Serious Witch's Travel Book

"Is this..." Facing the lord's question, Royce replied in a somewhat embarrassed voice: "I was a thief for a while, I searched Paris and Touroni, and I also visited Narbo Several times, some people on the way are very aware of these avenues..."

Adria didn't seem to care about the question anymore, and she didn't reply.Royce rummaged through some things again, and as the light outside gradually brightened, Gnicia saw that she found an empty bag, and then filled it with some food.

"I'm here to help." She whispered, and then picked up a pocket and stuffed it indiscriminately.

After filling six, Royce found a rope to tie them up and tied them to her belt. She threw one of them to Gnicia and said, "Take some, if If we can go out, we will probably part ways, and you have to bring these food."

Gnicia couldn't deny that she had no place to hang the bag, and after thinking about it, she tied a thick knot with the rope so that she might be able to carry it.

After they were done, they returned to Adlia, and the nuns seemed to have the same idea—the two nuns also packed some food, scooped up some water, and shared it with the other sisters.

Waiting is a very anxious thing, especially this kind of unsafe waiting.

What is particularly frustrating is that the shouts of killing did not go away, but got closer and closer to them.

Considering the location of this refuge, the orcs may have already occupied the city gate and are pressing the front line into the city.

Adelia asked suddenly: "Can you find out how many other imperial people are there?"

"I'll try."

The elf closed her eyes as she spoke, and whispered a few words in a language that Gnicia couldn't understand. Then, a slight air flow suddenly flowed in the small room.

It was like a weak wind, rushing toward the high air vents, intermittently, and lasted for several minutes; then, the direction of the wind changed, they became from the outside to the inside, and gradually gathered in Royce around.

After the airflow stabilized, Royce breathed a sigh of relief, as if she was released from a state of mental tension.

"I can't tell, it's too chaotic outside; but maybe the situation is bad, many people gather on the main road, others are fighting around the arrow tower, I think... I need to ask them."

After obtaining Adria's consent, she asked the nuns sitting opposite her, "Hey, girls in black, how many troops are here?"

The nuns looked at each other and refused to talk to her. After a while, a voice timidly replied: "There are four companies."

"That's over. I don't think they can stop so many orcs."

Her words made the atmosphere even more depressing.

A nun countered her: "Sister Marianne is out there, and she alone can kill a hundred orcs."

"So what?" Royce snorted disdainfully: "There must be twenty or thirty times as many orcs as alive, and..."

While she was talking, a loud noise suddenly fell nearby, and the nuns screamed a few times in fright. Gnicia also stood up nervously, but as soon as Adlia grabbed her wrist, Although she didn't say anything, the sense of reliability conveyed along her fingers still made Gnicia relax a bit. She followed the intention of that hand and slowly moved closer to Adlia.

Something huge fell to the ground nearby, perhaps a rock thrown by an ogre.The nuns were still screaming, and they hugged into a ball. Royce couldn't help but warn them: "Stop screaming, you stinky bitches who only know how to chant, if you attract the orcs, think about your own end."

Her words were quite effective, and soon the nuns stopped talking.

Someone asked her timidly again: "Are we going to die?"

"What do you think?"

"The imperial law clearly stipulates that unless religious laws are violated, believers who serve the Holy Spirit have the right to avoid death..."

"You think the orcs still believe in that?"

"But...but aren't they subordinate to the empire?"

"If it is true, then what is it to beat you now?"

"Maybe it's the rebels... Just like before, there must be something we did not..."

"Oh my god, mother Xipi..." Royce rolled her eyes: "How can you do this... I say it better, 'out of the mud but not stained'? Others have been hit on the head, why are you still Do you want to reflect on your own problems?"

"But the Holy One once said: You have heard it said, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. But I tell you, don't fight against the wicked. If someone slaps you on the right cheek, turn the other cheek to him..."

Hearing that the nuns really started to recite the scriptures to herself in a panic, Royce couldn't help making a few vague, perhaps meaningless grunts, and argued with them again: "If you leave it to me Come to preach, I must change this to someone who slaps me on the right cheek, and I will cut off his right arm."

"Everyone in the world should have love. If you can't love your enemy, then what is the difference between you and your enemy?"

"I love myself first, so if someone doesn't love me, I will kill him..."

