Not a Witch

"I seem to have heard this name before." Ling Xin stretched out her fingers and pressed her chin lightly.

"That's right, it's Aliena who competes with me for the title of genius alchemist." Lan Lier said angrily.

"Originally, I was even more famous, because I invented the magic speaker and the phonograph device. As a result, that guy made great contributions in the war and became a hero, and he overwhelmed me."

"I'm so unconvinced. It's clearly the honorable title of alchemy, but she cheated and took shortcuts. She didn't win by invention at all."

"Well, maybe it's because the war has a greater impact on people." Lorraine Hill said a little embarrassedly from the side.

"Hmph, now that I know, there's nothing I can do. But this time I'll meet her well to see if she has real talents." Lan Lier was very dissatisfied with this school girl.

"Okay, now get ready to go."

After that, the two took a sea boat, took Lorraine Hill's instructions and dolls, and embarked on a journey to the Southern Islands.

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[Lovely little Lacey, we have now arrived at Huangyou Island in the south. It is said that this is the hottest island in the south, and it will be more comfortable going further south.

The place you described is slowly approaching, and then we will follow the route to those broken islands to inquire one by one.Now I will report the progress to you, I hope you don't worry, and I also hope you have a pleasant journey in the Canghong Empire.

Your good friend, Lan Lier, Ling Xin, Yi Xue (this name seems to be written in another name, the handwriting is different)]

"Have you reached the south yet? It should be soon."

In a half-dream, the carriage hit a larger rock on the mountain road again. Lorraine Hill woke up from sleep, rubbed his eyes, looked at the letter in his hand, and then put it away.

It would be great if we could find Vimiya quickly, she always feels powerless by herself.Now Keti is not around, and sometimes she has no other skills, so she can only find another way.

As the reincarnation of Sifnerian, Vimiya is her natural best friend and partner, and she doesn't belong to the two factions of Tides and Siya, so she can enter the empire without restriction and assist her in some things.

After sorting out the thoughts in her mind, the girl turned her attention to her body.

Verdant evergreen trees towered layer by layer, and in the distance in the field of vision, the top of the mountain was covered with snow, and many trees also had unmelted snow.Snow white and deep blue penetrate each other, dyeing the world into a cool and beautiful color.

She pulled up the rope and guided the carriage to a shady clearing beside the road, then jumped down lightly and came to the back of the carriage.

"Wake up, Iyena, let's rest here tonight."

"Okay, Sister Messia." The blond girl sat up and let go of the warm blanket among the goods in the carriage, slowly recovered her spirits, and walked down curiously.

"Is this the Longjiao Province?"

"Well, it's not far from where your brother is."

Lorraine Hill rubbed her hair, and then the two found some dead branches in the forest, and then lit a small bonfire.

The quiet night has begun again.

Chapter 130 Sparks Flicker

The oil sizzled, slipped from the threaded stick, dripped into the flames, and splashed bright yellow fireworks.

Lorraine Hill sat by the campfire, writing recent events in a thick-bound book that was open.Some of them were received by her from the organization 'Fire Eye Warbler', some of them were found out by herself, and some of them were sent from the Karites Chamber of Commerce through letters.

Iyena took off the grilled meat skewers, put them on a warm wooden plate, and handed them over.

"Sister Messia." She called the blond girl's name.

"Well, okay, wait a minute." The girl raised her head in the firelight, packed up her books and placed them on the stone beside her, then took the barbecue slices from Iyena, and ate them in small bites.

"It's delicious." The meat was roasted hot, and there was a burning pleasure in eating it.

Hearing the girl's praise, Iyena laughed, feeling that she was so useful.

"Let me cook some more oatmeal, it will be warm at night." Iyena said as she stood up, found some grated oatmeal from the carriage, put it into a small iron pot, and started to boil it.

Lorraine Hill looked at the bland barley porridge, then took out a sugar bowl, poured a little white sugar into the barley porridge, and a tempting sweetness wafted out.

