She Is Not a Witch

As the small city in the southern border gradually recovered, various undercurrents in the empire also slowly flowed.

East Territory, Hongshan Province.

The dark trees are undulating among the mountains, and the soil below is different from other regions. It is a rare crimson red color, which is why it is named Hongshan Province.

In a castle in the mountains, it is now brightly lit, and the mountain road and the castle are full of all kinds of carriages. Today is Earl Anqin's birthday, he invited many friends, and some wealthy businessmen and nobles from around also came to celebrate.

During the banquet, cups of toasts were staggered, and the transparent glasses rippling with different colors under the light. The crisp sound of clinking glasses is so sweet, everything is so comfortable and warm inside this bright castle, there is no sign of winter at all.

The rich and powerful Earl Anqin arranged multiple wind-proof and heat-insulating magic circles for the castle. In the inner hall, you can also see many small charcoal stoves burning quietly, adding heat to the place.

Another dance song was over, and the men and women in the hall had a break. Everyone will raise their glasses together to thank the Earl for his hospitality.

Afterwards, the crowd continued talking and having fun until late at night.

The carriages with lanterns started to leave one by one. The loyal servants escorted the master, boarded the carriage, bid farewell to the castle, and drove slowly down the mountain.

"I'm very sorry, my master is already drunk, so let me say goodbye to you."

At the gate of the castle, the butler pressed his chest with one hand, bowed to apologize, and then let the servants help the master beside him to board the carriage.

Not long after, the carriage also gradually stepped into the cold night, the surroundings were completely dark, and even the slight chirping of insects could be heard in the grass.

The dim yellow lantern roughly reflected the road ahead, and the coachman drove his horse forward slowly on the spacious mountain road. The road here is very good, so there is no need to worry too much.

The butler checked the situation of the owner of the house, Earl Gekouan, and was relieved when he saw that he was just drunk and passed out.

Away from the bustling and noisy castles, the road in the mountains is exceptionally clean, and you can even hear the creaking sound of wheels rolling over small stones.

The rather tired butler also leaned against the sofa, closing his eyes and resting his mind. Anyway, there were two servants in the carriage, so he didn't need to pay attention to it all the time. Besides, there would be nothing wrong with it. He had already walked this road many times with adults.

In a daze, the carriage swayed gently, like a soothing lullaby, making people gradually forget the time.

There was another wheel jump, and the carriage shook. At this time, the butler opened his eyes again, and briefly scanned his surroundings, preparing to continue to close his eyes and rest his mind.

wrong!

He suddenly opened his eyes, only to find that Earl Gekouan, who was resting on the sofa, had disappeared.

"Stop! Stop!" The butler yelled, and then slapped the two servants who were also dozing off, looking anxiously and shocked inside and outside the carriage.

The man he served was gone.

In the dark and cold mountain forest, Earl Gekouan, who had been resting in the carriage, woke up slowly. This middle-aged man, who was a bit fat, had a slightly bulging beer belly, and was wearing a white-backed red-lined noble dress. In the damp and cold red soil mountain forest.

Because the surroundings were a little cold, the nobleman who had fallen asleep due to drunkenness woke up leisurely, scratched the surroundings randomly, and prepared to cover something, but the surroundings were hard gravel, rough branches and soil.

Surprised, this one suddenly woke up.

"Where am I?" As for the steward and the servant, many questions arose in his heart, and then he climbed up slowly and cautiously.

Although it looks a bit potbellied now, this former army commander was dismissed by the new emperor because of standing in the team.

Fortunately, he was born as an earl, with a noble status and deep connections, which saved him from the brutal cleansing of the coup.

But even so, there is no need to think about joining the military in the future, and he can only stay in the countryside of the eastern border, having fun with a group of nobles around him.

Fortunately, the earl's status is still very high. In the east, except for Grand Duke Landsworth, no one can stabilize his head, so he is living well, and his figure is gradually losing shape.

Earl Gekuan stood up cautiously in the night, touched his waist with one hand, and saw that the sword he was carrying was still there, and he felt a little more at ease.

Pulling out the long sword that had not been used for many years, he looked around in the darkness, ready to investigate the situation.

Soon the earl discovered the nobles who had fallen into the same surroundings as him.

