Witch, she doesn't want to try harder

"Are you kidding me?"

Mo Jiji frowned, and the temperature around her began to drop sharply as her mood changed.

Angelia clasped her hands and shivered. She saw that the dumplings on the table had been frozen into lumps of ice, and now she couldn't eat them even if she wanted to.

"Well... almost."

Yakumo Ziyue ordered the cups on the table, re-thawed the wine that had been frozen into ice cubes, and then tasted the wine as if no one was there.

Her reply was ambiguous, which made Mo Jiji very dissatisfied.

"Mo Jiji, it's a bit cold..."

Angelia took Lamo's quiet hand and said pitifully.

She was a little bit unbearable from the cold and was shivering.

If the temperature was still maintained, Angelia would have to use spells to increase her freezing resistance, or switch to a catwoman-like fighting form.

The ancient great witches who have accumulated profound experience can affect the outside world just by changing their emotions. Young witches like Angelia are still far behind.

"You better tell the truth."

Mo Jiji snorted lightly, then took Angelia's hand.

A warm current passed from Mo Jiji's hands, making the shivering Angelia feel warm all over.

With Angelia's intervention, the surrounding temperature stopped dropping, and the cold air from the balcony was dispelled by the night wind.

"Little black cat, what are you doing here?"

Yakumo Ziyue was still smiling, as if she didn't care about Mo Jiji's dissatisfaction.

"I want to ask Mo Jiji, Duo... what does the Witch King want to do to me?"

After her body warmed up, Angelia did not let go of Mo Jiji's hand, but held her hand in her hand and played with it carefully, so that she would have the courage to face Yakumo Ziyue's straight ball attack.

Mo Jiji's fingers are slender and slender. Except for some peach red under the crystal clear nails, the rest of the palm is white like suet jade. No matter how you hold the cold little hand in your hand, you won't get tired of it.

"It is obvious that she wants to change the current society of witches, and you are the fulcrum she uses to pry the boulder.

Once the boulder on the top of the mountain rolls down, anyone who stands in the way will be crushed. "

Yakumo Ziyue put down the wine glass heavily, her squinted eyes widened a lot, and she looked at Angelia intently.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see Dorothea's new policies after taking office. She really wants to carry out reforms, and Angelia is the vanguard who sounded the clarion call for reforms.

Angelia didn't quite understand what this had to do with her, she just came to ask about work.

"And then roll down the hill, into the abyss, and be smashed to pieces?"

Mo Jiji burst out laughing.

With a disdainful smile on her face, the indifferent Ghost Witch confronted the serious Yakumo Ziyue.

Sisters, don't be a riddle, okay, so you can't break it up and tell her little by little?

Angelia felt a headache from hearing this, her cat brain couldn't understand what these riddlemen and great witches were saying.

Yakumo Ziyue took a deep look at Mo Jiji, and then smiled at Angelia.

"We witches are always evolving, not this time, there will be a next time, Mo Jiji, you can't stop it."

Under Angelia's confused sight, Yakumo Ziyue turned into pieces of falling cherry blossom petals and disappeared on the small balcony.

"Do you think it's not enough trouble?"

Mo Jiji waved his hand impatiently, and a gust of wind blew away the remaining petals of Yakumo Ziyue, leaving no trace.

"What are you talking about?"

Angelia's gossip radar beeped, and she smelled melons.

"Do you want to hear?"

Mo Jiji glanced at her, probably evaluating whether he could speak.

"Tell me~"

Angelia's eyes widened, looking at Mo Jiji expectantly.

Under the offensive of the cat witch's shining eyes, Mo Jiji looked away guiltily and was defeated.

"I really can't help you..."

"She came to me today because she wanted to unite with me and other witches to encourage a bill to pass the review of the chief witch."

After Dorothea returned, the existing political structure was not changed, but the 10 chief witches were reduced to 5, and she took over the overall situation.

