She Is Not a Witch

It was already late at night when we left Madam Sabrina's mansion.

After walking out of the mansion, pale gold morning glory lanterns lit up on both sides of the path from the courtyard to the gate, illuminating the road under the night.

"Thank you madam for your hospitality. It's getting late, and I should go back."

After walking down the steps, Jailan turned his head and saluted briefly to the lady standing in front of the mansion, and then, followed by several knights, walked into the flickering night.

Watching the son of the griffin slowly leave the courtyard, board the carriage, then turn the wheels, and leave in the quiet night, Sabrina turned back to the house after a long time.

The hall was still brightly lit, and several maids stood guard in the corner.

After returning to the hall, Sabrina sat on the sofa, raised her legs and held the wine glass, slowly sipping, her eyes fixed, thinking about the conversation she had just had with Jelan.

To be honest, as a member of the conservative faction, she doesn't trust the humans outside the forest, let alone the human nobles who are known for their treachery. But the current situation is not easy. According to the current intelligence, the open faction has a faint advantage in the five tests. If they fail this time, they will have to give up all the right to speak in the forest.

It's not just about diminished influence, it's about many other things. The gold-plated corolla she leads is famous in the empire for its luxury goods. If it becomes a marginal and unappreciated small faction in the future, the luxury brand under its name will lose its charm greatly.

People don't worship and admire things that are weak and weak. This is a very simple reason, which also means that once a conservative fails, her faction and corolla will continue to weaken.

‘Do I still have to look at that guy’s face in the future and pray for mercy? '

Thinking of Vestana who was not dealing with her, Sabrina felt annoyed and irritable, and simply drank the red wine in her hand.

"Pack up your things, then close the door, and no one will come tomorrow."

"Yes, my lord." Several elf maids tidied up the hall quietly and diligently.

Let's stop here today, Sabrina rubbed her temples, and felt that she had to visit some old friends tomorrow to discuss this matter.

Do you want to cooperate with the eldest son of the griffin?

What a hassle.

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After returning to his residence, Jailan took off his coat and was about to take a hot bath to relax when a sound of footsteps came from outside the corridor.

"I want to see Lord Jaylann." The man in black said this after being stopped by two knights guarding the door.

Not long after, a tired voice came from the room, "Forget it, let him in."

"Yes, Your Highness." Two white lion knights holding halberds stepped aside.

After entering the room, Morag saw Jelan with his back to him. At this moment, the other party was leaning on the seat, looking at the night outside the window. The night wind was blowing slowly, and the curtains were drawn from time to time. Objects on the table elongate their shadows.

"Your Highness, what's the result of today's discussion." The man in black suppressed the urgency in his heart, and asked in a calm tone as much as possible.

"Well, it's basically going well." Jailan closed his eyes and leaned back in the chair, answering casually.

"Phew, that's good. Is there any answer or promise from that woman?"

"Not yet. Conservatives are very wary of outsiders, but I can see that she is tempted. I think she will take the initiative to contact us in a few days."

"If you have nothing else to do, leave."

"Yes, I'm sorry to disturb Your Highness." After receiving a satisfactory answer, the black-robed man responded respectfully, and then slowly left the room.

"Is this guy really just an aide, huh..." After Morag had left for a long time, Jailan slowly opened his eyes, looked at the courtyard in the dark, and said casually.

‘Forget it, I will investigate him in detail later, I am tired today. ’ Jaylan thought to himself, then stood up.

"Is the hot water ready?"

"It's ready and ready to use at any time." The knight by the door bent over and replied.

"good."

Although he was born in an aristocratic family, Jailan is not the kind of person who is keen on socializing. For him, dealing with an old elf nobleman like Sabrina is really troublesome and he is not good at it. Today's negotiations can be described as Make him physically and mentally exhausted.

At the same time, another corner of the forest.

Blue calyx corolla, indigo dyed flower street.

