Serious Witch's Travel Book

Most of the time, Marian stayed directly on the front line. A nun like her was a warrior blessed by an angel. She was far more energetic, tough, robust, and full of strength than ordinary people.Her physical strength is enough to support her to persist for an hour without retreating under the rhythmic attack and defense, and her real intention to retreat to the fortress is also very clear-if the situation cannot be changed, her first priority is not to die in the line of duty, but to Find a way to take the "Blessed One" away.

But, next, a dragon suddenly appeared in Pine Candle Castle.

People hiding in the refuge can hardly imagine what happened on the ground. The dragon roar made the nuns almost escape with the "Red Hood" who left, but the imaginary massacre and destruction did not happen. She had a short fight with the dragon, maybe she made the dragon feel worthless for both sides, the dragon finally chose to cooperate with humans who communicate better to find a... "beautiful woman".

There are too many strange things in it, but only Marianne is the person who has gone through the whole process. The words of a head nun are authoritative here, and everyone is willing to believe her.

It can only be said that reality may not be a logical thing at all.

And later... the orcs didn't just leave, they started fighting outside the city after noon, but the most outstanding warriors came forward to ask the human side to fight one-on-one, and anyone with a discerning eye knew that this was an orc The way to boost morale. After all, they were directly attacked by the dragon and lost hundreds of people. The mental state of the remaining people may not be so easy to ease in a short time.

Marianne said she killed six more orcs, who knows how many, but it must have been no less than that.Together with the command work of guarding against the orcs and the arrangement of recruiting the militia, she really seemed to have been busy all day on the verge of death.

This is probably the main reason why she made such a request.

Numeria was willing to cooperate with her, but when the two were in close contact, the nun noticed one thing:

There was a particularly strong "smell" about Marianne.

Before resting, the nuns prepared hot water to scrub the body of the head nun they served. Everyone knew that Marianne was almost buried in the belly of the dragon, so they tried their best to show her the care of this small family.

Although everything is kept simple at this juncture, Marianne did scrub her body well. Theoretically speaking, most of the smell left on her body during the day has been washed away, but when the two of them are intimate, try hard However, Melia smelled the smell reappearing after a short period of suppression—it seemed to emanate from Marianne's body.

A strange smell that is as wild as a female beast in heat, and makes people's heart beat faster just by smelling it.

This was not normal, and even Numeria was confused by it.

The two felt each other's warmth back to back, until a wooden head felt that this time should not be wasted, and asked bluntly about business: "How is that witch doing? Did you ask any useful information?"

"I found him some errands, and she helped out all afternoon, and she didn't do anything stupid to escape, but it was pretty solid."

"What about witchcraft?"

"It's hard to say. I didn't dare to ask more. She claimed that she and her mother have always been dependent on each other. Her mother should have taught her simple pharmacist knowledge, but not much. More importantly, she seems to have taught Ge Nithia makes potions."

"Potion." Marianne repeated flatly.

For ordinary people, potions are considered contraband with a strong mysterious color, but not so for nuns.

Under the influence of the "earth veins" and "wind veins" all over the world, many plants are more or less contaminated with excessive magic essence during their growth, and become "magic essence plants" that are completely different from the original nature.

This is how potions come about—the producers extract the necessary ingredients from the magic element plant, control them to provide an acceptable level of effect for ordinary people, and use the power of natural magic element to make the drug effect to a higher level.To put it simply, potions are actually made from magic plants, ordinary medicines with magic properties, and it has nothing to do with whether the producer is a witch or a rabbit.

Even an ordinary person can make something that can be called a "magic potion" as long as he uses a high-quality magic element plant.For example, the "Red Shimmer Potion" that can quickly heal wounds that is popular in the empire is something that senior public pharmacists can obtain permission to make. There are several ambiguous high-efficiency decoctions like this. For ordinary medicinal decoctions, the entrusted person only needs to do it honestly with eyes closed.

However, the production of more advanced potions requires some extra skills. This is not something that ordinary pharmacists can do. It requires the producers themselves to master some extraordinary abilities to cope with it.

