A Bar In An Alternate World: Pick Up A Young Witch

In the light of a bright candle, a middle-aged man dressed luxuriously and with a majestic appearance sat in front of a carved oak desk. In front of him was the financial report for this quarter. His two sharp eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a small smile appeared on his towering forehead. Small Sichuan characters.

tuk tuk.

There was a knock on the door.

The man didn't raise his head, and said in a deep voice, the door opened with a creak, and the mage Morris who was in charge of maintaining the magic circle in the castle walked in.

Master Morris was wearing a blue robe, about forty years old, and looked rather ugly, like a skinny monkey.

"My lord."

Clement raised his head in surprise. He thought it was a servant who brought the tea, but he didn't expect it to be Morris.

"Master Morris must have something important to see me so late?"

Old Morris grinned, revealing his crooked, yellowed and shriveled teeth.

"My lord, Miss San is back."

"What?!"

The quill in the lord's hand dropped on the table, and he snorted coldly.

"Hmph, she still knows to come back."

"But I see Miss San is acting sneaky, she doesn't seem to plan to see you, nor does she plan to stay."

Morris took out a crystal ball, and Selia's figure emerged from it. She was hiding in the shadows around the corner, avoiding the sight of the guards patrolling at night.

Clement glanced at where she was, and knew who she wanted to see. He couldn't help sighing slightly, did this girl really not have me as a father in her heart?

"By the way, she was sensed by the defensive magic circle together with a man."

"A man?" Clement's face changed, and she secretly brought the man back? Could it be that this unfilial daughter has already committed a scandal that shamed the family?

She had been away from home for two years, and the possibility was very strong.

The picture on the crystal ball changed, and it turned to the old tree outside the castle. A man was leaning on the trunk with a satisfied expression on his face.

Staring at the figure under the tree, Clement's expression became ugly.

Damn wild boy, what do you think of the lord's mansion?

"Call the guards and arrest him!"

"Does your lord want to see him in person?"

Clement gritted his teeth secretly.

"Lock him up first, don't touch him for now, and make arrangements after I meet that girl."

"Yes, I'll arrange it now."

After Master Morris left, Lord Clement stood up abruptly, walked out of the room, and walked towards the room where his wife who had separated from him was.

After entering the castle through the window, Celia escaped the patrolling guards along the way, and finally came out of this room.

After reconfirming that no one was approaching, she walked out from the shadow of the corner and knocked on the door nervously.

After a brief silence, a gentle voice came from inside the door.

"Come in."

Celia opened the door and walked in. A noble lady in a white nightgown was lying sideways on the bed, with her head propped on one hand and a book on the bed flipped through with the other. Her plump figure was facing away from the door.

Seeing that familiar figure from behind, Selia called softly: "Mother... I'm back to see you."

The woman on the bed froze, then sat up and turned her head. Under the bright candlelight, there was a face of a woman in her thirties. After careful maintenance, the skin was still very shiny, and the corners of the eyes and brows were full of mature woman's face. Charm.

At this time, this face was full of unbelievable shock, and he stared blankly at Selia at the door.

"Selia, are you really back? Am I dreaming?"

Celia threw herself into the woman's arms.

"Mother, it's me. I'm back to see you."

The woman held Selia tightly in her arms, and kept kissing her forehead.

"Good daughter, you are finally willing to come back to see me. Your father must be very happy to know that you are back."

"Don't tell him that I've been back. If he finds out, he will force me to stay. It will take a lot of work if I slip away."

"Ah, you still have to go?" The woman's voice trembled slightly.

Celia snorted and said: "If you don't go, are you waiting for him to sell me to the nobles in the capital? But don't worry, I will visit you often in the future, provided that he doesn't know that I have been here. Otherwise, it would not be so easy for me to sneak in again."

"Well, your father is also doing it for your own good. You are going to marry sooner or later. The young people he selected for you are all young people with good conduct, and even the noble elite who have become knights before the age of twenty. Where is it not?" OK?"

Celia frowned: "But I don't want to be a pampered noble lady. The life I want is to constantly challenge the strong during the adventurous journey, keep getting stronger, and get married? At least wait until I become a legendary strong. "

"That kind of life is too dangerous, do you have the heart to make me worry about you every day?" The woman stroked Selia's face, trying to persuade this rebellious daughter again.

"You have persuaded me so many times since I was a child, and you know I will not give up."

The woman finally sighed helplessly.

"Then tell me something interesting about your travels."

Celia smiled and began to tell her mother anecdotes about the journey. The woman listened patiently, her eyes filled with love.

When the mother and daughter were happily talking about their farewell, the door of the room was suddenly opened, and a tall figure walked in.

"Ah, sir."

Clement stared at Selia in the woman's arms.

"You still know how to come back."

"Ah, father, how do you know I'm back?" Selia stood up, staring at her father in disbelief.

"Not only do I know that you are back, I also know that you brought a man back, who is he?" Clement asked sternly.

"Uh, he was also discovered by you?" Selia scratched her head. In the two years since she left, has the castle's defense level been so high?

"Quickly tell me, what does he have to do with you!" Clement asked eagerly.

Selia rolled her eyes and said with a chuckle, "It's just as you thought."

"You!" Clement's face turned ashen in an instant, "It's just nonsense!"

"You know, I've been fooling around since I was little."

"Hmph, since you're back, don't even think about leaving. I've locked him into a dungeon. If you dare to run away, I'll kill him."

…

In the dark and damp dungeon, there was a pungent smell of bad wine.

Ringer stood in the cell and yawned, looking outside the cell.

In the dim light of torches, two guards lay drunk on a dirty wooden table.

At that time, facing the well-equipped and well-trained elite guards, it was too late to call out the bar gate to escape, and it was even more unwise to fight recklessly, so he didn't resist, and was arrested very cooperatively, and then stuffed into the bar. In the underground prison.

It's time to go back.

A brass key appeared in his hand, and magic power was poured into it. After nearly a minute, a wooden door appeared on the cold wall of the cell.

He pushed open the door and walked in.