"Is it sugar? It's so expensive." Iyena looked at the white sugar with some reluctance.

"Yes, but don't worry, because it is produced in my hometown, so it won't be very expensive." The girl comforted, and then sat down with Iyena again.

"Did you rarely eat sugar before?" Lorraine Hill asked the girl beside her.

"Rarely, because it's too expensive. Only during the winter festival every year, Dad will bring back a small jar of honey."

"In winter, I can occasionally eat meat, and my brother is in charge of roasting it. I brush a little honey on the side, it will be very sweet."

"This is the happiest time of the year, because my father and mother will be at home without going out to work."

"It's just that my father will teach my brother a lesson occasionally. It's wrong to think that way, because if winter lasts for a long time, there will be no food at home, so I don't like winter very much afterwards."

"This is what life is like..." Lorraine Hill listened to the narration of the girl on the side, while stirring the porridge, the scenes of the previous life occasionally floated in his mind.

It seems that there was also a period of time when she was alone in the rental house, sitting by the induction cooker, cooking noodles by herself, with the vegetables and eggs she bought.Not for anything else, just to save money in this way. It was snowing outside the window at that time, and it was almost the Spring Festival, but because of work, I couldn't go home.

Ordinary life, a touch of loneliness, a little unsatisfactory and sentimental.

The words on the phone are familiar yet far away, and the friends of the same age in the past gradually become unfamiliar, and the meeting is also silent, only a few polite words are left.

As I get older, I become more and more aware of the difficulties and complexities of society, and I can't see tragedies more and more, because it is easy to be emotional, and in the end I only like light-hearted stories.

Sometimes I give up thinking about things that are too complicated because it is tiring.It is very tiring to understand others, and it is even more tiring to let others understand, so I kept silent and walked alone on the way to and from get off work.

I also hoped that the world would become better, but I was afraid to think about it, how can I call it good, everyone's wishes are different, and I can only give up in the end.

"The porridge is ready." Iyena's voice sounded beside her ears, bringing Lorraine Hill back to reality.

Lorraine Hill hummed lightly, and then asked Iyena to bring a wooden bowl to hold the cooked porridge.

The delicate barley porridge is like milk, with a slight sweet aroma exuding in the richness. After drinking it, the body feels a little warmer, like a small stove flowing quietly in the chest, dispelling the cold of winter.

Seeing Lorraine Hill's dazed look, Iyena turned her head slightly.

"Is sister Mesia thinking about something?"

"Yes, I'm thinking of someone I knew before."

"Sister Mesia will be sad too..." The girl felt a little emotional. In her heart, the girl who rescued her was so strong and determined, and this scene was something she had never imagined.

"Yes, I will still cry." Lorraine Hill smiled.

"Adults are still children before they become adults." The girl recalled what she remembered.

"I used to think that my parents were perfect and powerful. This idea even lasted for a long time. It was not until I returned to my hometown that I learned about my parents' past from other people." Looking at the stars in the sky, Lorraine Hill Talk to Iyena about my childhood.

"When I was young, my mother often blamed me for not studying hard and not being good at taking the initiative to do things. This made me feel guilty and ashamed all the time, but there was nothing I could do."

"Until that day, I met an aunt in my hometown. She used to be my mother's classmate. She told me about my mother's childhood."

"It turned out that my mother used to be a child who was afraid of studying, and sometimes even avoided the teacher, so she couldn't read."

"So the perfect and sacred image in memory collapsed, and everything suddenly became clear and returned to reality."

"They also have things that they are afraid of and tired of, but these are perfectly hidden in life."

"If you don't like bitter gourd, they will say that it is very nutritious and must be eaten, and the dish they hate will never be bought home." The girl smiled and said by the fire, her hair slipped from her shoulders.

"You say that studying is tiring and annoying, and they will talk about how they were back then. In fact, they used to complain like this, but at that time it was not as intense as it is now."

