She Is Not a Witch

After Miss Heron wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her mood gradually stabilized.

"Sorry, I made you laugh." She suddenly felt a little embarrassed, and covered her cheek with her hand.

"No, it seems that I heard a very distant story, which makes people feel nostalgic and curious." Lorraine Hill shook his head.

In the era hundreds of years ago, at that time the "Warm Oak" faction had a great influence in the North, but such a scene did not last forever.

After Rowling Rilla's death, the witch faction lost its backbone. Coupled with the fighting among countries in the northern border, Warm Oak also divided into several factions. In this way, until the rise of the Green Kingdom.

With the expansion of the army of the Green Kingdom, the small countries in the northern border gradually fell, and then the remnants of the Everdark Island returned. They helped the Green Empire to sweep away the last obstacle in the northern border, and thus were accepted by the empire and became a part of the empire. member.

After that, there are stories and legends about the northern nobles headed by the Trey family who went south. These survivors of the Mercury Dynasty were good at necromancy and military strategy, and made many contributions to the expansion of the empire. It grew bigger and bigger, and finally the emperor of the empire simply named the Trey family as the guardians of the northern border, the Duke of Raven, and the fiefdoms of many survivors of the Everdark Isle were also concentrated in the northern border.

During this process, the survivors of Eternal Darkness Island naturally brought in the necromancers from the past, as well as some witches of the Necronomicon sequence.

For the descendants of the Mercury Dynasty, those who use the natural sequence are basically the elves, so it's hard to say what kind of favor they have, and these new northern nobles no longer need the witches of 'Warm Oak' to serve them, naturally , the 'Warm Oak' faction gradually declined, and no one has ever heard of it until now.

"Ms. Gray Crow is a powerful witch. Under her leadership, those black-feathered witches are ruthless and wise. The witches of our faction gradually became unwanted, and then became less and less." Miss Heron Reminiscing about the history Grandma Avna told her.

"That witch seemed to hate last night? Why is that?" Lorraine Hill recalled the scene at that time. Logically speaking, 'Warm Oak' shouldn't pose a threat to them.

"This... probably has some reason in history." Miss Heron looked at the table in front of her and stroked her hair.

"In the era when the survivors of Eternal Darkness Island had just landed and returned to the mainland, what do you think people in the northern border would think of them? Would they welcome them or reject them?"

"This... I guess I don't want to see it." Lorraine Hill remembered the historical records. After the disintegration of the Mercury Dynasty, many necromancer families were persecuted, and after the disintegration at that time, many famous families in the dynasty also disappeared. That chaotic era.

"Well, I really don't want to see it, so many conflicts broke out at the beginning, and the northern countries had the upper hand in the early days. It wasn't until the Green Empire accepted and united the survivors of the Everdark Isle that the situation gradually reversed."

"During this period, there have been many wars. The witches of 'Warm Oak' are naturally supporters of the local original forces, so they have also fought against those black-feathered witches many times, and the two sides forged hatred."

"I see." Lorraine Hill sighed.

"Sorry, it's not a wonderful story. In fact, I also heard a lot of things from Grandma Aifuna. There are many incomplete and vague places. Our faction has lost too much knowledge and mysteries." Heron The lady was a little embarrassed and talked to Lorraine Hill about the lack of content she was talking about.

"No, I actually learned a lot about the history that was covered up." The girl shook her head.

Afterwards, Lorraine Hill got up and said goodbye to Herron temporarily.

"I will leave tomorrow afternoon. If you have anything you want to know, you can come to me." Helen said goodbye to the girl.

"Afternoon, I see." The girl nodded, then slowly left with the doll in her arms and walked down the stairs.

After leaving the 'Atsugi Hotel', it was almost noon, which was also the warmest time of the day.

Many people on the street will open the door at this time to ventilate, and then sit at the door to bask in the sun, chat, or do some simple handicrafts.

Walking on the street, Lorraine Hill rarely felt the lively scene in the small town in the northern border. There were obviously a lot more pedestrians on the street, and the market was also full of all kinds of cries.

Thinking about bringing something to eat for Luna who would wake up later, Lorraine Hill didn't go back directly, but continued walking on the street to see if there were any snack or gourmet shops.

But Jackdaw Harbor is a remote place in the north after all. There are not many rich people here, and there are few snack shops and the like. The girl walked for a long time and couldn't find it.

