She Is Not a Witch

"It's not a witch (!

Crancia, Nieder County.

After making a good list of the plans that Crancia will initially implement in the next five years, Lorrain Hill also ushered in a short break.

During this time, the mine in Niedershire also began a large-scale search for ground-piercing worms in the ground, preparing to wipe out these special beasts and eliminate the troubles forever.

Where Lorrain Hill lives.

This is outside the iron felt city, a courtyard near the mountainside.

The wooden houses are built on the hillside and are a little quiet in the shelter of the woods. The birds pass through the woods, chirping cheerfully in the shade, occasionally falling branches, and looking curiously at the house below.

The breeze in the forest blows in from the gap of the window fence, bringing the unique coolness of the forest. A silver-haired girl sat up from the bed. She was wearing white pajamas, leaning against the head of the bed, covering her mouth with her hands, and yawning silently.

Lorrain Hill looked at the woods in the morning light outside the window, shook his head, which was still a little groggy, leaned against the head of the bed, and closed his eyes slightly for a nap.

Yesterday she looked at the past information, unconsciously it was very late, so that the time to fall asleep also became late.

Fortunately, I haven't lived in the city recently. It would be terrible if I let those fanatical admirers know that the sage would also sleep in.

Although everyone knows that His Royal Highness the sage is also a human being, unknowingly, people will always deify some people who are too admired, thinking that they are omnipotent, no matter which side they are the best.

But in fact, as long as it is a human, there will always be some minor shortcomings, and there will be times of sleepiness and nap.

Because of this, Lorrain Hill did not live in the city all the time, but moved to this small courtyard outside the city. Because this will be a lot quieter, when being a tired great sage, she can occasionally be herself, a girl who likes to bask in the sun and occasionally take a nap.

People always need a quiet and relaxing moment, so as to regulate the emotions, fatigue, and the like accumulated in the weekdays. In this way, we can maintain a good state for a long time.

The girl sitting on the head of the bed, weaving reasons for her occasional laziness in her mind, she sleeps for a while with peace of mind.

It's a pity that a certain rabbit-eared girl didn't know Master Sage's careful thoughts at this moment. She pushed open the door of Lorrain Hill's bedroom where she was resting, and saw that the girl had half-rised, leaning against the bed.

Seeing the drowsy look of the sage girl, Mila showed a slight smile on her face, then brought in a tray of things and placed it on the bedside of Lorrain Hill.

"Good morning, Your Majesty Sage." She went to the bedside, pulled the quilt on the girl's body, and then woke the silver-haired girl with a soothing voice.

Lorrain Hill rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, looked at the girl shaking her rabbit ears, and said.

"Good morning, Mira, ahh~" She covered her mouth again and yawned.

"This is today's breakfast." Mira helped Lorrain Hill well, then brought the plate to the girl and showed her.

"This is what you taught us to do before, remember?"

Lorrain Hill looked at the square and round thing in front of him, and blurted out two words.

"steamed bread."

Mira shook her ears in confusion, because these two words were not the lingua franca of the moment, and she couldn't understand them.

"It's nothing, I just lament that its shape is like something in memory."

Lorrain Hill stretched out his hand and gently touched these still hot little guys.

White, soft, with a smooth skin on the surface. That's right, this is Bai Mantou.

"Try one, Master Sage." Milla promoted the breakfast she had just made this morning.

"Ok."

Lorrain Hill picked up one of them, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and a gust of hot gas filled his mouth, and then there was a slight sweetness.

It was indeed a steamed bun, even though it had been many years apart, she could still remember the texture and taste. A long time ago, she also talked about some food practices in the spare time of teaching in the forest. She didn't expect that the things she mentioned casually over the years were actually recorded in detail by the girl with rabbit ears, and the experiment was successful.

After the promotion of Lorrain Hill, nowadays, there are a lot of wheat planting areas in Croatia, most of which are produced, but most of them are still made into bread.

Because bread is easy to store.

If you don’t eat the baked bread, let it dry slightly and it will become firm. So much so that in her memory, people often ridicule that bread from a certain country can be used as a weapon.

Steaming steamed buns is a different idea, which requires special cooking tools.

After eating the steamed buns, the sleepiness gradually subsided, and Lorrainhill slowly woke up.

At this time, Mira also took the plate back and said, leaning over. "Then I will go out first, sage sir, please continue to rest."

Then she stood up, exited Lorrain Hill's room, and closed the door again.

This rabbit was uneasy and kind. You obviously woke me up, Lorrain Hill thought in his mind, but slowly got up from the bed.

After changing the clothes she wore on weekdays, she sat at the desk again, took out a large piece of paper, and laid it on the table.

Stroking the slightly yellowed and slightly bumpy surface of the paper, she picked up the pen and drew a large and clear drawing on the paper.

The sails are like fish fins, layered on top of each other, and are divided into two sides of the olive-shaped hull. Below is a pod like a ship, with the tail upright, like a fish's tail.

The overall shape is full of fantasies and medieval times, just like the whimsical ideas written by Leonardo da Vinci, a romantic airship leaps on paper.

The humans in the twilight age discovered the magical effect of the anti-gravity array. Based on this, they built a new kingdom in the sky.

Cities are like islands, floating in the sky, and these airships made of wood pulp and sails are like swimming fish, traveling through the clouds, going from city to city.

The world on the cloud, the country that never rains, the environment where sunny and starry night alternate.

In the early twilight era, everything was full of romantic feelings, and the earth at that time was like a new world that had not been cultivated. People are flying primitive aircraft made of wooden planks and sails, flying through the sky, diving through the clouds, and exploring the primitive and wild land.

Human beings who are separated from the earth live like birds. Their childhood is no longer a fixed landscape and land, but the city among the white clouds, the blue sky, and the vast land overlooked from the sky.

The spirit of freedom and adventure prevailed in that era.

Human beings born in this new era do not completely copy the past development trajectory, but learn from the knowledge in the record, and rebuild the shape of civilization with their own preferences and ideas.

There is no country-to-country division in the world~www.readwn.com~ or a city is a country, and there is no special ethnicity, there are only floating cities with different styles, they are cruising in the sky, chasing their own. Like, go to the hot equator, the cold poles, the latitude of eternal night, and the region of eternal day.

When you go to live in another city, you will gradually be assimilated by it and become a part of its unique culture. Some of them are gentle, some are firm, and some are indifferent, telling different customs and dressing cultures.

Every city is different. Some are heavy rock styles, some are light and green foliage, some are hard steel, and so on.

Without a network that connects everything, cities in the world are like colorful candies, scattered and distributed, exuding their own unique flavors.

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