Release that Witch

"Welcome to the Witch Alliance!" In the hall, a group of different ages and colorful witches toasted and laughed. network

"Thank you, thank you." Lucia felt hot and hot. She sucked her nose and held back the tears. She lifted the cup and drank the ale. It was not as bitter as the memory, but the wine. With a little sweetness.

After seeing the lord, with the help of the nightingale, she took a hot bath and bell and put on a clean set of clothes. Settled his sister, Lucia returned to the castle hall with the nightingale. Here, the witches hosted a welcome banquet for her.

Lucia saw so many similarities for the first time, and the last bit of doubt in her heart dissipated. If the witch is imprisoned here or forced to work for the lord, it is impossible to reveal such a brisk and bright smile.

I remembered that the nightingale said that this is the home of the witch. She suddenly had a feeling of empathy. It is not easy to have a safe and comfortable place to live than the witch who was exposed to the identity and was chased by the church. Since Jin Suicheng was attacked by mobs, she has exhausted the pains of running around for more than a month. The warm welcome of the Witch Alliance, so that she has been holding the heart can finally relax a little.

At the same time, she also saw how amazing it was to have a banquet that was all started by the witches.

The black flame instantly bakes the steak, and the tub that holds it is harmless.

A little girl with a short blond hair flies in the air and fills each person's cup with a jug.

The witch, who looks like an alien, simulates a wide variety of instrumental sounds and eventually converges into a beautiful piece of music.

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In the introduction of the nightingale, she quickly remembered each person's name, unconsciously integrated into the group, and the sadness in her heart was diluted a lot.

There are mature books and Wendy in the Witch Alliance, leaves and echoes like their sisters, and Anna, Soloya, etc., who are similar to their ages, whoever they are, do not regard her as a stranger. Lucia was grateful for this.

After the banquet, she and the witches exchanged good nights and returned to the new residence, the prince of the new house to supply the bell and the bell to the last room on the second floor of the castle. Although the bell was not a witch, he did not order himself to be separated from his sister.

"Sister?" Hearing the bell, the bell opened his eyes.

"You are awake!?" Lucia had a happy heart, and walked to the bed in two steps and three steps. "How are you feeling?"

The bell looked like a big sleep, and the pain caused by the disease did not leave any trace on the body. Her eyes were a little confused, but her mouth muttered: "I feel so hungry."

"Wait..." Lucia hurriedly pulled out a bag from her pocket. After opening it, the smell of the grilled fish overflowed. This is the dried fish that the nightingale handed her. "There is something to eat here."

Seeing the bell sitting on the bed next to the fish fillet, she patted the little guy's head with relief. My sister is only ten years old this year. Now she has no parents. She can only rely on herself.

After the bells swallowed two fish fillets, they woke up a lot. She looked around and said, "Where are we? There is no such big bed on the boat."

"We are at the destination of Bianbu Town in the West."

"It's already here?" She touched her cheek. "But I am not... sick? Will they agree to let the sick people enter the town?"

"Yeah, it really won't," Lucia was teased by her sister's look. "But the witch under the Lord's Master has cured you," she said in detail about the matter at the dock. "We are staying now." In his castle."

"Witch?" Bell asked, "Is it the same as your sister?"

"Yes, everyone is very good to me, especially a witch named Nightingale," Lucia softly fiddled with her head. "She also helped you take a shower."

"Hey, you don't always say that the nobles hate witches? Why are the lords willing to take them?"

This problem gave Lucia a slight glimpse. She coughed twice. "This... there are occasionally one or two good people in the nobility."

The bell picks up the last piece of dried fish in the bag. "So you need to work for him? Just like the maid at home, sweeping the floor, cooking and serving?"

"You are talking nonsense," Lucia licked her sister's face. "I am a witch! Of course, I use the power to work for the Lord! As for the maids, who told you?"

"Mom..." she snorted. "So she never allowed her father to recruit beautiful maids."

When she mentioned the family, Lucia’s face suddenly faded. She did not blame the bell again, but sighed her sister in her arms and sighed.

She is not worried about her sister's statement. When she talks with the lord, she can see that the other side is not only inquiring about her life, but the rest of her concerns are in her ability. Obviously, he cares more about whether the witch can work for himself.

Lucia felt worried when she thought of her abilities.

She is not ignorant of the world of witches. Jin Suicheng has also seen no witches. Just six months ago, they began to evacuate the city 66. I heard that it seems to be going to the fjord to find a new home. She did not want to leave her parents, so she did not promise to travel with them. But after several exposures, Lucia knows at least that witches are used to dividing their abilities into combat and non-combat.

Reducing objects can be said to be useless, not to mention fighting, even the usual use will be difficult to control. Her father is a businessman, operating a papermaking workshop, the living room is often full of prepared straw paper . On the day she became a witch, she unknowingly showed her ability to transform the paper back into a lot of flying grass clippings and shreds. Afterwards, the parents blamed her for a pass, but did not hand her over to the church, but let her carefully hide herself, if necessary, put on the stone of God's punishment, disguised as a devout believer.

At first Lucia was curious about her ability, often secretly hiding in the bedroom to test and restore various items, but she soon showed that this ability is extremely difficult to control, also the grass paper, sometimes leaving grass clippings, and Sometimes it is black particles. If you continuously apply the same thing, it will only make it less and less. The final product is not powder or gravel. This means that the reducing power can't be used to redo the damaged items. She will only do what others have done hard. The finished product is completely destroyed.

Other witches also think that Lucia's ability is not very useful, the distance in the battle is too close, and it is not effective for the living body, let alone the well-trained knight, even ordinary farmers are hard to beat. The combat-type witch is not counted, and the non-combat class can't think of any use. It is almost the lowest grade.

For this reason she is still depressed for a long time.

But now... Lucia is more worried that if her Highness thinks she is of no use, will she drive her out of the castle?

With a restless mood, she blew a candle, holding a dry, satisfied sister, slowly closing her eyes and waiting for a new day. (To be continued.) 8