She Is Not a Witch

"According to the usual rules, there should be a group of ships arriving at the port tonight, and there may be the ship you need to find, Miss."

After looking through the recent ship arrival records, the staff adjusted his glasses and spoke.

After the girl listened, she tilted her head, slightly puzzled, "Are you sure it's tonight?"

How did he know that there would definitely be a ship arriving tonight in this era when radio was not yet popular and the transmission distance was limited.

"Not surprisingly, I have worked here for more than three years, and I still know it very well." Seeing Lorraine Hill talking to himself, Ai Lusen seemed to be ready to explain.

"The arrival time of ships from other surrounding areas is not fixed, but if they come from the south, they will basically arrive in a three-day batch, which has something to do with the situation at sea." He took out a piece of paper and simply drew the port and the coastline, then circled at the southeast corner.

"There is a group of ferocious sawtooth fish living in this sea area. Well, their fast swimming poses a great threat to ships." Allison described those sea fish with sharp serrations, many of which were Became a low-level monster.

"But fortunately, if there is enough food, they will not attack passing ships."

"So, if you want to pass through this sea area, the ships from the south will generally gather at Yedeng Port. When the number of people is almost the same, they will pay some money together and hire a ship at the port that specializes in hauling miscellaneous fish and meat to open the way ahead. "

"After arriving in this sea area, keep throwing the offal prepared on that ship, and the sawfish will surround and eat underwater, and will not attack the ships behind, so that they can pass through this sea area safely."

"So, in order to wait and gather together for the sea ships going north, they often work in groups of three days, which has almost become a customary habit."

"I see." Hearing this, Lorraine Hill understood the reason.

"So what time is it at night?"

"What time? It's uncertain. If it's early, it's 7 o'clock in the evening. If you encounter some minor circumstances, you may not be able to arrive at the port until 1-2 o'clock in the middle of the night. Things at sea are uncertain."

Hearing this, the girl understood roughly. She nodded slightly, thanking the staff member for his answer. She hesitated for a moment before leaving, then took out a silver coin from her pocket and put it on the table.

"Thank you for your answer, I think I will ask you some questions later."

Seeing the silver coin on the table, the staff member was not in a hurry to accept it, but restrained himself from answering, "This is what I should do, miss."

After the girl turned and left, he picked up the silver coin, examined it carefully, and put it back in his pocket.

Is one silver coin a lot? It’s not too much. His monthly salary is about 16 silver coins.

Jackdaw Port is located in the remote and cold northern region, and the residents in the surrounding areas are relatively poor. The business here can only be maintained, and the profits are not large, and it is difficult for them, the port staff, to make any money.

The only consolation is that the daily work is not too busy, and there are not many interests, and naturally there are fewer conflicts. There are not even gangs on the pier of this port.

You must know that some ports with well-developed commerce and trade are always full of strife secretly out of various needs, or simply want to get a share of the lucrative business, and many chambers of commerce have to spend some money on those ports. small gang organization.

These people may not be able to accomplish anything, but they are still very good at destroying. When moving goods casually, bumping, losing, stealing, replacing, etc., the people of the chamber of commerce will have a headache.

After all, not every chamber of commerce has such a large chamber of commerce as Carites and Heris, with extremely sufficient manpower, branches and warehouses all over the place. In many cases, in order to save costs, they can only compromise with the three teachings and nine streams on the dock.

After packing up the silver coins, the employee returned to a leisurely state. There was no one in the morning, and the windows and positions of colleagues were far apart. Everyone was used to fishing during this time period. Some of them would look at the latest popular ones, and some I copied some books to earn some extra money.

It's just that Ai Lusen didn't do what his colleagues did. The hands he saw just now appeared in his mind, and he kept thinking about them carefully, and the pen in his hand quickly sketched on the paper, as if he wanted to draw the The picture seen is reproduced.

It's a pity that even if it is roughly drawn, it always lacks a little charm.

In the end, as time passed, the picture in his mind began to distort and distort, and it was a little blurry and hard to determine. At this time, he had to stop writing and sighed.

"It would be nice to have another look."

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After walking out of the port office, the girl continued to walk around the streets of this small town, looked at the local customs, and then ate at the restaurant before returning to the hotel to rest in the afternoon.

She is going to sleep early and go to the port at night.