They didn't calm down. While the shouts of killing were getting closer, the nuns and elves hiding in the shelter also started bickering.

Gnicia had just relaxed from the shock when suddenly her body froze again.

She felt someone touching her leg.

This distance will only be...

She lowered her head slightly.

Adria sat on a low wooden barrel while she stood beside it.

They were in the corner, probably the darkest part of the room. Because they were so close, she could confirm that Adlia's eyes were not on her, but the touch from behind was not fake. She does get touched.

Very light, very light... The back of the fingers of that hand rubbed against her thigh and buttocks several times, but it seemed to be the result of inadvertently adjusting the gesture - the elf's hand raised a large one behind her. The top of the burlap sack was the place where Gnicia was leaning against just now, and if it was accidentally scratched, it might be possible.

But their contact was not just by accident.

She has a good impression of this elf nobleman. Psychologically speaking, Gnicia is very reluctant to believe that the other party is someone who would do such an impolite thing.

So she moved forward a little insignificantly between the two touches.

The next touch that followed told her that it was all on purpose.

The distance she got out of the way was not enough for the elf pretending to tap her finger on the sack to "accidentally" touch her, so the finger stretched a little more straight, so that when the finger was lifted, it could Gently poked Gnicia's body.

This is... what?

According to the basic moral concepts that the sages taught her, this can be regarded as an offense.

But the sages told her again: If it is a cute girl or a beautiful woman who wants to touch her, try to let them touch her more.

The statements of the sages were somewhat contradictory, which made Gnicia at a loss.

Should she give priority to protecting her body, or be patient?

She should seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

But it's hard to say whether it's good or bad. Although it's embarrassing, this kind of touching didn't make Gnicia feel very clear. She just had the idea of ​​keeping a distance because she didn't want to be touched.

Is Adelia pretty?

She is undoubtedly in line with Gnicia's aesthetics. From Gnicia's own concept, she is a "cool" woman: calm, dignified, and seems to be very powerful... According to the standards of sages, she is a "cool" woman. Nice bed partner.

And she didn't seem to have any malice towards herself. Although Gnicia felt offended by her previous act of secretly licking her body without permission, she was not injured or in pain, so it shouldn't be a big deal, let alone... That's pretty comfortable.

In a short time, she thought a lot.

In the end, considering that she might have to rely on the two elves to get out of the current prison, she chose to be patient.

So she returned to her original position, even closer, and now Adlia was close enough to touch her body even if she stopped moving.

But this instead brought the hand to a complete halt.

She was pressed in place and didn't move for a long time, but when Gnicia lowered her head to look at Adlia in doubt, she found that the other side was also looking up at her.

A second later, they both turned their heads back at the same time.

Immediately afterwards, the governor, who had been making small movements, pulled his hand back in embarrassment.

"...Since you insist that love can bring peace, what about the head nun here?"

The debate between the elves and the nuns continued. Although Royce was facing the three nuns alone, the words of those human women were too reserved, and she did not regard them as opponents at all; She met these pedantic missionaries in some tavern, and she tied up these pussies for safekeeping, and then spanked them a hundred times.

"Well, that's because..."

The nuns were suddenly at a loss for words.

"Can't you tell? She is considered a good swordsman in the whole of Gaul, and there are also those holy guards. If they give up, they can solve the problem. Why does the church keep so many private soldiers?"

"that……"

The three nuns couldn't answer each other, so they ran around anxiously.

"because."

At this moment, the little girl spoke.

She left the nun who was taking care of her, walked in front of the crowd, and faced three strangers directly; her voice was crisp and lively, like clear streams and flowing water, and like the singing of a yellow oriole, which made people feel comfortable listening to them .

"In the most holy will, Sister Marianne told me this: If we can't stop the villains who instigate people to do evil, take people's money, kill people's lives, and can't forgive them in place of the victims, then send them to Before the Holy Spirit, let Him make the decision."

Her words surprised Royce: "If you had said that earlier, then we still have a common language."

"Miss Flynn, please come back and don't argue with these barbarians."

The little girl was quickly pulled back by the nuns. The hostility between their words made Roiss very annoyed, and the short-haired elf wanted to say a few more words, but Adelia snatched her at this moment Front.

