Not a Witch

"Well, that's good, because she is very powerful, maybe you can't beat her."

"No, Lingyin, I'm a Sequence 5, and Little Lacey is only a Sequence 3 at most." Lan Lier looked disbelieving.

"You'll find out later."

boom--

boom--

With a few soft sounds from a distance, colorful fireworks rose slowly in the night sky, like stars rising from the earth, blooming colorful colors in the sky.

The colorful stars bloomed into huge streamer flowers, and the scattered light spots were like golden rain falling from the sky, and the empty night sky suddenly became lively.

Residents and tourists in the city stopped to watch at this time, bursts of laughter, blessings, and prayers resounded among the crowd.

Then more fireworks rose from the ground, and the spectacular and beautiful scenery unfolded in the night sky of Hoplander like a scroll.

The gorgeous fireworks continue to rise and bloom, illuminating the dark alleys.

A teenager is walking on a deserted street with his friend's cold body in his arms. His hands are heavy and sore. The excitement in the distance is so far away, as if in two worlds.

The tears on his face dried up slowly in the night wind. He walked slowly through the deep alley, trying to bury his friend on the hillside by the sea.

A small canal ran through the edge of the city, and Bud staggered onto a small bridge.

Fireworks rose in the distance, reflecting the bridge deck, and sprinkled waves of light on the tranquil water surface of the small river. The figure of the young man was faintly under the cold firelight, and he looked very lonely.

There were slight footsteps ahead, and a slender figure appeared on the opposite side of the bridge, with gray boots and a black hooded robe, and long pale golden hair protruding from the cap, which was coated with a layer of silver by the moonlight.

Then the footsteps stopped.

Lorraine Hill looked at the familiar young man in front of him. His pupils were sad and silent, and he was holding a body that had lost its temperature. Behind him was black smoke and fire, and people could still hear people's voices from time to time. Shouts.

"Still, are you late?"

Looking at this cowardly young man before, she sighed softly, already having a lot of guesses in her mind.

Bud looked at the girl who had helped him on the bridge, her footsteps stopped, and her hands finally couldn't bear the weight, and she knelt down on the ground, crying bitterly, but her eyes blinked desperately, not letting a single tear flow.

Lorraine Hill looked at the young man quietly, and after a long while, the choked sobs slowly stopped.

"Are you sent by the gods to save me?" Bud raised his head and looked at the girl in black robe in front of him.

"But why not save my friend."

"Why, why does the hero in the story always appear last?"

"Aren't you a hero? Why can't you save everyone!"

He seemed to question Lorraine Hill, but also seemed to be venting his own anger, angry at his cowardice and incompetence.

Although the teenager may not have really asked himself, Lorraine Hill still gave an answer.

"Sorry, I'm not a hero, and I can't save everyone."

"Or it's a sad thing to expect a hero to save everything."

In various legends, everyone is always happy to hear that a certain brave or hero stepped forward to defeat the evil villain and save everything.They pin their hopes and wishes on others, but they are content with the status quo and dare not change.

Lorraine Hill stood at the end of the bridge, quietly listening to the boy's narration about the short life of his good friend Gretel.

"Why wait all this time instead of standing up for yourself?"

Looking at this cowardly boy, Lorraine Hill spoke again, just like the alley outside the restaurant that day.

"Why do you always pin your hopes on others, prefer to pray to the gods of nothingness, hide in the corner and complain about yourself, and wait for the noble person you meet by chance, rather than take a step by yourself."

"When will you be your own hero?"

Under the cold moonlight, the girl took off the hood on her head, her silver hair fluttered in the air, and her bright red and transparent pupils looked directly at the shocked boy.

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Hopelander, House of Nissos.

In a small hall in the mansion, Fenton received two guests.

The exquisite brass chandelier is under the ceiling, dyeing the interior with bright colors, the red velvet seat is edged with mahogany armrests, and there are several small cups and a transparent glass wine jug on the table, in which amber liquid Slightly rippling under the candlelight, it is the unique Cointreau of the Nissos family.

"Master Fenton, there is a fire at the winery." A butler knocked on the door and came in, and then reported.

"Well, I see, let's send a team to fight the fire."

Felton waved his hand and casually ordered that this might have been a big deal in the past, but the matter discussed with these two guests today is extraordinary, and the fire is not that important, anyway, they have a lot of breweries.

After hearing the news, a guest on the opposite side had a new idea.

"Do you know what caused the fire?"

"It seems that some employee was dissatisfied and deliberately set the fire."

"Oh, this is interesting." He elongated his voice slightly.

"Master Fenton, I think it's better to hit the sun than to hit the sun, or just today."

"Today? So hasty?" Felton was a little surprised.

"Yes, although not completely ready, but almost. Besides, if you act earlier, you will be caught off guard."

Fenton didn't answer right away. He put his hand on his chin and kept rubbing it, a little shaken and hesitant, while the butler next to him was a little confused, so he had to stand by and continue to wait.