People who can make simple potions may not be related to wizards, but if Gnicia has received education in making potions and she herself is trapped by magic addiction, then there is a high probability that her mother is a witch.

Wizard blood is a hereditary thing. If the mother is a witch, the probability that the daughter is also very high, but it may be that she has concealed herself perfectly, and Gnicia herself has never known it—this also explains why A seemingly ordinary girl will suddenly have a magic addiction, and she may indeed have no such awareness.

Marianne thought for a while, and asked again: "Is there really no trace of casting spells on her body?"

"I have observed it carefully, and I still have the same opinion. You know, I have been trained in how to recognize evil since I was a child. If it is a villain who frequently uses witchcraft, he must not be able to hide it from my eyes."

"...Your words sound like you are trying to protect her."

"Really? Maybe." Numelia was taken aback for a moment, she seemed to be a little subjective this time, and she didn't need to emphasize the latter words at all. "I think she's a good kid."

For some reason, she has an inexplicable liking for Gnicia... Maybe it's because of that silly, hands-and-feet look that reminded her of her former self.

"I want to keep her," Marianne said suddenly.

"Stay? You mean?"

"Keep her with me, or send her to a convent and make her a nun."

"...do you really, really want to add to your harem?"

"What nonsense, I just don't think she should be handed over to the witch hunters. The best way is to put her next to us, so that she can be harmless and her life can be preserved... This is another Not the first case (Note 1), is it?"

Marianne twitched uneasily. Numeria seemed to have poked the little dirt deep in her heart just now—yes, she did have this idea, she wanted Gnicia to stay by her side, And this kind of "staying" is not like other sisters, who are accompanied by the arrangement of the monastery or the needs of work. She has a purer selfish desire for Gnicia-not out of any noble considerations, she just It's just greedy for people's bodies.

This kind of plot is no longer limited to a vague impulse, but has formed an obvious idea.The thought was not coming from her head, but from her belly, where a fiery, restless agitation was pointing the way: she should have the girl.

"She'd be a good wife, she couldn't be handed over to the Inquisition"—an idea that Marianne quietly put on a high priority.

Of course, what she said was relatively high-sounding, and she naturally got the approval of the nuns who believed in her: "I don't like witch hunters either, they are too extreme. But I also can't completely trust that girl, you know, Witches are always scheming, this may be a trap used by a great witch to corrupt us."

"Go test her."

"Should I induce her to practice witchcraft?"

"No. If she really doesn't understand anything, it's best to keep going like this, and don't make her curious about her own aptitude."

"What about her addiction? She doesn't seem to know what addiction is."

"Then I will wrong you... Since she doesn't understand, don't let her understand. Take care of her like you take care of Flynn for a while."

Marianne rolled over, surprised to find that Numeria had already done this...and now they were face to face.

The two women smiled tacitly and recited at the same time: "Thinking breeds doubts, and doubts breed heresy."

They hugged and got ready to rest.

After a long time, Numelia said faintly in the darkness, "Marian, you smell like a dragon... so strong."

Marianne didn't answer, she fell asleep.

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Early the next morning, Gnicia was woken up by a knock on the door.

She sleeps for too long and the whole person will become confused, so when a nun opened the door with breakfast and new clothes for her, Gnicia was still lying on the bed limply, and her body was hugged tightly. In a ball, like a big cat preparing to hibernate.

"It's time to wake up, Gnicia, what is this?"

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Tips.1: The monastery will shelter some ordinary people who have the quality of wizards but have not received wizard education and have not used witchcraft, and let them spend the rest of their lives as members of the nuns.The corresponding witch hunters have a more radical attitude, but for the time being, the two sides are in a period of tacit understanding, and only a few extremists will go their own way.

Tips.2: About how to identify witches.

In this article, an ordinary witch has no characteristics that can be seen at a glance, but as mentioned before, a witch who uses magic frequently will form a "field" of "something wrong" around her body, and also use extraordinary witches. Ability, or a trained person can identify by feel or props.

As for others, "Magic Addiction" and its negative effects are also more iconic features, but an experienced witch will not be easily exposed in front of others.

