eve stretched out her palm, and the flame, under her power, turned into a spinning and dancing Pyroman.

"I heard that witches who learn the flame witchcraft will become very enthusiastic, I can't feel it."

"Jacqueline, can you help me prove this point? Can you do it? An enthusiastic witch?"

In Jacqueline's eyes, there was the beating fire light of the flame villain. She buried her face in her knees and spoke in a voice the size of a mosquito.

"I can try."

(End of this chapter)