That's Viscount Westwellen, and this is Lord Bray...

Compared to him, these people were still asleep, and after a while, they woke up leisurely, and then they were as surprised and nervous as Earl Gekuan.

Small chatter in twos and threes sounded in this mountain, and then everyone woke up. There were 6 of them in total, and they seemed to be returning after attending the banquet.

"Where is this place, does Baron Bray have any idea?" Baron Bray's home is the closest to the castle, in a small town 4 miles away.

"Here, let me take a look." Baron Bray was in his thirties, and his figure was thin. He stood still holding the tree trunk in shock, and looked at the scenery and environment in the distance.

It's a pity that there is no moon now, and the night is so dark and hazy with only the brilliance of the stars that it is difficult for him to distinguish it for a while.

Ten seconds passed in depression and silence. The baron wiped his sweaty brow, but he was still not sure where he was now.

Just when he was about to confess that he was powerless, the sound of birds flying over the leaves came from not far away.

In the darkness, a few leaves fell from the swaying branches, dry and light.

"Good evening, my lords."

At some point, a figure wearing a deacon's uniform appeared in front of everyone. He was straight and well-proportioned, and it was obvious that he had received strict training.

Because of the darkness, the deacon's face was blurred, only the pair of red gloves were so conspicuous and prominent.

Bowing down to salute in an elegant and incomparably standard posture, the black figure then lifted himself up.

"I'm sorry to invite all the adults here in the middle of the night." Through the afterglow of the stars, everyone found that he was wearing a mask. It was a smiling white mask with slightly exaggerated lines to outline the eyes and mouth.

"Who are you? What are you doing here? Do you know who we are? If we disappear, the entire eastern region will be turned upside down tomorrow." A nobleman threatened in displeasure.

"Your lords will naturally know after the origin of the following, and I naturally understand the identities of you, but please stay calm."

As he spoke, a few silent winds brushed against the nobleman who spoke, making his ears and neck chill, and he touched his neck in surprise, not knowing when there was an extra bloodstain.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He backed up a few steps in horror, and barely stopped until he hit the tree behind him.

"My lords should be able to calm down and listen to me now." Even through the mask, the people below could still perceive the weird smile in the darkness.

"Then let's listen to you patiently, hmph." Earl Gekuan waved his sword casually, and the wind brought by the sword cut off a few grass clippings, and a cool smell of grass and tree sap emanated from the air.

"It couldn't be better like this." After speaking, the black figure jumped down from the rock in a flash, and came to everyone in an instant.

"Now, everyone, come with me, and I will take you to meet our new king, who is the object of your allegiance."

"Xin Wang, what joke are you talking about..." Several people were about to taunt and refute, but they suddenly got stuck.

Amidst the swaying of fine vegetation, a group of figures in crimson trench coats appeared beside them silently. These figures in crimson trench coats were like ghosts, walking silently. Although they did not open their mouths, the secret magic power emitted Let several nobles feel chills in their hearts.

There were more than 50 people in red clothes, and none of them was lower than Sequence 6. The cold demonic Sequence magic power, like a delicate blade, slid across the skin, making people tremble with fear.

As the upper-middle-class nobles of the empire, they had a lot of knowledge. Looking at the distinctive style, they thought of the name that was submerged in their memory together.

dark moon of empire

An intelligence and assassination organization directly under the emperor's command, specializing in monitoring the moths and traitors of the empire, and taking revenge on those past enemies. These people are the eyes and blades of the emperor, used to deal with all kinds of private affairs.

At this point, the group of people finally fell silent and followed them in the mountains without saying a word.

Through the long narrow valley, they walked step by step into the depths of the mountain forest.

At some point, an ancient stone staircase buried in grass and dead branches appeared in front of everyone.

It looks like the ruins of a certain old castle in the past, and the broken stone brick steps are faintly visible in the weeds and mud.

Turning upwards along this step, they discovered that the end of it turned out to lead to a cliff.

Among the undulating mountains, this mountain peak protrudes obliquely to one side, forming a natural steep cliff, and this ladder circles upwards just below the side of the cliff. If you look to the side of your feet, you can see the empty scenery at the foot of the mountain.

Despite some worries, the group still climbed up the steps slowly and moved forward step by step.