Just like that, she hugged the pillow and fell asleep on the side of the bed again. This time, Xia Li was not there, and the room was quiet, only the fire in the fireplace was burning slightly, making some slight noises.

At night, Lorraine Hill, who had rested, went out directly after dinner.

It was about 7 o'clock at this time, and the sky was completely dark.

Compared with the coldness of the day, the streets at night are much warmer. The orange lights of the windows on the street, the voices of people and the smell of cooking from time to time bring a lot of smoke and fire.

Lorraine Hill walked in the night wind, pulled up his hat, and walked lightly towards the pier.

However, when passing by a side alley, she stopped in her footsteps.

In the eyes of others, this is a dull and dark alley, and it seems that the inside is also a dead end, used to pile up sundries.

Now, a faint black mist shrouded this place, and its sense of existence has declined again. I am afraid that someone passing by will not see that there is an alley beside this street.

However, as a witch, or a high-level transcendent, Lorraine Hill still heard the conversation in the fog.

"Good evening, strange Miss Quail." The voice was slightly enchanting and lazy, and seemed to harbor malicious intentions.

"Good evening, senior." A voice that Lorraine Hill felt slightly familiar came from the mist, and the voice seemed a little nervous and worried.

"No, no, no, I'm not your senior." The voice contained rejection and slight mockery.

"I don't know if your elders have taught you that it is a great offense to pass on knowledge casually in other people's areas." Now, there is a hint of coldness in the enchanting voice, which makes people shiver.

"I... I've heard of it a little bit." The answering voice was a little trembling.

"Very well, then I don't need to bother to explain. You can leave here tonight, and you are not allowed to tell anyone else."

"Can you give me a few days?" The one who answered was younger, a little afraid of the other party, but couldn't bear to give up.

"Oh, grace? It's a great respect for me to let you live, Miss Witch." There was a sarcasm in the voice of anger.

witch? Hearing this word, Lorraine Hill suddenly remembered the voice he heard during the day, and it happened to be right now.

The young, answering voice should be the lady witch I met in front of the cafe during the day, and her name seems to be Helen.

Isn't she popular with many locals? Why did she appear here? Thinking of this, Lorraine Hill finally decided to observe the situation carefully.

For this reason, her figure gradually blurred and became transparent, and then, temporarily transformed into a ghost form, she floated up lightly, her blue eyes pierced through the cover of the black mist, and looked at the real scene in it.

Two witches, dressed in different styles, are confronting each other in an alley.

The one on the inside was wearing a blue-black witch robe, his face was covered by a wide witch hat, and he couldn't see clearly, and there was a black feather shawl around his shoulders.

And near the entrance of the alley, there is the Heron Witch who has heard voices during the day. She doesn't seem to be very old. Wrapped in thick black velvet stockings, it has a trendy look.

At this moment, the voice of the black-feathered witch was cold, and she slowly raised one hand from her side, holding a small black magic wand in it, like a musician's baton.

The wand swung down with the movement of the wrist, fixed in the air, and the tip of the wand pointed directly at Miss Heron who was standing there.

"Or, I should teach you well for your elders. There are some things that cannot be easily surpassed."

As the voice fell, a chilly aura emerged in the alley, and five distorted blue light spots emerged and circled beside her. They were evil spirits enslaved by the Necromancer Sequence, which could tear the enemy's soul and destroy consciousness. exist.

"Yes...I'm sorry, I was wrong, I'm very sorry." Miss Heron was frightened by the sudden appearance of the evil spirit, and she lowered her head in a flustered reply.

"Unfortunately, it's too late, hmph." Seeing the young witch bowing her head in front of her, the one inside was very happy, but she still didn't stop.

The black magic wand swung down, and the evil spirits let out a silent cry, and then flew out, their trajectories erratically rushing towards Heron who was standing at the entrance of the alley.

"Damn it."

At this time, Helen didn't take any chances anymore. She kicked her feet and jumped back quickly to avoid the sudden attack of the evil spirit. Afterwards, the lady witch put her hand into her waist, and a small brass lantern was covered by it. Pull it down and hold it in the palm of your hand.

Like a bell, the old brass lantern burst into orange halo ripples, spreading around her side, stopping the vibrations of the evil spirits attacking her side, and then began to emit transparent flames.

