Not a Witch

Until finally reaching the top of the mountain, which is the flat land on the cliff.

The night wind blew, picked up some dead leaves, and made a faint whimpering sound. When the six people climbed the steps exhausted, they found that the men in red were already standing neatly.

They were separated on both sides, their heads bowed respectfully, and they were silent. Their figures were hidden under the crimson hoods and cloaks. Only the hem of their clothes fluttered and swayed in the mountain wind.

Everyone looked up the hillside, and finally saw a figure with his back to them at the end.

That figure is not tall, and against the backdrop of the surrounding red-clothed dark moons, it is even a little thin.

The 'red glove' who originally greeted them was standing beside this figure at the moment. At this moment, he took a step forward, bowed again to salute, and then spoke.

"Welcome everyone to welcome this moment. We will right the distorted order and return the empire to its rightful owner."

"The true successors of the previous emperors, the Crown Prince brothers, Ansair and Ansroy, and the one standing in front of you at this moment is the only blood descendant of the Crown Prince Ansroy."

After speaking, when the six people were shocked and had no time to digest the huge news, the figure slowly turned around.

He was wearing a night-black cloak, with a dark red lining under the jet-black back, reminiscent of the oldest nobles among humans.

Just like in historical legends, King Cang Yue inherited part of the true red empire's heritage, and in the ancient past, they also considered themselves descendants of the first blood, enjoying the power of blood, and the king of the demon sequence.

The boy holding the scepter was only 14 years old, but he had short silver hair and bright red eyes like jewels. Under the gaze of these eyes, these nobles finally bowed their heads one by one.

They moved forward step by step, knelt down on the ground with the most humble attitude in their lives, and kissed the heirs of the oldest human blood on this earth.

"We will always be loyal to you, the true master of the empire, the monarch of the Red Moon."

"Maybe one more thing to add." A woman with a soft and moving voice also raised her head at this moment, and she was the other person standing beside the king.

"The eternally frozen king of rime."

As the words fell, gusts of cold wind began to blow across the vast land spanning thousands of miles. It was clear that there was no snow, but the vegetation, branches and leaves in the mountains began to condense into tiny ice flowers.

The mountains that were originally pitch black began to be covered with a layer of white rime frost under the blowing of the perpetually frozen wind.

These frozen frost flowers dotted everything in sight, gradually turning this world into a frozen pure white world, so beautiful and so cold.

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The cold wind in the east gradually blows, and the southern border of the empire never stops.

Just when many nobles and commoners thought that the Baskar family had become extinct, the continuous roar of the dragon resounded through the mountains again.

Four powerful dragon knights that the world has never seen appeared in the sky. They drove the black and red dragon, and slowly descended to the center of the southern border, the capital of Chixin Province. After expelling and defeating the local garrison and governor, a satisfactory The unexpected girl reappeared in front of everyone.

A handful of black halberds were crossed high on both sides of the street, and then parted one by one, to welcome the real owner of the Dragon Heart capital in the south.

"Kneel down and repent for your past mistakes. The noble blood of the red dragon may forgive you for your past mistakes."

Goldsmith, who was wearing a formal dress, stood on the high platform and shouted loudly, like a chant.The loud and clear voice was like a goshawk gliding across the earth, reaching the ears of everyone in the city.

"Then swear once again, forever loyal to your true master, the daughter of Lord Leodor, the sole heir of the black-bottomed red dragon, the dragon of evil thoughts, the Duke of Busta of this generation, His Royal Highness Xia Lanluote !"

Accompanied by the sound of the dragon's roar resounding through the sky, the girl with light pink hair climbed to the top of the high platform step by step, and sat on the throne of the dragon's head.

The gorgeous dress she was wearing was clearly divided into black and red in the middle, and the sleeves and skirt were also dotted with black and red decorations, which not only showed beauty, but also showed a vigorous and light body.

The girl sitting on the throne is Lottie who has been away from Lorraine Hill for more than a month, or she should be called, Charlanot Cang Baska.

The roar of the dragon continued, circling in the sky, and in the noisy giant city, the blood-colored rose flags fell down, and the red dragon flags with black backgrounds were erected again.

The black and red Dragon of Evil Thought still roared in the wild.

