The witch ladies want me to confess my love

If you (virtual) can kill me (real).

★Volume [-] White Thistle★

Chapter 1 Wuthering Heights

The embarrassment between Heizhen and Fourier lasted for a while, and finally the relationship between the two returned to normal when she said, "Listen up, pervert, nothing happened just now. Please forget about it all." .I guess so.

Because what happened, Fourier felt the joy of the fans, but also lost the fun of playing cards with his traveling companions.Eight hours later, they got off the train. Fourier gentlemanly picked up his companion's suitcase and handed it to the porter who actively promoted himself on the platform, paying a generous tip.

He stretched out an arm, and the girl in high heels shook her head, holding up her skirt and getting off the train steadily. The dexterity of her movements shocked the thief who was about to steal her wallet.When Hei Zhen's golden eyes turned and his mocking gaze was directed at the thief, the man ran away.

"Oh, it's another place of filth and evil."

"There are a lot of people, be careful not to get lost."

The crowded crowd swallowed up Fourier's voice. Hei Zhen followed Fourier closely. The various sounds, smells, faces and figures around her were divided and confused in her senses, turning into one. Spread out things that are depressing and unpleasant.

Heizhen remembered that this was not Orleans, that she was far away from her homeland. Being at such a close distance, with unfamiliar rhythms, unfamiliar breathing, and unfamiliar people coming and going, only made her feel extremely lonely.

In the dull background, only Fourier's broad back was so clear. The man's back gave the girl a sense of security that could not be described in words. She reached out to grab this reassuring back, and her fingers touched it. Fourier shrank back as if he had been electrocuted or burned.

Then, she stretched out her hand again, stopped one centimeter away from the part she touched for the first time, slid down, and stopped at the corner of her clothes. Her green-white fingers closed toward the palm of her hand one by one, without any pretense. The nails are arranged together, healthy and simple, and the color is like the petals of a peach blossom.

Fourier could naturally feel the difference between the two touches before and after, so he turned his head, just as Hei Zhen was secretly glancing at him. The two eyes collided. The girl looked away embarrassedly, and a second later she glared back and asked. Said: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, you look good in what you wear."

"Really? It's not in vain...well, is teasing me that fun?"

"This is the truth."

"Even if you say that, I won't be moved. Okay, okay, let's go quickly." The girl stretched out her other hand to push Fourier forward, "I didn't follow you to be bullied by you. "

After boarding another train, Fourier and Heizhen were still 14 hours away from their destination, Sufayela. Heizhen read the newspaper Fourier had bought for a while, and she briefly skipped the news and advertisements. The novel was also boring because she didn't read it from the beginning. Only the comics aroused some interest in her.

These things were killing an hour and a half. At 05:30 in the afternoon, the summer sunshine was still stubbornly lingering in the sky. The sunny side of the carriage was full of dazzling orange, so the girl's eyes fell irrevocably on Fu on the opposite side. Li Ye looked at him holding a book thicker than "Thunderstorm" and reading with gusto.

"Ok?"

Fourier raised his head and made a nasal noise. In the black golden eyes, his face was a little dazed. It was an expression that people who were immersed in the story often showed in the first one or two seconds after returning to reality.

Soon, his eyes refocused, and the sunlight dimmed his eyes, turning them into a sea of ​​ashes.

"What are you looking at?"

"Wuthering Heights."

"I have some impression that when I was in a girls' school, the teacher said that the three sisters were role models for women."

"The three Brontë sisters." Fourier replied: "In the history of literature, although the number of female novelists who can have a place is small, it is not rare. However, three sisters in a family can leave their mark in history at the same time. The name is definitely a small probability event... No, it can be called a miracle."

"Oh."

Heizhen's interest in novels is average, because she still has a girl's heart hidden in her heart, so her reading preferences are more inclined to girly romantic stories - in this regard, she is destined to be incompatible with the works of the three Bronte sisters, because they Their works taste lonely, bitter, and silent. Even if the later development of the plot has a romantic tone, it cannot dilute the overall gray theme of their works.

Because they have lived a lonely, depressed and unfortunate life all their lives, and the novel is based on life.

"They are all hard-working people," Fourier whispered with an expression of admiration: "In such a poor family, it is normal for them to fall into all kinds of bad habits like their brothers, squandering their health and dying. However, they are After working as a tutor, I still find time to create.

