She Is Not a Witch

After lunch, Lorraine Hill returned to her residence. She was the only one in the room. Xia Li was still shopping outside, and she probably wouldn't be back until evening.

Feeling that he had heard too much information about the past that day, Lorraine Hill was also a little tired, rubbing his forehead slightly, and prepared to lean on the bedside for a nap.

She sat on the edge of the bed and took off her gray boots. A relaxed and breathable comfort came from the soles of her feet. The white socks wrapped her feet. After a little thought, Lorraine Hill carefully took off the socks , retracted into the storage space.

Will there be a smell if it is placed randomly? The girl suddenly thought of this question. When she was in college, she was most afraid of her roommate throwing socks everywhere. The smell is really disgusting and nostalgic.

Shaking her head, Lorraine Hill didn't want to think about too complicated things. She had heard too many long-term things today, and too much information made her a little tired.

It was still afternoon, and Lorraine Hill walked a few steps in the room wearing slippers, closed the door, heated up the milk, sat by the orange-red fire, sipped small mouthfuls, feeling the warmth of the warm liquid in his body. Come the warm comfort.

In this way, she looked at the burning fire, her eyelids began to be half-closed, and finally she stood up slowly, lay down on the bed, leaned against the quilt and pillows and fell asleep.

In this way, the fire in the room burned quietly, and then gradually dimmed, and the winter snow town outside the window gradually returned to tranquility.

When the wall clock in the room passed the three o'clock scale, the girl woke up slowly,

Huh, I feel a lot more energetic.

Lorraine Hill sat up from the bed, and only at this time did he wake up the puppet that was placed aside again in his arms.

"Is Yixue there?" The girl looked at the quiet doll.

"Yes." The puppet opened its clear pupils made of crystal, and looked at Lorraine Hill in front of him.

"Yixue should have heard about everything that happened during the day."

"Um."

"It feels a little complicated. I didn't expect there to be such a big difference between witches." Lorraine Hill and Yi Xue talked about their feelings.

Although she is also a witch, this girl seems to have never adapted to this identity, perhaps because she has past memories, and cannot fully define herself as a witch beyond ordinary people.

"The relationship between witch factions is actually the continuation of the relationship between witches." Yi Xue raised her arms slightly, and simply said her thoughts.

"In my time, the Mercury Dynasty was a huge aggregate. It was said to be a dynasty, but in fact there were many relatively independent groups within it, which also prevented us from eradicating it in one fell swoop."

Yi Xue talked about her past experience in fighting against the Mercury Dynasty.

"Like a hydra, it's hard to kill it all at once, but the necromancers support their battles, and quickly absorb the remaining teams of other friendly forces, and then regroup."

"So I'm not surprised to hear you tell me after waking up that the Mercury Dynasty perished due to self-disintegration."

"In fact, the Mercury Dynasty did not explore a stable ruling framework to reconcile various internal problems and rule a huge country and people. It's just that in the past, many problems were suppressed because of wars."

"It seems normal to me that witches, or witches can't reach a consensus. Even among the three races of elves, there was a competition between light and dark in the first era." When Yi Xue was speaking, she lightly Leaping up in a spirit, she then sat on the desk in the room, her legs swaying slightly under the skirt, and occasionally the exposed spherical joints could be seen.

"I don't really recommend Lorraine to go deep into the disputes among witches, it will be very tiring, and you are too soft-tempered, and you will probably take a lot of things on yourself." Yixue's wide sleeves covered her fingers Hold it, put it on both sides of your body, turn your face slightly sideways, and look out of the window on the side.

Seeing this friend suggest himself so, Lorraine Hill was slightly taken aback, and then smiled.

"Is Yixue worried about me?"

"No, I just feel that you are very busy now, and you haven't talked to me for a long time."

"Well, it's my fault, I left Yi Xue in the cold." As he spoke, Lorraine Hill picked up the doll in front of him, and hugged it again, feeling the slightly cold body, and gently stroked the puppet with his fingers Doll silver hair.

Indeed, I have been involved in too many things now, the preparations before the chaos and disaster, the inheritance of the God Winged Sun, the legacy of the Deep Sea Union, many things in the empire, and the internal unity of the Emerald Forest, there are already too many Pressed on my heart, I guess I have become busy and indifferent at ordinary times, making many people around me feel left out.

It is no longer appropriate to understand everything in depth.

For this reason, Lorraine Hill sighed slightly.

Although I am a little curious about the past of the oak witch, I really don't have any extra energy now.

Well, it will be like when playing a game, the main line is already very urgent, and there is no time to deal with the side lines.

It took several seconds for Yi Xue to break free from Lorraine Hill's arms. Unfortunately, the puppet's body couldn't reflect whether the ghost was shy or embarrassed, and Yi Xue became the same as usual, with a cold look .

It was obviously not like this at the beginning. When Lorraine Hill first met Yixue, she was still very gentle and would talk a lot about her thoughts. Now she feels closer to certain princesses, a little proud and unable to let go Save face.

After another small conversation with Yi Xue, Lorraine Hill re-ignited the fire in the fireplace and it started to burn.

Still not hungry, Lorraine Hill sat by the warm fire, took out a book that was usually used to write a diary, thought about it for a while, and then slowly wrote down some things he saw and heard today.

She usually encounters many things, but not everything can be dealt with in time. Occasionally, she is afraid that she will forget, so she will write down some things~www.readwn.com~ Thin black ink flows out of the slender and hard pen tip, and then Write down clear handwriting on the pale yellow paper, and a faint scent of ink also overflows.

The long skirt was a little hot from the fire, and the tabletop under the wrist was also a little warm. An exquisite doll sat quietly on the wooden chair opposite the table, and a light snow fell outside the window.

The fire was burning slowly, and the crimson light was reflected on Lorraine Hill's side face. She recorded what she had seen and heard recently in a serious and quiet manner, and a kind of lightness flowed in her heart.

It's like slowly unloading many things on my back and putting them in books and diaries, so that I can travel lightly and no longer feel anxious all the time.

Slowly, a page was turned over, and Lorraine Hill sketched the image of Miss Heron she saw on the light yellow page. It was a slightly cartoonish appearance, wearing a black robe, leading a horse through the street .

Although she can't know everything, every moment in the past, she will keep this feeling and curiosity, waiting for the future to slowly recollect, or embark on a journey again to explore some truths in history.