Chapter 140 Bitter Cherries and Wild Fruits

Another year has passed and time has come to January.

Because of the cold wave that gradually spread in the northern part of the mainland, this year was also designated as a year of severe winter by the Sage Council.

Winter has gradually gone through the most difficult part. Although it is still cold, many places in the southern border are gradually getting warmer.

Walking in the mountains and forests outside the city, there are mostly withered and yellow grass roots under your feet, but near the roots of some trees, you can always see a few dark green plants like oil.

They have finely divided, slightly thick leaves that seem to be hardy and water-retaining.

Lorraine Hill didn't wear armor today, but walked in the mountains in a black-and-white dress.

Normally, she had to wear armor to hide her identity, but occasionally she wanted to run out to get some air. Now, she also needed to investigate the surrounding environment of the city to find out if there were any suitable minerals or places suitable for development.

The small leather shoes jumped up lightly on the ground, and then leaped over the thorny bushes, and Lorraine Hill lightly landed on a dark gray stone.

The silver hair fell slowly in the wind, and a few strands brushed against her ears, making the girl feel a little itchy.The air is still cold, and a few small red bean-like fruits under the trees in the distance come into my eyes.

The footsteps stepped on the ground again, passing through the stones and several roots with ease, Lorraine Hill bent and squatted down, and looked at the clump of plants in front of him.

Looks like I haven't seen it before.

She gently touched these small fruits with her fingers, and they trembled slightly on the twigs. The paper strips of shrubs are not as soft as flowers and plants, and they tremble and shake when the wind blows.

The light-colored fingertips picked off a small fruit, simply wiped it clean, and then peeled it off carefully to reveal the delicate small seeds.

The tongue carefully tried it, and a sour and sweet taste came to mind.

It's not very tasty, the girl looked at these small fruits.

Can it be improved? This kind of fruit seems to be relatively common in the local area. If it is improved well, it should become a good economic crop.

Many fruits in life are actually gradually improved. The original version is always somewhat unsatisfactory.

For example, the seeds of bananas are very large in the original version, the watermelon is also very small, and the peaches are green and astringent.If you want to ask why the girl knows this, it is because when I was playing with my friends on the mountain when I was a child, I saw the original version of peaches.

Recalling the scene when he was a child in his mind, Lorraine Hill picked a lot of small fruits, put them in a small bag, and then went to other places.

The more you go to the top of the mountain, the more tall trees there are, which may be due to the fact that there are few people and less felling.

Walking under these thick fir trees, this silver-haired figure flashed in the shade from time to time, like an elf in a fairy tale, gently brushing the trees in the forest with his fingers, light and moving.

Most of the trees in the mountains are pines and shirts, and occasionally you can see fallen pine nuts among the grass and stones on the ground.They are completely in harmony with the surrounding fallen leaves and soil.

Compared with the lively towns, the mountains in winter are very quiet, with few animals coming out to move around, and only a few birdsong dotted it.

At some point, the silver-haired girl stopped and stood in front of a low tree.

This is....

Lorraine Hill looked at this tree which was quite different from the surrounding ones, and lightly pressed his hand on the trunk, the small undulating grooves on the bark and the faint coolness came into his mind.

She closed her eyes to perceive it for a while, and then searched and compared it in the system, only then did she know its name.

A bitter cherry tree, a bit strange, shouldn't such a tree grow in a tropical place.

However, if there is only one plant, it may be a seed accidentally left by human activities many years ago.

Although the name has cherries in it, the fruit of this tree does not actually resemble cherries.If you really want to compare it, it is similar to a pumpkin that has been shrunk countless times. It is divided into eight ribs, and the color changes from light green at the beginning to vermilion to purple when it matures.

When Emenas was in second grade, the only mention of this plant in class was because its fruit could be used to make a sleep potion, which was very useful for some people with insomnia.

The price is quite expensive, because most of these production areas come from the Southern Islands, and it will cost a lot of money to purchase them from the alchemy workshops on the mainland.And for some nobles, they really need this kind of medicine to help sleep and calm the nerves.

Because this is one of the few sleep medicines with minimal side effects.