These raiding evil spirits roared and burned, and their figures gradually faded.

"Oh, it's the inheritance of 'Warm Oak'." Seeing the trick Helen showed, the elderly witch seemed to be very familiar with it, and thought of some things in the past.

"I didn't expect that there are still people in your lineage. I thought I had left the northern border a long time ago."

"Then I can't tolerate you now, descendant of the Oak Witch!" The tone of the voice became more and more serious as I got to the last few words, so that there was a kind of contempt and disgust of gnashing teeth.

Holding a magic wand, the witch quickly sketched in the air, and the blue characters and patterns quickly took shape. The huge magic power began to gather, and the blue light spots emerged and swam in the air, continuously flowing towards her side, and gradually turned into The rudiments of magic.

The turbulent air current lifted the robe and black feather shawl from time to time, and Lorraine Hill finally saw the face under the witch's hat at this moment.

At this moment, the originally black pupils had a faint blue brilliance, and one by one changing runes were formed in them. The faint blue color seemed to be able to leave the pupils and float and move in the air.

\'Eye of the Devourer·Strangle! \'

Several faint blue tattooed charms bloomed in the air, and then shrank suddenly, absorbing all the surrounding magic power, and shot out like a streamer, passing through the agile trajectory, piercing Helun Witch at the entrance of the alley.

Facing the enemy's spellcasting, the Heron witch also hurriedly prepared, untied a string of wooden cards hanging from her waist, threw them out like playing cards, and suspended them in the air.

These palm-sized wooden signs have long been engraved with lines and enchanted, and now quickly form a brown-yellow barrier in the air, in which the magic power flows, continuously strengthened and strengthened, like a yellow crystal wall.

It's a pity that these seemingly solid barriers were directly pierced and pierced by the swimming blue streamer, and Lorraine Hill could even hear the faint sound of breaking.

The faint blue streamer that penetrated the barrier, some passed by Heron, some crossed the epidermis, leaving slender blood streaks and wounds, and some directly penetrated it, leaving several blood spots. Hole.

Immediately, the tremendous pain overwhelmed Heron's nerve perception, causing her to lose strength, and she knelt on the ground. The brass lantern she was holding in her hand rolled to the side, making a few metallic tremors and reverberations, and then gradually Return to calm.

"Are you so weak? I thought you had some hidden means when you were so blunt before." The witch in black and blue robe showed a contemptuous smile, and then walked forward slowly.

"The Oak Witch has been dead for hundreds of years. You descendants don't hide and leave the northern border, but you still walk on the street swaggeringly. Is it understandable that you look down on us witches who follow Lady Gray Crow. "

Ms. Gray Crow, the Prophet of the Bright Eyes, is the honorific title for the Witch of the Bright Eyed Crow, Gjarad, and witches of their line are often identified with the crow's black feather shawl, and have a great influence in the northern border. right to speak.

Thinking back to the information she had inquired in the past, Lorraine Hill began to search for information about the Oak Witch again, but there was something blank about this one. She didn't even know that there was such a witch in the past.

Logically speaking, even if there is disharmony among the witches, there shouldn't be such a huge conflict.

Even Tides and Si Ye were able to maintain a superficial peace now, sitting down to drink tea and chat together.

However, if she didn't come out at this time, Miss Heron might die here.

The black-feathered priestess below waved her magic wand again~www.readwn.com~ The quenched blue magic power began to gather on it, and gradually condensed into a cold ice crystal thorn sword, and her steps were getting closer and closer to Heron who was kneeling on the ground.

"Can I stop for a moment?"

When the ice crystal thorn sword was stabbing at Helen, a long sword that was as blue as smoke appeared in the void and held it, and then a mysterious girl appeared in the night.

Her black hair swayed in the night wind, and the bright blue in her pupils was clear and pure. As the voice fell, the surrounding black mist dissipated, and the cold starlight shone into this hidden alley.

Even if she didn't make any unnecessary movements, the black-feathered witch didn't dare to move, because one after another faint blue butterflies fluttered up from the long sword, surrounding her.

So beautiful, yet so deadly, it made the depths of the soul feel a chilling sting.

It was a butterfly capable of obliterating souls, the unique skill inherited by Trinasha, the former Great Sorceress of Necromancy Sequence, the Butterfly of Time.

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