She Is Not a Witch

Soothing and distant music came from the stairs below.

In the early morning, Lorraine Hill changed into a dark blue and bright yellow dress, lightly held the handrail of the wooden stairs, and walked down, a quiet and soothing music slowly entered his ears.

The speed of the plucking of the strings is not fast, but the sound does not break, but relies on the aftertaste like water in the mountains, flowing quietly and gently surrounding.

Walking out of the exit of the stairs, Lorraine Hill looked at the lobby on the first floor of the hotel. Seven or eight tables were now sitting in twos and threes with several elves and humans. An elf poet was gently playing the lyre in his hand in the corner, and The faint singing voice, so soft, seems to come from a distant and nostalgic world, which makes people intoxicated.

The hall that was supposed to be noisy is now very quiet. Everyone is eating quietly and enjoying the rare music in the morning.

After making a gesture at the counter and asking for a piece of bread and hot milk, Lorraine Hill himself came to an unoccupied table with a plate.

She first put the puppet with her arm on the chair beside her, then picked up the bread and started to eat it slowly.

The dark brown bread is sprinkled with sparse and small amounts of sugar granules, and it feels a little hot to the touch. After tearing it apart, a hot white air can't wait to overflow from it, and it smells like a wheat fragrance.

I have to say that the hotel arranged by the envoys this time is really good. Even though Lorraine Hill has traveled to so many places in the mainland, in comparison, there are few comparable hotels.

Although the materials used are not luxurious or rare, they are carefully made and clean. It is a simple and high-quality hotel.

Put the bread in your mouth, wrap it with your tongue, and chew slowly, the starch gradually turns into a faint sweetness, and the brain that was a little drowsy in the morning slowly wakes up.

Not long after, the music gradually stopped, and there was a slight applause in the hall. Because it was still early, everyone was afraid of waking up others, so they didn't clap hard.

Then the elven bard bowed in thanks before joining us for breakfast. The previous performances may be part of his daily practice and habits.

Gradually, the hall became noisy and lively again, and at this time our Lorraine Hill also finished her breakfast.

Picking up Yi Xue, the delicate doll with silver hair and black dress, like a young lady who has not experienced much in the world, Lorraine Hill went out like this.

Luna just arrived last night, she was very tired on the way, and she probably won't wake up until the afternoon. In the morning, she will go to the 'Atsugi Hotel' to find Miss Heron, who is the witch she rescued last night.

Walking through the slightly windy streets and stepping on the stone slabs with stagnant water, the girl came to this hotel lightly.

Compared with the place where Lorraine Hill lived, it was obviously much noisier here. From time to time, mercenaries in bust armor and carrying broadswords could be seen coming in and out. Most of them were wearing rough coats, and some frayed threads could be seen at the corners.

Some of these people whistled when they saw Lorraine Hill, trying to tease this beautiful and weak girl.

The girl shook her head slightly, ignored these people, and went directly to the hotel counter to ask about Miss Heron's room.

"If you're looking for Witch Heron, she should have breakfast on the second floor. Come with me." Saying this, the boss wiped his hands with a towel, briefly explained to the clerk beside him, and walked out of the bar.

Although there are mixed people in this hotel, the order is still good, maybe because the boss is a retired strong soldier, even in winter, he still bares his arms, the old scars on his muscles like iron blocks are various, and there are knives There is also a remnant of some kind of sharp claw tearing the injury, and there is a very obvious mark from the cheek to the neck, which makes people sigh that his amazing vitality can survive such an injury.

Facing the noisy hall, the boss used a pair of thick and strong arms to open the way ahead. The palms were bigger than Lorraine Hill's two hands combined, pushing away the mercenaries who were drinking and bragging early in the morning like iron tongs. , and then came to the stairs.

After entering the stairs, the sound suddenly became quieter, but a smell of old millet accumulation also came from the tip of the nose, which was slightly dark and damp.

Following behind the boss, the girl felt that every time the boss stepped on, the wooden planks of the stairs would tremble, making her worry whether the fragile stairs could continue to support.

Fortunately, the second floor is not far away.

"Here we are." The boss moved away from his back, and Lorraine Hill saw the situation in the lobby on the second floor. There were also many guests having breakfast here, but they were obviously dressed more elegantly than those downstairs. She even saw a man wearing gold The little aristocrat with silk glasses flipped through the magazines that were recently printed in the upper class.