If you want to pass a new bill, you still have to go through the review process of the Chief Witch Council, but Dorothea has the final vote to pass or veto.

"A bill for an expedition to a large world?"

Angelia shook the cat's tail excitedly.

She remembered that Yakumo Ziyue was a war madman who liked to grow flowers in a different world.

Witches have always had friction with large worlds such as the abyss of the heavens, and small wars with them have never stopped, but in the past few hundred years, they have indeed not launched expeditions to large worlds.

The last all-out war among the witches dates back to 1000 years. After Dorothea absented from work, other races united to test a wave, and then they were beaten by the first chief witch, and they withdrew their troops and went home in despair .

Facts have proved that the Witch World without the Witch King still possesses crushing force.

After Dorothea's return, the reason why the other races were so concerned was because they were worried about whether the witch's policy would become radical and whether the flames of an all-out war would be set off again.

"Not yet."

Mo Jiji vetoed Angelia's conjecture, but not completely.

"We recently had a new sister, Yakumo Ziyue's proposal is about her..."

"Avacyn?"

Angelia thought of the man-made angel and witch who had helped her escape on the star port tower.

Mo Jiji turned his head in doubt, Angelia actually knew who it was talking about?

"Is this something that can be said, won't you be arrested?"

Angelia said cowardly.

The last time she and Twilight chatted on this topic on the Circle Star Railway, Twilight was arrested by the Enforcer Witch.

"This is my place, no one can know what we're talking about, it's fine if you don't go out and talk nonsense."

Mo Jiji shook his head.

Seeing the thawing dumplings on the table, she thought for a while and stretched out her hand to put them away.

"Since you know the name of this sister, you should know that she has a unique talent - multi-threaded thinking.

As the name suggests, she can make us like a machine, can deal with multiple problems at the same time, and manipulate the body to respond. "

"Sounds strong."

Angelia was a little envious. The Black Cat Witch didn't have such a good talent. The best racial talents were all for special attacks on witches.

If she has this ability, the efficiency of work, study and earning money can be doubled at least.

"A very powerful talent, at least it can increase our war potential by more than 30%."

Mo Jiji paused for a while, and began to explain the reason why the chief witch refused to pass the bill.

"This kind of talent has great hidden dangers. It can completely separate part of the soul in the later stage of development and implant it into the shaped witch's body to create an independent witch clone.

This kind of avatar is different from the tool man avatar we created by extracting memory. It has independent thinking and growth, and it is very likely that there will be disputes between primary and secondary. "

"But what does this have to do with Sister Avacyn, at most, tell her not to do this?"

Angelia licked her lips, feeling a little thirsty, so she took a sip of Mo Jiji's hot tea.

Mo Jiji's body is cold, and the snacks he eats also like the cold taste, but he subtly likes drinking hot tea.

"It has nothing to do with Avacyn, it has something to do with us."

Mo Jiji glanced at Angelia, stretched out his hand and pulled off his head with a bang, then got up to make way for her seat, and placed her head on the sofa.

"Avacyn's talent for multi-threaded thinking belongs to the soul.

We witches can learn this talent of Avacyn through physical touch and spiritual communication.

In this way, the problem rose from Avacyn's individual to the level of all witches.

So the chief witches temporarily sealed Avacyn's body in the star port, and have not discussed how to arrange the Avacyn sisters for a long time.

Yakumo Ziyue just wanted to unite a group of witches to make the Chief Witch Council release Avacyn through her proposal and allow her to spread the talent of multi-threaded thinking. "

Mo Jiji's body went into the library without knowing what to do, leaving only her head to continue chatting with Angelia.

Hearing Mo Jiji's explanation, Angelia nodded with a vague understanding.

She hadn't considered the issue of doppelgänger, but according to the character of the witch, cutting her own soul with a knife and splitting out several new witches, this kind of interesting thing must be tried!

And maybe you can even stick to your avatar—Anjielia is sure that many witches will have such an idea and secretly create a avatar to play with.