Thinking so in her mind, the girl lightly pressed her chin with her fingers, then lowered her head to look around, and finally her eyes lit up, and she found a seedling that hadn't grown up in a corner of a certain rock crevice.

Judging by the appearance of this seedling, it should be difficult to survive until the beginning of spring. If it can grow up smoothly, there should not be just such a bitter cherry tree here.

Carefully took the seedlings out of the grass, put them in a cloth bag and put them away. Lorraine Hill looked around and continued walking forward.

Through the sparse and cold mountain tops, through the wet lowlands covered with forests, and across the quiet winter river, time gradually passed.

The sky gradually darkened.

Are you going back to eat?Lorraine Hill looked at the setting sun that was about to set in the distance. The afterglow was separated by trees one by one, forming scattered lights and shadows on the ground.

I still won't go back. Although the chef in the mansion is doing a good job, she is a little tired. Let's cook something by myself today.

It happens that there are no outsiders, but you can freely use the things in the storage space.

After a while, Lorraine Hill found a thick tree with a wide trunk that just blocked the cold wind behind, forming a small leeward harbor.

The breeze swirled, clearing and blowing away the fallen leaves on the ground, and Lorraine Hill simply made a small fire pit.

Then some dry fallen leaves were ignited, sending out swirling blue smoke, and then burning bright yellow flames, illuminating the surroundings.

Sitting by the small fire, Lorraine Hill watched the flickering flames, adding twigs and tiny logs.

The loose shrub branches are bent in the hands, the blue bark is twisted, the light white wood is pulled out, and then picked up and placed on the fire to ignite, the slightest water vapor overflows from the fiber gaps of the shrub branches, and small bubbles pop out , making a slight sizzle sound.

After the bent part was burned off, the remaining part did not have to worry about rebounding, and was thrown into the fire by the girl.

The flame gradually grew larger, emitting warm heat, dyeing the surrounding environment orange-yellow, and Lorraine Hill's pupils also reflected a light yellow color, like flames flickering in the water.

What should I eat? Lorraine Hill checked his own storage space and put some ingredients on the fire, including the taro bought in the east, the mushrooms that he and Keti hadn't eaten before (it has become dry goods), The potatoes I planted in the forest, the ice flame honey that Yi Xue gave her, and the purple-shelled peanuts they gave her when I was in the night palace.

Sure enough, I still want to have some meat. Although I don’t have to consider the issue of nutritional development, it seems that it is not good to be a vegetarian all the time.

Thinking of this, she rummaged through the storage space for a while before finding a piece of dried bacon.Thinking back carefully, it seems that it was a gift from Niya.

That year she and Niya went to the grassland, and on the return journey, Niya was afraid that she would not find food on the way. After all, the grassland was huge and there was very little food, so she sent some bacon and bread.

Naturally, the bread had been eaten long ago, but the bacon had been forgotten in the corner.

It shouldn't be broken, right? Lorraine Hill blinked, looked at the salt-cured bacon on the slate, poked it with his hand, and felt the hardness in it.

Sweeping through the ingredients with perception, this piece of bacon is actually edible, which surprised the girl.

But even so, you still have to cut the outer layer, which will be better.

Well, there is no need to add salt.

A small earthenware pot was placed beside the fire, and Lorraine Hill put water into it, then cut the bacon into several pieces, added some spices and peppers, and then looked aside of other foods.

Mushrooms and taro can be placed, which is a good match. As for the purple-shell peanuts, just bury them under the fire, and when they are finished, they can be used as snacks.

The same is true for honey, mixed with some water, it is a very good and sweet drink with rice.

Beside the small bonfire, with the lid of the clay pot covered, Lorraine Hill sat aside, propping his head with both hands, quietly waiting for the dinner to be cooked.

The night gradually deepened, and the occasional bird song came from the black mountains in the distance.

The silver hair hangs in front of the body, shining in the firelight, the bubbling bubbles dance slightly, and a burst of fragrance slowly spills out with the white air.

The slender hands carefully picked up the lid, a pair of chopsticks poked into the jar, and then the white taro was pinched out.

In the bright yellow firelight, the taro cubes are steaming white, and they are gently rotated by the breeze to dissipate the heat, and then they are put into the mouth.

Still a little hot, the girl thought.