A carriage was moving forward on the street at night, the sound of the wheels turning and rolling on the stone slab was very clear, and even the sound of small stones collapsing and rubbing could be heard.

Not long after, the carriage stopped in front of an apricot-yellow house.

The car door opened, and a man in a dark dress and a wide purple velvet hat got out of the car. There were a few tied irises in the hat, which was somewhat elegant, and it was the current fashion in the forest. style.

"It's here."

He took out a silver coin from his pocket, handed it to the coachman, walked up the steps slowly, and then knocked on the door. Soon after, someone opened the door and welcomed him in.

"You came back so late, where did you go?"

In the room, his wife with long pale gold braids helped him take off his coat, and then asked with a slight complaint.

"I had some drinks with my friends and celebrated." The man explained casually, and then sat on a chair, looking a little drunk.

"Huh, let's not talk about it, next week will be the festival, and you will be on stage as the priest at that time, so you should prepare in advance." The wife brought hot water, wiped his face briefly, and then went back Go to sleep.

Anyway, after he sobered up for a while, he would go back to sleep by himself, and he was used to it over the years.

Just like that, the man leaned back on the chair, closed his eyes for a nap, and snored lightly, until after a long time, the cool night breeze woke him up leisurely.

When I opened my eyes, I saw the empty wilderness in front of my eyes, the sound of insects came from my feet, the stars in the sky were extraordinarily bright, and there was a slight chill in the evening wind.

"This is where!?"

He screamed and was about to stand up, but only then did he realize that he was tied up.

The thick rope tightened as he struggled, not only did not loosen but became tighter.

‘Who dared to kidnap me, don’t you know who I am? ’ He felt annoyed for a while, ready to activate the extraordinary core in his body, and use special means to break free from the shackles of this thick rope.

But it's a pity that the strong core in the past is now dead silent, not only can't feel the slightest magic power, even the weak mana in the atmosphere can't feel it.

This is? His heart sank slowly.

What can cause this situation is that he has only heard in the past that some special potions can make a transcendent lose the perception and manipulation of magic power.

However, this kind of potion is expensive, and the lowest level is gold grade. Ordinary thieves or thieves who would use this kind of thing, and I am not a big shot.

"Who is it, come out!" He roared, but there was no response.

"Damn it, who is that treacherous guy? Do you know who I am? If I miss the festival next week, the entire Emerald Forest will be alarmed. It will not be a consequence you can bear!"

There was silence all around, and under his screaming, the insect chirping in the night was a bit quieter, as if he had been frightened for a while, but then recovered.

"Come out, you dare to tie me here, but you still don't speak?"

There was another burst of cursing and struggling, but still no response.

"Disgusting, disgusting, bedbugs, wild dogs, vile things!"

He searched for the curse words in his memory, but unfortunately, in Elvish language, such words and sentences are pitifully few, and most of them were passed down from humans.

Finally, after his hard struggle, the chair finally overturned, and he also rolled sideways into the grass, with his face pressed between the soil and grass roots, and a smell of earth came from between his teeth.

"Damn... bah!"

There was another muttering and cursing, but it was also slowly subsiding now, he was tired.

At first, he thought that someone was going to torture him and try to extract something from him. After all, as the ritual officer in charge of the five tests, and also a member of the Open Sect, he knew a lot of things.

But after a few hours like this, there was still no one responding. Slowly, his patience began to run out, and a wordless panic slowly surfaced in his heart.

As a person in a key position and an important member of the faction, he knows a lot of secrets, and now he has indeed made some shady deals.

However, he does these things in a very secretive manner. He has cultivated caution over the years, so that he only chooses familiar and trustworthy people to trade, and every time he will finish the transaction without leaving any traces. Can't find any flaws.

Who is it? Is someone suspicious of me? Hehe, he just kidnapped me. It seems that the other party has no actual evidence, otherwise he would have threatened me long ago.

Thinking of this, his uneasy heart slowly eased down.