Fantasy was their only entertainment, and their emphasis on knowledge, talent, and hard work enabled the three Bronte sisters to depict their fantasy with pens, and achieved honors that matched their talents.

Okay, I know you are not interested in hard-working people, nor are you interested in "Wuthering Heights", which uses alternative literary techniques to depict a gloomy and crazy love story, so let's talk about the gossip about this book. "

"what?"

"The author of "Wuthering Heights" is Emily Bronte. The Bronte family had five daughters and one son. Two of them contracted tuberculosis and died young in boarding school. The remaining three sisters dropped out of school to join their younger brothers. Self-taught.

They lived in a remote area at that time, and their daily entertainment was walking with their younger brother, fantasizing and describing various stories. Loneliness made the four siblings rely on each other, making their relationship beyond that of ordinary siblings.

Among them, Emily is the most serious. She is suspected of being bisexual. Based on a split personality, her male personality makes her have a close relationship with her sister Anne Bronte, while the female personality has always been suspected of being with her brother. Branwell had an affair.

However, Branwell has a better relationship with his eldest sister Charlotte, or is more willing to listen to Charlotte, which makes Emily jealous of her sister.

At the same time, Branwell's affair with the mistress when he was a tutor greatly stimulated Emily. "Wuthering Heights" was created shortly after she learned about her brother's scandal. Each of her family members corresponds to a character in "Wuthering Heights"——

For example, her sister Charlotte is the fickle, passionate but impatient stupid woman Catherine, and her male personality is the protagonist Heathcliff, her brother is the good-for-nothing Hindley who abused Heathcliff, and Anne is the heroine who was beaten by Heathcliff. Leaf seduces Isabella. "

"You seem to like this kind of gossip." Hei Zhen sighed, although she herself also took pleasure in other people's distortions.

“No, I’ve just been thinking, are people like them who are outstanding and have a sick side, become sick because of their excellence, or become outstanding because of their sickness?

In any case, I am convinced that human greatness goes hand in hand with human pathology. "

"This sentence is inappropriate only for you."

"That's a shame. I'm already the most normal person in your new workplace."

Heizhen thought for a while. Although no one else in Fourier's shop had seen it, the Dimensional Witch had left a deep enough impression on her. She was a completely unpredictable person with a mysteriousness that she hated. .

"It doesn't matter. I went there to accept the commission and then fight. It's not to build a good relationship with other people." Hei Zhen crossed his arms and said coolly: "There is nothing that cannot be solved with violence. If there is, then increase the force." Efforts will continue to be arranged.”

In order not to hurt the other person's self-esteem, Fourier responded vaguely: "I hope so."

Although Hei Zhen exudes the air of a rebellious girl, her schedule is extremely regular and healthy. Not long after dinner, she chatted with Fourier for a while in the dimly lit carriage, and then yawned. To sleep, lie down with your clothes on.

The environment was changed rashly, and the rumbling sound of the train kept ringing. Naturally, Joan of Arc Alter's sleep quality was not very good. It took her a long time to fall asleep, and she could still feel Fu in her hazy dreams. Li Ye's presence and the sound of turning the pages of his book were heard. After an unknown amount of time, the noisy ringtone began to spread from the front of the car.

"Miss Alter, Sufayela is here."

Hei Zhen had already woken up when Fourier called his companions. The lack of sleep made the girl a little anxious. She licked her dry lips. At this time, she didn't care whether it was hers or Fourier's. The kettle was filled, and she took a big sip. The cool feeling spread down her throat, making her sober up.

Hei Zhen was a little curious about the capital, but between the train station and Fourier's apartment, she spent most of the time in a light two-wheeled carriage, watching the railway tracks connecting the city and satellite towns dividing the roads and In the city, an airship with a certain company's trademark flying in the sky, and energetic people dressed neatly and rushing to the workplace, mixed with some characteristics of the inhuman race.

Until Fourier took her onto the elevator, she still had the shadow of modern civilization in her mind. In the city like a steel forest, countless high-rise buildings rose from the ground and pierced the sky. Looking from below, it seemed that The dome is divided, and all the ancient and traditional are either eliminated or evolved into a part of modern civilization.

Heizhen looked at the weapon box behind Fourier. Although this man claimed to be a swordsman, he liked to cooperate with firearms when fighting. According to previous standards, he would be kicked out. No one would admit that he was a swordsman. swordsman.In modern times, however, no one doubts that he was a swordsman.