Finally, Lorraine Hill's footsteps stopped before a grilled fish shop emitting green smoke and aroma.

Smelling the scent from the tip of her nose, which is mixed with pine wood and spices, with a slightly spicy taste, the girl feels a little hungry.

Let's fill ourselves up first.

Just like that, Lorraine Hill walked into this hot grilled fish shop.

Surprisingly, she saw several elves sitting and eating among a group of local people, and even Charlie was among them.

"Jialan is here too, do you want to come over and have some~" The elf girl waved to Lorraine Hill with a wooden skewer in her hand to grill the fish.

It seems that there is no escape.

Lorraine Hill blinked, so he walked over in small steps and sat down beside Xia Li.

This is a shed built in the open air, and many people are sitting here. There are charcoal fire shelves in front of the tables of several elves, and there are fragrant fish pieces on it.

"How are you, Miss Jialan~" The elves were also very happy to see Lorraine Hill, after all, this was the only human in the envoys, and he had attracted everyone's attention a long time ago.

"Hi everyone, I hope I didn't disturb you." Lorraine Hill said a little embarrassed.

"Ahaha, nothing. In fact, there will be more people, and we will be happier. We elves are not that rigid and withdrawn." One of the elf scholars pushed his glasses and replied with a smile.

Among these elves, there are scholars in robes, bards with feather caps, strong swordsmen, and outstanding students like Xia Li who accompany the group. It can be said that the coverage is very wide.

"Miss Jialan went shopping today, it's really rare. Is this doll newly bought?" An elf looked at the doll in the girl's arms curiously.

Silver hair, black blue and white delicate clothes, clean and soft appearance, this doll, even those who don't know how to do it, can see that it is well-crafted and valuable.

"No, I actually made this myself, but I didn't take it out before." The girl shook her head.

"Wow, that's great, Jialan." Xia Li looked at the silver-haired and black-dressed puppet, almost with stars in her eyes, and she could see that she was very interested.

"Can I hug her? I really want to try." Xia Li opened her arms as she said.

"Well, it depends on whether she agrees or not." Lorraine Hill looked at Xia Li, tapped her chin with her fingers, and replied thoughtfully.

Do you want to introduce Yi Xue to everyone at this time? If Yi Xue is there, the trip to the ice elves will go much smoother.

"No, I don't want to be hugged by anyone other than Jialan." As she spoke, the puppet in her arms suddenly came to life and spoke, surprising the people around her.

"This... Could it be a ghost leaning over." An elf scholar quickly realized and made a correct guess.

"Yes, she is also my good friend. This is the body I specially made for her." Lorraine Hill lifted Yixue up and made her stand on his lap.

When the girl introduced it, this puppet was also looking at the elves at the table with its eyes, as if looking for something, the crystal-studded eyes were moving and beautiful.

"That's it, everyone can call me Yixue." Lowering her eyes in a little disappointment, the puppet girl bowed politely.

"It's amazing, it's amazing...even more powerful than Grandpa Glensha's invention." Xia Li covered her face, speechless in surprise.

"It's a very powerful ghost. It can maintain such rationality and sobriety." Even though these elves couldn't see Yi Xue's strength clearly for the time being, they still vaguely sensed that this person was unusual.

"I'm curious how Miss Jialan met this friend. We elves all live in the forest, and many elves have never seen a dead spirit in their entire lives."

"This, it's going to be a very long story, let's talk about it next time." Lorraine Hill blinked, trying to be cute, as if Irene talked to her a few days ago.

"Ahaha, we were actually rude." The elves were not surprised, they expressed their understanding.

After that, Lorraine Hill sat here, eating grilled browned fish in the lively open-air shop.

The charcoal fire licks the fish skin and meat, making it slightly scorched, and the salt grains melt in it, and then emit a burst of fragrance.

After eating grilled fish and drinking the unique local warm milk wine, Lorraine Hill gradually became familiar with these elves.

"Do you know anything about the history of the northern border?" Lorraine Hill suddenly remembered to ask these elves in the Emerald Forest when he was about to eat.

"Have a general understanding, is Miss Jialan curious about this town?" An elf scholar turned his gaze.

"Because of the rule of the two kings in the past, all copies of the Imperial Library are included in the Emerald Forest, so it is not difficult for the elves to get in touch with the past history of the empire."