The two guests were not in a hurry, one of them picked up the jug, the orange liquid was poured out of the jug, and with the slight sound of water flowing, the three cups were filled.

Felton took a deep breath and looked at the chandelier above his head.

Nearly half-burned candles are inserted into the lamp holders one by one, clearly reflecting the painted paintings on the surrounding corners of the ceiling. These painted paintings describe the process of the Nissos family's prosperity step by step.

The picture starts with a fruit seller driving a horse-drawn cart, then he asks a farmer for advice in the countryside, then he sits in front of a house with his wife in his arms, and then the child grows up with friends Scenes of them having fun together.

After that, there is a young man standing in a harvested orchard, under the thick vines are boxes of grapes, and the sky is bright blue.

...

The penultimate picture shows the young man sitting in the room with a sad face. He opened the clay pot, and there were rotten grapes in it, and there were many piled clay pots and scattered grapes beside him.

The last picture shows him holding a wine glass high, and next to him are several good friends, they are dressed in different clothes, some are like alchemists, some are like priests, some are like farmers, some are like nobles, and some are like laborers workers.These people stood next to the young man, also holding wine glasses in their hands, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Meeting friends with wine, no distinction is made between high and low."

This was the motto left by the first Patriarch of the Nissos family back then, but as time passed, only the first half of the sentence was valued by the family, and the second half has not been mentioned for a long time.

Fenton closed his eyes, opened them after a long time, and spoke.

"Too urgent, the old man will not agree."

"But the old man is old after all, and it's time to rest. If you can't make up your mind, who else in the Nissos family can make the decision."

Felton took a deep breath, picked up the wine glass in front of him, and drank it in one gulp.

"Okay, that's today!" Then the empty wine glass slammed down on the table.

The two people on the opposite side also showed a smile when they saw each other, picked up the wine glasses on the table and drank in one gulp.

Fenton stood up, put on his coat, and gave instructions to the housekeeper.

"Call up all the guards at home, gather in the courtyard, and notify the staff of the branch in the city, all come to the master's house to gather."

The butler agreed in surprise, and was about to go out when another sentence came.

"The old man, send someone to take care of him, and don't let outsiders get in touch with him."

"Yes, Lord Fenton."

The butler quickly left the small hall, and then the big bell in the Nissos Chamber of Commerce rang, with a rapid and heavy voice.

Fenton stood at the window, watched the mobilizing crowd downstairs in the mansion, and turned around.

"Now the Nissos family will fulfill the covenant, and when will you let me see your promise, two young masters of the Tisiphone family."

Under the bright candlelight, the two young people also stood up.

"Master Fenton, please rest assured. Just now, Master Zenep has sent us a message that the 'Giant God' has been activated. Anemii has already reached a consensus, and we have also received your blessing from Tisiphone. The last piece of the puzzle, ready to act."

Under the light, the shadow formed by the black broken hair covered the face, and a wanton smile appeared on the corner of the mouth. It was Edley from the Tisiphone family.

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On the other side of Hopeland, on a remote bridge.

Bud stared blankly at the silver-haired girl in front of him. Under the cold moonlight, the crimson and clear pupils and the dreamy and peerless face gave him an unimaginable impact in his life.

The more you lack something, the more you desire something.

Because of his bad looks, he was often ridiculed by others. He has always had low self-esteem, and he envied and even worshiped those good-looking people more and more.

Lorraine Hill looked at the boy in front of him, and a mechanical voice came from his mind.

Task: Answer Bard's questions, and get rewards depending on the degree of completion, at least 60%. (Current progress 20%)

Rewards: Every time you reach 20% progress, you will get a chance to draw a lottery. When the completion level is 100%, you will get an extraordinary creation formula.

This time was much easier than Pullman's time, and the girl breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the personal problem is easy to solve, not as big-hearted as Pullman.

99% of the problems in a person's life are due to insufficient strength (money). The so-called breaking skill with strength, breaking all laws with one sword is just to make him strong enough.

"So, do you want to gain power?"

The girl's soft voice sounded, matched with the silver hair and red pupils, like a demon god under the Nine Netherworld, tempting mortals to drink the forbidden poisonous wine.

Bud looked at the pair of red pupils that seemed to be able to breathe in the soul, his throat moved, and he replied hesitantly.

"I think."

"But you have to pay the corresponding price and make an unbreakable oath."

"I am willing."

The silver-haired girl floated up slowly, red light particles began to emerge in the air, and then continuously gathered into the amber fruit in her palm.

If you want to ask which Transcendent Sequence has the strongest attack power and is the easiest to quickly complete, it is undoubtedly the Devil Sequence.

This dangerous sequence inherited from the True Red Empire has been designed for reckless killing since its birth, and it is extremely terrifying to both people and themselves.

The fruit of that extraordinary maple tree has stable characteristics and is a panacea with a wide range of applications. It is the best to neutralize this dangerous magic power.