In this era of high printing costs, buying magazines can be said to be a luxury consumption.

Witch Heron is sitting at the table in the corner at this moment. She is wearing a black robe and looks like those ancient dark wizards. She is eating breakfast carelessly at the moment, and her attention has long been attracted by the newspaper in front of her. The milk is now cold too.

Lorraine Hill thanked the boss, then walked over holding the puppet Yixue.

Year of the Double Rose, October 9

"The host of griffins, united under the Queen's banner, is gathering for New Rose Castle"

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"Mysterious news in the Emerald Forest, the elves want a civil war? "

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"The Messenger of the Sanctuary Visits the East of the Empire, Will This Bring Changes"

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"New-style fresh-keeping cabinets are becoming popular among the nobles, if you want to eat the most delicious food"

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"The tragedy of Titania, the city of rime that still weeps"

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"Fifteen Counties and Provinces in the Northern Territory Begin to Migrate Residents..."

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"Changes in fashion, from red and emerald roses to red and white roses"

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"The Championship Knight Conference is expected to be held in the spring of next year, and the winner will be honored by Her Majesty Queen Evelyn"

Although it is a newspaper, it is not available every day. Newspapers in this era are only available in some cities, three issues per month, and the content is limited, but they are still very popular with nobles and rich people. After all, it is really important to have the latest information .

It is said that this was handled by a certain wizarding organization, which made a lot of profits for the organization.

When Lorraine Hill gently sat in front of Miss Heron, this person woke up from the news in the newspaper.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, my lord." She said, putting away the newspaper in a little embarrassment, and quickly finished the rest of the food.

Afterwards, he tidied up his clothes a little, and after hesitating for a second or two, he took off the black hood, revealing the dark chestnut hair underneath.

The dark chestnut hair looks softer, with a little spiral at the end, revealing a bit of girlish cuteness, making Lorraine Hill realize that the witch in front of her is actually only in her 20s, not very old.

Shaking his head to express his indifference, Lorraine Hill spoke.

"I didn't expect it to be chestnut hair. It's beautiful. The light was not good last night, so I thought it was black." Lorraine Hill didn't get down to business at the beginning, and eased the atmosphere a little.

Hearing the girl's praise, Heron was a little bit excited, but he held back to show it, but he still proudly introduced his background in the following words.

"My father has short chestnut-brown hair. He is from the western region. He worked as a mercenary and a small businessman in his early years before settling in the northern region."

"My mother's hair is indeed black. My grandfather's family runs a pharmacy, and my mother helped out in it when I was young. Once my father was injured, he came to the pharmacy to buy herbs and medicines, and then he met my mother."

"Because my grandfather didn't want my daughter to go far away, my father settled down in that small town and they got married."

"Then how did you become a witch? I heard that the inheritance of witches is not public today." Lorraine Hill held the doll and looked at Miss Heron curiously.

"Me, I have to start with an accident in my childhood..." Helen stroked his hair slowly with his hands, lost in memory.

"About 10 years old, lost his way in the forest because of playfulness, and walked to an uninhabited cemetery at that time."

"A very special cemetery, there are no roads around it, only tall oak trees, and it's very quiet, you can't even hear the birdsong..."

Even though many years have passed, Miss Heron still clearly remembers the scene that day.

Under the shade of the dark trees, the incomplete steles stood quietly, many of which were already covered with moss, and even the words on them were somewhat unclear.

The tombstone is in the shape of a ring, surrounding a dead oak tree in the center. The oak tree seems to have been broken by lightning, most of it is scorched black, only a small part of the branches still grow green leaves.

Helen, who was tired and hungry, couldn't get out of the forest. He was very scared at that time, squatting in the corner of the dilapidated cemetery, weeping in a low voice.

The sky is getting darker and darker, the surroundings are getting darker and darker, and her heart is getting more and more frightened.

She didn't know how long she had been crying, her voice was a little hoarse, and she buried her head in her knees.

Until the sound of slight footsteps came from the quiet darkness.

At that moment, she was terrified, thinking that some undead woke up at night, and heard from the old people that these undead would devour the flesh and blood of living people, and then make them like herself.

Heron wanted to run at the time, but it was a pity that everything was extremely dark, with no stars or moon, and even a distance of one meter in front of him, he couldn't see clearly at all, as if his eyes had never existed or opened.