The two arrived at the 7th floor. Fourier's house was 25 meters above the ground. Heizhen saw more of Sufayera's scenery through the windows in the corridor.

"I feel sorry for you to make a living here for a while. When you have a salary, you can go out and rent a room. The price here is five times that of Orleans. You have to be mentally prepared."

At first, the girl was still listening to Fourier and looking at his empty living room, until she saw a dark blue Basque bra on the sofa.

Considering that Fourier was unlikely to be a cross-dressing pervert, and the size of the bra told Heizhen that the owner of the bra had enviable large breasts, it was even less likely that Fourier had worn it.

Just when she was about to ask Fourier, the sound of opening the door came from behind.Hei Zhen turned around, and she saw a young woman standing there, with pink hair that was sleeping, and fine eyelashes guarding her golden eyes. Looking down, the soft outline that rose and fell with her breathing made Hei Zhen The owner of the Basque corset was identified.

"Jane?"

Hearing Fourier's voice, the two women turned back to look at the source of the sound at the same time. The expressions on their faces frankly expressed "Who is this woman?"

Fourier covered his forehead and said in a helpless tone: "Miss Alt, the woman standing next to you is one of my colleagues. Her name is Joan of Arc, and she happens to have the same name as you."

Chapter 2 Sanity 100/100

Fourier had a dream. He dreamed of a warm afternoon. He got up sleepily and followed the aroma of food to the kitchen. When he opened the door, the two Joans turned around at the same time, golden The mist filled their faces, and their pink and silver-gray hair stayed on the ties of their aprons. Looking at his confused appearance, they all showed helpless and doting smiles to him. The gentleness of their eyebrows was somewhere between mother and Between sisters...

Then Fourier woke up. The happiness he felt in the dream was quickly dispelled by the groggy feeling in reality. The weather was hot. Although there was a central air conditioner that could lower the temperature in the room, Fourier tried not to use it. He prefers heat when it's cold, that's all.

He slept from seven in the morning to three in the afternoon. The calm swordsman degenerated into a decadent homebody. He took out a towel and went to the private bathroom in the room to tidy it up. After 15 minutes, there were crystal drops of water hanging on it. Come to the second floor.

Although Fourier lived in an apartment, the interior was built according to independent standards and was divided into two floors. The first floor was in the actual space, while the second floor was folded in a different space. There was only A staircase remains connected, allowing him to purchase a 150-square-meter residence but enjoy the benefits of 270 square meters.

Of course, this is not the conscience of the developer, but the remuneration received after completing a certain commission to modify his home like this, nothing more.

There are three bedrooms on the second floor. The master bedroom he lives in has its own private bathroom, and the two free rooms share one. The first floor is completely functional, centered on the living room that can be seen when entering. Functional rooms are symmetrically distributed around the living room.

In the living room, Fourier saw that the two Joans of Arc were connected to form a diagonal line in the living room. It seemed that they hated each other.

"Hey, Joseph, can you stop being so sloppy at home?"

The girl who lived in Fourier's house, Jeanne d'Arc, stood up. The girl with pink hair and golden eyes was dressed extremely conservatively, but because of her excellent size, she gave off a sense of lust.

She was about the same height as Heizhen, but her aura made her catch up to Fourier's height. She casually took the towel and threw it in Fourier's face.

"A man must look dignified at all times... Hey, you are too tall, lower your head."

She used the same rude preaching tone as a man while ravaging Fourier's cheeks through the towel with her hands. She nodded with satisfaction only after drying the man's skin.

This Joan of Arc was satisfied, and Heizhen behind her looked at Fourier with even more intense eyes.Fourier asked bravely: "Why did you come to live with me?"

"Because the Dimensional Witch said you would come back today, I came here. Fourier, I'm worried about you. Will a child like you be a coquettish bitch outside?"

"Ah."

Hei Zhen, who was leaning on the sofa with her legs crossed, laughed. In her opinion, the pink-haired cow was a coquettish bitch. She obviously had obscene dimensions, but she had to dress up in an ascetic style. She was so close to Fourier when he spoke. Her chest is almost touching the man's body. It seems that she is pretending to be unintentional and trying to seduce the man.

Although it was none of her business, Heizhen still felt very unhappy when she saw Fourier getting intimate with another Joan of Arc.

"I am no longer a child," said Fourier.

"Just because you still say such things, you are a child." Joan of Arc took a step back, and her gentle expression was replaced by seriousness, "There is a new commission."