As part of the presiding officer of the ceremony, if one of the main priests goes missing, it will cause quite a storm. It has been a long time since such an accident occurred in the Emerald Forest.

Thinking about it this way, the other party probably didn't dare to really do anything to me, so they had to use this method to intimidate and frighten me, ha ha.

The more he thought about it, the clearer it became. The man slowly relaxed, and he stopped struggling at all, letting exhaustion overwhelm his consciousness, and fell asleep lying on the ground like this.

And when he opened his eyes again, it was already dark, no, it wasn't dark, but he was blindfolded, and the surroundings were completely dark.

here it is? He wanted to move, but this time he seemed to be **** again, and he was tied to a cold stone pillar.

How did they do it? I didn't realize it at all, and the man felt uneasy again.

Unfortunately, no matter how much he yelled and struggled, there was still no response. The other party didn't seem to care, just to torture him on purpose. Only from the echoes around him, he roughly understood that he should be imprisoned in a basement or a small room on a stone wall.

Time passed slowly, and the weak stagnant water slowly gathered, and then dripped on the man's forehead, causing him to wake up with a start, waking up from his drowsiness, but unfortunately the surroundings were still dead silent, with no response.

His field of vision was pitch black, and he couldn't see anything, only the water droplets on the top of his head slowly gathered and dripped down, making it difficult for him to fall asleep.

Slowly passing every minute and every second in the darkness, gradually he felt more and more exhausted, and the drowsiness brought about severe drowsiness, blurred consciousness, and weak body.

However, he was still unable to sleep. The vertical binding and the dripping water droplets kept him awake like a devil, and the darkness around him that would never get a response slowly made him uneasy, irritable, panicked, and even Began to despair.

Everyone is good, can you give me an answer?

Originally, he wanted to speak but found that his voice was so hoarse that he could hardly even articulate the words. Hunger and thirst made him feel sore from his stomach constantly, and his limbs began to feel numb and weak.

But a day passed and still no response.

In this way, another day has passed, and this man has fallen into a state where the oil lamp has dried up. He opened his eyes with all his strength, just wanting to make sure if he is blind. Sound, there is still no sound, everything is still and can be photographed.

Boredom, restlessness, fear, despair, and endless weakness flooded him like a mountain. Even a three-year-old child at this time could make him kneel down and bow down easily, just begging the other party to let him go, even if he let himself die. The torment of being extremely exhausted but unable to sleep has swallowed his last ounce of will, and he no longer has any resistance.

However, no one responded to him.

On the third day, the man was as motionless as a corpse, and seemed to have lost any ability to think.

Today, though, there are finally other voices in the room.

Someone untied him from the stone pillars to which he was bound, and dragged him out, walking endlessly, and seemed to climb the stairs.

Throwing it on the ground like mud, his head was pulled up, and the cold ice cubes were directly stuffed into his mouth. The intense stimulation made him tremble, and then the black cloth in front of him was torn away, and the glare made him unable to open his eyes. It took a long time before he saw it. A vague figure appeared in front of him.

This place seemed to be a certain rooftop, the sun shone obliquely from the top of the rain-shielding umbrella, making his weak body feel warm, and he finally regained some strength to speak.

It's a pity that he is still weak and weak, he can't even maintain his body support, and falls to the side again. Fortunately, someone supported him at a critical moment, although he was fixed on the ground by means of restraint.

"Are you awake? Priest Rosazi?" A soft voice came from the front, and its voice was as rhythmic as a poet's song.

"Who are you?"

Rosezi tried to open his eyes wide, trying to distinguish this blurred figure, his eyes were already blurry due to lack.

The short blond hair, the white loose robe, and the shining red earrings under the side of the hair, these vague images came together, and an important name floated up in Roseitz's heart, which turned into a burst of fear.

"Master Eperion..." The voice was bitter and desperate.

"Ah, I didn't expect you to recognize me, Mr. Rosette."