Until finally reaching the top of the mountain, which is the flat land on the cliff.

The night wind blew, picked up some dead leaves, and made a faint whimpering sound. When the six people climbed the steps exhausted, they found that the men in red were already standing neatly.

They were separated on both sides, their heads bowed respectfully, and they were silent. Their figures were hidden under the crimson hoods and cloaks. Only the hem of their clothes fluttered and swayed in the mountain wind.

Everyone looked up the hillside, and finally saw a figure with his back to them at the end.

That figure is not tall, and against the backdrop of the surrounding red-clothed dark moons, it is even a little thin.

The 'red glove' who originally greeted them was standing beside this figure at the moment. At this moment, he took a step forward, bowed again to salute, and then spoke.

"Welcome everyone to welcome this moment. We will right the distorted order and return the empire to its rightful owner."

"The true successors of the previous emperors, the Crown Prince brothers, Ansair and Ansroy, and the one standing in front of you at this moment is the only blood descendant of the Crown Prince Ansroy."

After speaking, when the six people were shocked and had no time to digest the huge news, the figure slowly turned around.

He was wearing a night-black cloak, with a dark red lining under the jet-black back, reminiscent of the oldest nobles among humans.

Just like in historical legends, King Cang Yue inherited part of the true red empire's heritage, and in the ancient past, they also considered themselves descendants of the first blood, enjoying the power of blood, and the king of the demon sequence.

The boy holding the scepter was only 14 years old, but he had short silver hair and bright red eyes like jewels. Under the gaze of these eyes, these nobles finally bowed their heads one by one.

They moved forward step by step, knelt down on the ground with the most humble attitude in their lives, and kissed the heirs of the oldest human blood on this earth.

"We will always be loyal to you, the true master of the empire, the monarch of the Red Moon."

"Maybe one more thing to add." A woman with a soft and moving voice also raised her head at this moment, and she was the other person standing beside the king.

"The eternally frozen king of rime."

As the words fell, gusts of cold wind began to blow across the vast land spanning thousands of miles. It was clear that there was no snow, but the vegetation, branches and leaves in the mountains began to condense into tiny ice flowers.

The mountains that were originally pitch black began to be covered with a layer of white rime and frost under the blowing of the perpetually frozen wind.

These frozen frost flowers dotted everything in sight, gradually turning this world into a frozen pure white world, so beautiful and so cold.

———

The cold wind in the east gradually blows, and the southern border of the empire never stops.

Just when many nobles and commoners thought that the Baskar family had become extinct, the continuous roar of the dragon resounded through the mountains again.

Four powerful dragon knights that the world has never seen appeared in the sky. They drove the black and red dragon, and slowly descended to the center of the southern border, the capital of Chixin Province. After expelling and defeating the local garrison and governor, a satisfactory The unexpected girl reappeared in front of everyone.

A handful of black halberds were crossed high on both sides of the street, and then parted one by one, to welcome the real owner of the Dragon Heart capital in the south.

"Kneel down and repent for your past mistakes. The noble blood of the red dragon may forgive you for your past mistakes."

Goldsmith, who was wearing a formal dress, stood on the high platform and shouted loudly, like a chant. That resonant voice was like a goshawk flying across the ground~www.readwn.com~ into the ears of everyone in the city.

"Then swear once again to be loyal to your true master forever, the daughter of Lord Leodor, the sole heir of the black-bottomed red dragon, the dragon of evil thoughts, the Duke of Busta of this generation, His Highness Xia Lanluote !"

Accompanied by the sound of the dragon's roar resounding through the sky, the girl with light pink hair climbed to the top of the high platform step by step, and sat on the throne of the dragon's head.

The gorgeous dress she was wearing was clearly divided into black and red in the middle, and the sleeves and skirt were also dotted with black and red decorations, which not only showed beauty, but also showed a vigorous and light body.

The girl sitting on the throne is Lottie who has been away from Lorraine Hill for more than a month, or she should be called, Charlanot Cang Baska.

The roar of the dragon continued, circling in the sky, and in the noisy giant city, the blood-red rose flags fell down, and the red dragon flags with black backgrounds were erected again.

The black and red Dragon of Evil Thought still roared in the wild.

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