Hey, your firm really uses this man as a tool!

At this moment, even Heizhen, who claimed to be chaotic and evil, was shocked. What shocked her even more was that Fourier was still smiling, as if it was not him who was about to go on a business trip after returning from a business trip.

"What commission?"

"Go and help your new colleague go through all the formalities before we talk," Joan of Arc threw a piece of bread to Fourier, "Let's work together for a while and then we'll talk about it tonight."

Fourier stuffed the bread into his mouth and nodded. Hei Zhen followed him and left the house. She wished she could stay away from the pink-haired cow. When she came outside, although the heat wave immediately hit her skin, she felt sad in her heart. Much more comfortable.

"Miss Alt, have you settled in?"

"Well, thanks to you, I just need to open the inner door to wash my hands, and maybe I can run into that pink... guy."

"Are you hungry? Do you want me to buy you something to eat?"

"Isn't your Joan of Arc waiting for you to go back for dinner at night?" Heizhen said in a slightly sour tone.

"Neither she nor I can cook. The difference is that I spent [-] dinars per month to pack lunch and dinner meals from a nearby restaurant. I went there to eat twice a day and went to the office for breakfast. She is used to calling someone directly to the door."

"She's very rich."

"Joan of Arc's guardian is Lord Luvans, Marquis Lucius, one of the three hundred specially selected fathers (seniors). However, Joan of Arc is not an old waste who spends his money. On the contrary, she relies on her own ability. Money earned.”

"Oh... let me tell you," Hei Zhen stretched out a finger and poked Fourier, "What is your relationship with her other than colleagues? Normally colleagues would not live in a single man's home. Leave the bra on the couch.”

"I have known her since I was a child. In a sense, she has watched me grow up, so she has a lot less worries when getting along with me."

"Is this how I call you Joseph?"

"My full name is Jean-Baptiste Joseph Fourier. I will only say it this time because I know you can't remember it, so in order to make it easier for others to remember, I will introduce myself as Baptiste. ·Fourier."

"So it is."

"Do you care?" Fourier asked back.

"Idiot, who cares about your business?"

Even so, the girl's upturned mouth and slightly narrowed eyes fell into Fourier's field of vision.

Even though Fourier was already familiar with the road, it was already around seven o'clock in the evening after completing a series of procedures. Halfway through, Heizhen had given up thinking and turned into a humanoid signing machine and a rubber stamp, signing his name on a series of documents and becoming A registered bounty hunter who has applied for a labor certificate and temporary residence certificate.

"Our store's official form is the Bounty Hunters Guild, and we are bounty hunters. However, what we do is slightly different from bounty hunters." Fourier explained.

"You know, I don't care about this." Hei Zhen said softly: "I don't get along well with that Jeanne... How do you know each other?"

"I can see it, but I can't tell her story. You need her to tell you in person. This is not a very good memory."

Hei Zhen nodded. She was satisfied with knowing this for the time being. Anyway, she wanted to ignore the pink-haired cow from the bottom of her heart, and by the way, she also made the other person ignore her.

"If she grew up watching you, your age gap is a bit big." Hei Zhen said.

"In fact, her mind is much more limited than mine, as you can see."

"Wouldn't it be awkward for you to work with someone who thinks highly of you?"

"We usually don't team up because the firm has screened the scope of tasks for everyone, and she and I are not good at the same type. In fact, she restrains me a bit.

Ah, by the way, get up earlier tomorrow morning and I will take you to see Miss Yuko. I will have the fewest colleagues at that time, so you will be teased less.All in all, welcome to Sufayera. "

Hei Zhen wanted to say something, but felt that words were not as straightforward as actions, so in response, she touched the young man's arm with her shoulder, which was regarded as saying hello to her colleagues.In the bright lights of the city, their shadows are reflected in the glass windows of the shops on both sides of the street.

It is strange to say that Fourier was warmly received by his elders, acquaintances and colleagues in his own home, but it was true.Joan of Arc made a clear distinction between public and private affairs. She took good care of Fourier in her personal relationship, but after digesting the delicious food in her stomach, her expression became serious.

"This is about Joseph... no, it's about the new commission you two have. The Dimension Witch hopes to test the new employee's ability and fate through a simple task."

"Which unlucky guy came to our dirty shop that eats people and doesn't even spare their ashes?" Fourier asked.

"It's not who is here, but my guardian and my teacher Lord Lufans wants to hire someone reliable, so I thought of you immediately."