"Wait, stop talking—"

——The archdruid looked at the air in front of her in surprise. She stretched out her hands and grasped forward, then flipped over, making a gesture of holding something up.

I saw some red light spots floating in her palm. Although the light from the ventilation hole was enough to show that the sun was rising outside and the sky was turning bright, those twinkling red spots were still very eye-catching.

"The direction of the wind of magic element... has changed."

Chapter 24 019. Fire, and Fire

Adria focused all her attention on her hands.

She clasped her hands as she had done in the cell maybe half an hour ago, or an hour ago, waiting for those speckles that glittered in the air to gather in her palms.

This time, she gathered more "light". If what she grasped before was just a sphere the size of a fingernail, this time between her palms was a striking light sphere the size of a bowl.

But what was different from before was that what she held in her hand was a gray-green ball of light at first, but as some small debris around her began to be attracted to it, that ball of light gradually turned into a burning flame. the crimson.

"Is this... fire?"

Adelia looked puzzled.

"Why fire...?"

Her palms converged slightly, and the ball of light deformed accordingly, gradually becoming a cone pointing towards the sky.Then, Adlia separated her palms, and the gathered light also scattered and disappeared.

"Why fire..."

Full of doubts, she sat on the barrel and rubbed her hands hesitantly.

Then her expression changed and she stood up suddenly.

"Lois, keep your distance."

She issued a warning to the short-haired elf, and the short-haired elf who was still idly staring at the nuns understood what she meant, his face became serious, and he hurriedly took Gnicia's hand and walked aside.

"Do, what?"

"Don't talk, just watch."

They stood together with the nuns, and the nuns obviously didn't like the elf who had quarreled just now, so they hurriedly hid aside.

Adlia found the location Royce had mentioned. She raised her hand, and she was facing the half-person-high small door. A faint red glow appeared in her hand immediately. It was like a red mist, hazy It stretched out hazyly, and when it touched the small door, its shape quickly became solidified and converged. In the blink of an eye, a pillar of fire shot out from Adria's left hand, pointing directly at the victim. The locked little door.

It looked terrifying, but the violent collision as imagined did not happen. After the initial crackling sound like the impact of the wind, the flames and the iron gate maintained a relatively stable silence, only a few burst out. The flames seemed to drive the surrounding airflow, causing several crackling sounds.

The iron gate was surrounded by stones, so there was no problem in terms of safety, but the pillar of fire was scorching hot, and the heat waves caused by it made the crowd involuntarily back away from the position of the archdruid.

Fortunately, the scorching heat didn't last long. The pillar of fire that was scorching the iron gate quickly burned a small area red, and the pillar of fire itself soon began to weaken. And the fiery red waterfall overflowing to the surroundings gradually shrunk, and the pillar of fire itself also rapidly became thinner at a speed visible to the naked eye, until it suddenly returned to nothingness at a critical point.

Adlia let out a low cry, and at the same time she retracted her hand, she quickly flapped it in place. This didn't seem to be enough—she quickly walked to the bucket that Royce had pried open and put her hand in, and at the same time ordered: " Royce."

The short-haired elf understood, she rushed to the small door in two steps, and smashed it with the iron rod in her hand.

bump!

bump--!Bang!

With two muffled bangs, the door lock broke, and the small iron gate was smashed open. Behind it was a ramp leading to the ground, but without any decoration, there were only simple, slightly leveled earthen steps.

Royce rummaged around the room again, and she quickly took out a set of flint and velvet, candles and matching candlesticks. Half-elves were obviously good at dealing with these, but after a few efforts, she lit a candle .

"You, come and help." She beckoned Gnicia over. "...I don't know your name yet?"

Only then did Gnicia realize that she should not know Royce's name "theoretically" now, and the two elves didn't know their own names either.

"Gnesia." She told them bluntly, and at the same time subconsciously looked at Adlia, she somewhat hoped that the elf would remember this name.

The short-haired elf pointed at Adelia: "Our governor and leader, you should have known it when you were in the car... As for me... Hey!" She pushed the iron door to the maximum: "Call me Luo first!" It's okay for Iss..."

"and many more!"

Seeing that the three of them had already packed their things and seemed about to leave here, Sister Numeria stopped them: "You can't leave here."

The half-elf snorted: "Don't pay attention to them. There is no torch here..."