This famous painter and sage is sitting under a large white umbrella at the moment, facing the pure white canvas, dabbing leisurely, occasionally chatting with the extremely weak priest at the side sentence.

"Actually, we met a long time ago. I think it was at a party thirty-three years ago. At that time, I painted a portrait of Miss Elanxisa. It was a celebration of her coming of age. I invited a blue calyx crown There are quite a few guests."

"At that time, I was sitting by the piano stage, wearing a gray shirt. In order to earn a gold coin, I had to draw a portrait of the eldest lady on the spot before the end of the banquet. Many guests were talking with great interest by the dance floor, wanting to see me How to complete this task."

"At that time, Mr. Rosetz had just graduated from the Emerald Cage, and he followed his elders to congratulate him. Because he was not familiar with the banquet environment, he quickly went to chat with his friends." Although it was a trivial matter many years ago, But this sage seems to remember very clearly, even a very inconspicuous little person in the meeting place.

"Is...is there still such a thing?" Rosetz had no memory of that time, and it was because of Eperion's words that he recalled some vague fragments.

"Yes, maybe it's because my memory is a little better. I can't forget many things after many years." The painter said with a sigh, which made people feel a little sad.

"Mr. Roseitz is thirsty, do you want to drink some water first?" The painter put down his brush for the time being, and turned to look at the man who was being carried.

"Need, need."

When thinking of water, the feeling of being paralyzed and forgotten immediately came to mind, and Rosezi's words were full of eagerness and longing.

"Huh, don't worry, Lord Rosetz, the water will be given to you. As a price, I just want to ask you a few simple things."

Eporion leaned on the white woven wooden chair and looked towards the courtyard not far away. There were many children playing in the green grass, and occasionally there was a burst of laughter.

"Yes, yes... You ask, I, I can say anything." At this time, Roseitz had no intention of resisting, and just wanted to fill her extremely thirsty throat.

An elf guard wearing a mask brought a glass of water, and the person who restrained Roseise behind him also lifted his head, and then the clear water was poured into his throat under the sun, and an unprecedented sweetness and satisfaction filled his tongue And throat, the feeling of happiness almost made Rosezi shed tears.

Finally, finally drink water.

"Ahem..." After pouring the water, the guard took the cup and walked away, while Rosezi coughed and shook the water stains off his face.

"Are you feeling better, Mr. Rosette?" Eperion's voice was still so soft, as if he was speaking to an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

"Cough, it's better, my lord." Rosette replied weakly, but at this time he recovered a little, and even the scenery in front of him was much clearer.

The blue sky, the short pale gold hair, the slender fingers holding the paintbrush, and the almost iconic ruby ​​earrings.

Eporion, the newly promoted sage of the elf family, a famous painter, artist, and the man that many elf girls dream of.

It is not an exaggeration to add these titles to this man. In the eyes of many people, he is a painter with a melancholy atmosphere, which makes people feel sorry for him.

But I don't want it to be him now, sitting in front of me.

As Rosezi thought about it, a shiver rose in her heart.

"First of all, how much information did you reveal to the conservatives?" the painter asked casually as he daubed the paint on the canvas.

"I, I didn't..." Roseitz just wanted to deny it, but quickly fell silent again.

It's this time, do you still hope to hide it from the past, a burst of bitterness lingers on the tip of your tongue.

Seeing him stop, Eperion didn't urge him, and continued to paint the canvas slowly. The wind blew slowly, rolling up the loose robe from time to time.

"I want to know if my lord can save my life if I say it." Roseitz asked with the last chance.

"Impossible, Mr. Rosette." Eperion had no intention of deceiving this man at all, and expressed his thoughts frankly.

"This..." Rosezi's heart sank quickly again, and she no longer had the thought of speaking.

The rooftop fell into silence again, and the artist was still focusing on painting the canvas in front of him, mixing the paints from time to time, and spreading them evenly one by one.

After being silent for a long time, Rosetz regained his strength, and then slowly raised his head, looking at the man in front of him and the canvas in front of him again.