"Since then, I have known that I can no longer rely on adults. Because the myths dissipated, they are just mortals, with their own likes and dislikes and weaknesses."

Under the starry sky in the winter night, in the cold and dark night, the bonfire burned quietly, and Iyena's face was illuminated by the fire and swayed slightly.

In those dark jewel-like pupils, the voice of the girl in front of her was like clear water, slowly flowing in her heart.

She didn't understand what was moved, and she didn't know what to express, but her heart had never been so peaceful and peaceful. Perhaps the words she heard today would soon be forgotten.

But one day, maybe at a special time, or when a hard-won change occurs, it will be recalled again in my mind.

If adults are nothing but grown-up children, then who should I obey, and how should I face this strange world.

Who speaks the truth, whom I will walk, who will be my partner, and where will I end it all.

Maybe some questions have never been answered, but I finally admit the imperfection of myself and the world, and bow my head to embrace this incomplete and beautiful reality.

As the night deepened, the remaining bonfire emitted a dark red faint flame, and the two people who had been sitting on the side had already fallen asleep.

Under the vast night sky of the Milky Way, a small spark flickers slightly.

Chapter 130

Longjiao Province, under Georgetown.

In the early morning snow and mist, there was a sound of killing.The closed gates of the past have long been opened, and countless soldiers with pennisetum tied to their arms are fighting and killing in the city, and the ones fighting them are the private soldiers of the local nobles.

Pennisetum red beard is an extremely common weed in the wild. It is resistant to cold and heat, dry and wet, not afraid of insect damage, and resistant to lodging.

And now, the warriors bound to their arms with these weeds as their rings are rebelling.

"Who are you working for!" The warrior holding the ax roared, the red paint on his face made him mighty and frightening.

"Is it for the nobles who took everyone's food and abused your wife and children?" The heavy ax hit the shield, splashing debris from the bullets, which made people feel painful.

"Why do you listen to them? Don't you want to live for yourself?" The heavy ax slashed again in the air, breaking the protruding gun head, and the sound of metal collisions resounded on the street from time to time.

Facing these noble private soldiers who were resisting in formation on the street, a burst of flying axes pressed down, smashed into the helmet covered with iron, and took away silent resisting figures.

"Idiot! Slut! You black pigs in the mountains!" The guard captain who led the team laughed back angrily.

"What are you tm talking about in your sleep?"

"Master Viscount gave me money to support a family and live a comfortable life. Only you worthless stinky pigs are not wanted, understand!?"

"Give me an arrow!" The crossbow machine behind him flicked, and the arrows were shot out one after another, sinking into the bodies of these unarmored warriors in front, and fell down like a hedgehog.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Looking at their dead comrades, the eyes of the soldiers behind them were also red. They held up improvised wooden shields, frantically fanned the arrows that were coming towards them, and charged forward quickly.

The opportunity was fleeting, and before the crossbowmen behind could reload again, these bare-armed warriors jumped forward with a roar, and the heavy ax slashed head-on, smashing a cracked depression on the head of the opposite guard. The opponent fell down unwillingly.

"Shit!" The captain of the guard wearing a disc helmet cursed, and pulled out the long steel sword at his waist. The sword edge swung a pale afterimage in the air, and directly chopped off the heads of the oncoming soldiers.

The splattered blood sprinkled on the guards who were about to fight, the warm blood melted the frost mist on the armor, and flowed down the shoulders and body, staining the lining of the mail armor red.

"Zorn!"

In a chaotic street, a strong man jumped off the roof next to him, and the guards below him were knocked down like pumpkins with the swung hammer. He roared and rushed to the captain of the guards, calling out his name .

"House." The captain looked straight at the man in front of him, his voice gritted his teeth.

"You are the one who forged weapons for them, you idiot!" During the words, the sharp blade stabbed out suddenly with him.

The hammer and the blade of the sword crossed, and in the blink of an eye, the fur blouse on the soldier was torn apart, a long and narrow opening was torn in the chest, and the bones could even be seen vaguely.