Angelia felt her scalp tingle when she thought that there might be a number of little witches in multiples of 6 to raise when she returned home one day.

Thinking about it, Angelia groped restlessly on Mo Jiji's sofa, hugged her head and put it in her arms. The scene was too scary, and she wanted to shake Mo Jiji to ease the horror in her heart feel.

"Mo Jiji, have you never thought about creating a clone to help you work?"

Angelia untied the black hairband tied on Mo Jiji's head, and played with combing her hair with her hands.

Mo Jiji's white hair has an unreal transparent texture, which is very psychedelic, and it also smells faintly.

Angelia had smelled the source of Mo Jiji's smell, and was frozen into ice by the blushing Mo Jiji and imprisoned for half an hour.

After Angelia coaxed Mo Jiji well, she told Angelia that this scent was her own body odor.

Mo Jiji's predecessor was a princess of a certain human empire. She was weak and sickly in her childhood. When the empire was overthrown, she was also beheaded.

In order to show benevolence and righteousness, the new ruler made her body into a mummy and buried it in the royal tomb. Only then did Mo Jiji become a ghost.

The so-called fragrance is a special body fragrance mixed with the spices in her body. After she transformed into a ghost, she also retained this fragrance, and after becoming a witch, she also inherited the fragrance.

"No, I have very little work, so I don't need a clone."

Mo Jiji closed her eyes, with the corners of her mouth raised, she was enjoying the touch of Angelia's fingers brushing her hair.

The method of extracting memories to create clones is very popular in Little Witch Academia, and Cantis has more than two clones.

In fact, the witch tutors who teach the little witches, except for one class a day is a real person, the rest of the time is responsible for the teaching, otherwise the tutors will not be online all day, and they can also assign homework to the little witches who take online classes .

When the instructors go to work every day, they only need to synchronize the memory of the avatar to grasp the learning situation of the little witches.

When Angelia was silent, her body came out from inside, holding two bowls of shaved ice in her hand.

After her body put the shaved ice on the table, she didn't take her head back, but sat quietly on the sofa next door and waited.

"Try how it tastes."

Mo Jiji, who had been keeping her eyes closed all this time, finally opened her eyes. She gestured to the shaved ice with a spoon in it, and asked Angelia to taste it.

"Could it be shaved ice scraped off a bookshelf?"

Angelia was a little hesitant, because Mo Jiji had been in the library for a long time, and there was always ice on the bookshelves near her that would not melt for a long time.

What she said made Mo Jiji a little angry. Sensing Mo Jiji's death sight, Angelia smiled shyly, took a spoonful of shaved ice and tasted it.

As soon as the shaved ice entered her mouth, Angelia burst into tears.

How should I put it, the taste of the shaved ice is a bit bitter and then refreshing and sweet, but the most powerful thing is that the shaved ice mobilized Angelia's emotions, making her feel mixed feelings, and even go back to her childhood memories.

She had just gone through the revolving door of life, and remembered when she was a child, lying in Li Ma's arms, watching her singing a lullaby when she was young.

Fortunately, the witch's nerves are strong enough, and her emotions fluctuate for a moment. Afterwards, Angelia only tasted the milky fragrance and refreshing sweetness of shaved ice.

Angelia scooped up a large spoonful of shaved ice and fed it to Mo Jiji, which made Mo Jiji shed tears.

"Sister, what kind of shaved ice are you, it's so powerful."

Angelia was speechless and didn't know whether to eat it. Although the shaved ice was delicious, the emotional experience was too weird, and she didn't want to cry all the time.

"Eat it, it won't have this effect later on."

There was a tear hanging from the corner of Mo Jiji's eye, which made her weak for a moment, but soon returned to her usual indifferent expression, and the tear was absorbed by the skin.

Angelia dubiously scooped up the third spoonful of shaved ice, and only ate half of the spoonful.