The canvas shows three children happily running and chasing in the grass, one of the girls is holding a spinning windmill, the white skirt flutters among the blades of grass, and a mother stands in front of her with her arms open, as if It is because she is afraid that the girl will fall, and at the bottom of the corner of the picture, another woman covers her mouth and smiles, looking at the three innocent children playing in the painting.

Is this the man on the grass below the painting?

Listening to the laughter and laughter not far away, Rosezi turned her eyes, and soon saw those figures playing.

Here, this should be the clover garden in the corolla of the blue calyx. Some nursery schools will let parents bring their children to gather and play here every weekend.

He quickly remembered some small things his wife told him on weekdays, and his eyes turned rapidly, and finally found a familiar figure among the group of people.

Kadisha, my baby, Silera, my love... He murmured the familiar name, and then struggled with his knees on the ground, trying to move closer to see the figure playing in the grass.

Yes, it was them, they were there.

Grasping the railing beside the roof, Rousese wanted to shout loudly, but he couldn't make any sound. Only then did he realize that the roof had long been set up as a silent barrier, and only a small area under the umbrella could speak, and there was no sound. It cannot be passed on outside.

Slowly, he seemed to understand something, and wanted to crawl back to pray to the sage, but at this moment, the figure behind him had already pinned him to the ground, unable to get any closer to the painter.

Light green grass leaves and pure white skirts, red windmills and kind mothers, the bright colors seem to freeze time at this moment, and the bright sunshine adds a kind of midsummer to the characters on the canvas Unique distant and nostalgic.

"Actually, I am very envious of Mr. Roussette, who has a happy family, but I have lost these long ago, so I can only remember and remember them through painting." Eperion turned the pen tip in the painting wheel, and adjusted the final color .

"The happiness of possession is like transparent glass, which is always difficult to detect, but when it is turned a little, it will emit colorful colors in the sunlight."

He picked up the pen and began to paint the delicate and moving eyes of those children.

The colors in it are so vivid, like colorful and dreamy bubbles under the sun, which arouses people's reverie and nostalgia.

Looking at the last eye, the figure exactly like his daughter in the canvas, tears slowly flowed from the man's eyes, and his voice became more choked.

"I'm sorry, Katisa, woo-woo..."

"I am willing, I am willing to say the mistakes I have made, the shameful betrayal... I just hope that the sage will not hold my family, my child... woohoo." The tears were extremely warm, yet so salty, so bitter.

"I will, I promise to take care of your family, Mr. Rosetz, maybe you have forgotten that at the banquet that day, when you were chatting with your friends, you said that the painter is really good at painting, if I have a daughter in the future Get him to draw one too."

"Although Mr. Rosetz said it casually at the time, I always wrote it down. I'm sorry that I didn't finish this matter today." Eperion put down his brush, turned to Rosetz, and said slowly past.

"I..." Roseitz was speechless at this moment.

After that, the man slowly explained how he was picked up by an acquaintance, and after some bargaining, he accepted the benefits, and then sold the confidential information inside the Open Group to others. He explained exactly how to connect or convey information.

By the time I finished speaking, it was almost noon.

"I think, let's stop here today." Eporion stood up slowly~www.readwn.com~ You took down the painting, put it up, and gave it to Roseitz's wife, that is, Xilai Ms. La. "

"Now it's time for the tour to end."

"Yes, my lord." The two attendants took down the painting, carefully rolled it up, and then walked down the stairs.

Roseisz was on the roof, staring blankly at the grass in the distance, the mother accepted the scroll with a smile, and the child next to her was still jumping happily, circling around the mother.

Slowly, until the people in this courtyard slowly dispersed and left, becoming clean again.

Eporion walked past Roseise and patted him on the shoulder.

"Good night, Mr. Rosette, I wish you a good dream."

Then the footsteps slowly descended the steps, stepping into the unseen darkness.

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