She fell to the ground, a small hole was made in the palm of her hand by the stone, and she felt a burning pain, the mud stained her fingers and her head also hit an unknown stone tablet, the sky was dark.

Finally, like a match being struck, an orange lantern was lit at night, and two figures in black robes stood quietly in front of her.

"It's amazing, how did she come in, she has no strength at all." One of them spoke, and the female voice in the voice was clear and beautiful.

"Perhaps this is a coincidence of fate. Due to the influence of the shade circle, it only opens once every three years. This child is really lucky, or maybe it is unlucky." The voice of the other one is much older, with a little kindness .

"Do you want to accept her? Now that our inheritance is about to end, this may be His Highness's last revelation."

"The legacy of the witch, the inheritance of the witch, maybe it should be withdrawn...I had given up hope, but this child..."

The aged voice sighed with emotion, then slowly bent down and hugged Helen.

When those hands touched him, Helen felt as if he was being held up by old tree roots, and the skin on his wrists was very rough.

A faint halo emerged, and the pain on her body gradually disappeared, and she soon entered a peaceful dreamland.

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"Since then, I have followed Grandma Aifona to learn all kinds of knowledge necessary for witches, from the identification of herbs to the casting of spells, from the production of potions to familiarity with history and so on."

"Every afternoon, I would go to look for her under the oak tree house in the forest. Occasionally, Grandma Ai Funa would prepare some snacks for me. That was the happiest time when I was a child."

"The 'Warm Oak' school of witches is the follower and inheritance of the Oak Witch, but the Oak Witch passed away hundreds of years ago, so our school is slowly dying." Miss Heron finally introduced her own school. .

"Actually, a long, long time ago, I mean the chaotic era at the beginning of the Third Epoch after the Mercury Dynasty fell apart."

"At that time, there were several countries in the northern border, large and small. Because they had just left the Mercury Dynasty, some systems and traditions were still preserved, and many nobles still had witches serving them."

"The Necronomicon sequence was banned, and other sequences were vigorously developed again, and 'Oak Witch' Rowling Rila is an existence who is good at natural sequences."

"After the disintegration of the dynasty, the original policies on immigration and resettlement in the northern border no longer existed, and a large number of support materials were no longer available. The winter became more and more difficult. Many people died at night because of hunger and cold, or Was attacked by wild beasts such as demon wolves wandering in the mountains, disappeared and died."

"Countries big and small are too busy fighting to see what's going on below."

"At this time, Her Royal Highness Rowling Rilla appeared. As a witch born in the new era, she has experienced many sorrows, so she wants to change the situation in the northern border."

"The witch named after the oak, wherever she goes, the oak stands tall and grows like a giant, blocking the wind and snow, and then let people build tree houses in the oak as their home, with the help of thick tree walls to maintain warmth."

"In this way, many people survived because of her grace, and the reputation of the Oak Witch gradually spread in the northern border."

"In midsummer, people pick up oak seed reserves, and in winter, people sit around in warm tree houses and cook acorns to survive hunger."

"There are more and more people following Her Royal Highness Rowling Rilla, and the 'Warm Oak' witch school was also established at this time."

"This violet-haired witch often wears dark green and brown clothes, walks among the forests, and there will always be celebrations wherever she goes."

"People gathered in villages surrounded by oak trees, lit bonfires, and danced to their heart's content. At that time, there were few big cities in the north, and most of them were such villages, or small towns with tree houses."

"Then, how did the Oak Witch die? If she was a witch, it wouldn't be a problem even if she lived for thousands of years." Lorraine Hill continued to ask curiously.

"Because of the war, or because of too simple ideals, Her Royal Highness Rowling Rila, the 'Witch of the Oak Without Weeping', died at the age of 27."

"Even if 'Warm Oak' expanded to become the largest witch faction in the North~www.readwn.com~, it still can't change this regrettable fact."

"If Her Royal Highness Roland Rilla was given a little more time to grow up, the northern border would definitely not be what it is now."

"It will be a country of forests standing proudly in the cold wind, an ideal place to be isolated from frost, and a warm cradle of eternity."

"However, since His Royal Highness Lorraine is gone, everything will slowly dissipate." Speaking of this, Heron's voice was full of melancholy and sadness.

The death of a person, the death of a witch, also represents the dissipation of a certain possibility.

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Starting tomorrow, the normal update will resume. It is estimated that I will take two days off between the 2nd and 5th, because I have to go back to my hometown, and update every other time 00/

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