That's true, Lorraine Hill suddenly realized that in the past, the forest elves were actually half masters of the empire, and they knew a lot of things as a matter of course, and they had a long life span and had enough time to study and detail, so the historical records were excellent.

"I seemed to meet a witch from the North yesterday, and suddenly became curious about them."

"That's right, indeed, witches can only be seen in the northern border now." The elf scholar replied with general feeling.

"Does Miss Jialan want to know about the history of witches?"

"Yes and no, I just became interested in the school of witches in the northern border." She knew a lot about the Mercury Dynasty, but Lorraine Hill knew less about the history at the beginning of the third era.

"The school of witches in the northern region is naturally headed by Ms. Gray Crow, Her Highness Gajarad..."

"In the distant past, I seem to have heard of another school named after oak."

"Warm Oak, this name is hardly mentioned now, I didn't expect Miss Jialan to still hear it." After speaking, the scholar also put down the cup in his hand and began to speak slowly.

"This school was indeed popular in the northern border, but because of the early death of the witch, the subsequent development gradually separated and gradually declined."

"But if we really want to talk about the reason, I'm afraid it has something to do with the ideal of the Witch Highness. Such an idea was eventually rejected by both humans and elves, so it died silently."

"I'm afraid Ms. Jialan didn't know how unique the witch's idea was at that time. It was almost between humans and elves, and another model was created, based on forests and trees, to establish a forest in the forest." independent country."

"If an ordinary person thinks this way, others will only laugh at him for wishful thinking, but that witch has such power and can really realize this idea."

The scholar slowly told the other side of history, which was a crazy story completely different from Miss Heron's.

The Weeping Oak Witch, Lorraine Rilla.

She hates frost, hates wind and snow, and only likes warm scenes. Under her leadership, the forest is covered with long tree root tracks, and large beasts pull log-like carts and move fast on the tracks. .

These long wagons hewn from hard oak carried black coal through the villages and small towns of the forest, and then delivered the supplies.

The dark cinders and charcoal are ignited in the tree house, and the dark red fire is ignited, bringing bursts of warmth.

In almost every village and small town, there are black-clad witches holding long staffs. They are good at fire and tree spells. Under their command and guidance, tall oak tree houses are built in the forest, and then for Root track connectivity.

With the help of the tracks and the log carts in the forest, the 'Warm Oak' witch school influenced and controlled more and more places in the northern border, almost reaching every corner.

The originally cold and uninhabitable place, with the support of charcoal fire and the protection of the tree house, began to become inhabited. They dug mines, dug underground, and planted impenetrable oak forests, which were dark forests that could not even be illuminated by light. .

Under the protection of such a tree wall ring, the wind and snow are blocked, making it a little more pleasant.

As a result, gathering points began to be established one by one, and such newly-built villages and small towns naturally completely obeyed the 'Warm Oak' school, and gradually separated from the hands of the nobles.

The kingship began to be corroded. Except for the big cities and ports, the kings in the north were gradually lifted up by the witches.

The witches passed on their knowledge in such an oak ring, and gradually became the spiritual and practical leaders of the local people. They no longer knew the king and the world outside, but only the witches and witches in the forest.

In the dark and deep forest filled with snow and fog, these residents began to live another kind of closed and simple life. They didn't have to worry about or think about their plans and livelihood for a year, and the witches would direct everything.

The outside world is not beautiful, only the warm tree house is everything, and you don't need to go out to expose yourself to the cruel cold wind and snow.

Don't worry~www.readwn.com~every month those snow-covered gray boars will pull a long cart, bringing simple and endless black charcoal, and the witches manage everything wisely.

The woods are good, the oak is sacred, the witch is kind, and everyone lives a simple and happy life like this.

If only it could stay like this.

"A few years later, those kings and nobles couldn't bear this situation, and launched a war. On the surface, it was a war of various countries, but in fact it was a crusade against and re-takeover of the villages and towns below."

"In order to break the local residents' superstition on witches, those captured witches were tied to wooden frames by soldiers and burned to death as a warning."

"After Rowling Rilla's death, the conflict between the 'Warm Oak' school and the royal power became more and more serious. Several wars were fought, and finally, under the influence of external factors, they re-negotiated and sat together."

"Therefore, it is not without reason that this school of thought emerged and disappeared so quickly in history." After the scholar briefly explained, he picked up the warm milk wine beside him and took a sip of it soothingly. .