Chapter 34 029. The first job

It was a young nun who came to deliver the breakfast. Apart from the usual bread basket, she also brought black clothes.

Gnicia didn't know what she was holding at first, but when the nun shook off the clothes that straddled her arms, she understood immediately.

A nun's dress, the style is the same as that of other nuns, but there are some details and decorations that are different from those worn by Marianne.

"what is this?"

She rubbed her eyes and sat up on the bed.

The light coming in through the gaps in the wooden window panels told her that it was already dawn, but the room was still dark, and Gnicia, who was still immersed in the daze of getting up, still couldn't see clearly what was in front of her eyes until the nun helped her After opening the window, she realized that it was the nun who wronged her yesterday.

They haven't seen each other since yesterday morning. At this moment, the nun's face was slightly embarrassed when she saw Gnicia. She put the clothes on Gnicia's bed and told her in a low voice: "Put this on, put it on. Give me your clothes, and I'll wash them together today."

Gnicia hummed, touched the clothes beside her, and looked up at the nun again.

"what happened?"

"Um, can I... be alone for a while?"

There was an inner skirt under the nun's clothes, obviously she was required to change it, but she also slept in the inner skirt at night, although she would not be exposed now, but if she took it off, there would be nothing inside.

The nun was puzzled for a moment, then suddenly understood what she meant, and waved her hand casually: "They are all women, you can change here, at worst, I will avoid it."

Even though she said that, she didn't leave in the end. Gnicia hesitated for a moment. Seeing that at least the door was closed, she took off her clothes in front of the nun.

The new clothes she got were obviously better than the ones she wore before. At least it felt thick cotton, and the spinning was much finer.The gray inner skirt covers all the way to the lower calf, while the black outer skirt reaches the ankle. Gnicia's size does not have any advantages, but the length does not affect the movement too much.

It is warm and is comfortable.

She moved her arms to adjust the clothes to the right position, then bowed her head and thanked the nun: "Thank you."

"You don't need to thank me, it's all arranged by Sister Marianne." The nun looked Gnicia up and down, and said to him with a smile, "You have a good figure."

"Thank you, thank you..."

The sudden compliment made Gnicia stiff, her hands were pressed together under her stomach, her fingers intertwined uneasily, and her heart was even more disturbed.

Does it look good in this way?

This dress didn't really show off her figure, at least compared to the bold and revealing beach girls the sages showed her, it could be said to be a little too conservative.

This long robe completely covered her body in deep black except for her head, hands and feet. Except for the line of her waist that could be seen after the waist was tied tightly, Gnicia felt that this Like a black curtain around the body.

But the nun's compliment to her didn't seem to be fake or perfunctory. After pulling Gnicia to check the close-fitting condition of the dress, the nun slowly took her hand: "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday."

"Eh……?"

Gnicia was a little surprised that she would take the initiative to mention it.

"Thank you very much for not exposing me." As she said, the nun bowed slightly to her, and when she raised her head, Gnicia noticed that her face was slightly rosy: "Sister Numeria promised to Give us a chance to arrange bedtime, if I have any bad deeds, maybe..."

She looked embarrassed, she hesitated and didn't continue, but changed the subject: "I will repay you, what do you need?"

This is the first time Gnicia has received such kindness. The nun's earnest performance overwhelmed her, and a wonderful intuition told her that since she has paid, she should ask for something in return—but she has nothing to expect." return", so he declined: "No—it doesn't matter, I didn't do anything, and I didn't lose anything..."

The nun took another look at her, and slowly stretched out her hand: "Emma, ​​you can call me that."

Gnicia reached out to shake her hand, but although Emma was the active party, when she touched Gnicia's finger, she quickly withdrew her hand.

"sorry."

She bowed her head to Gnicia again and apologized, and then she was about to leave—she stood at the door for a while and looked at Gnicia one more time, then hurriedly left the room.

Some inexplicable.

As a result, no one was looking at Gnicia at the moment.

The door was open, and she was here by herself...seems like an opportunity to get out of here.

But Gnicia is not a very assertive and courageous girl. She thought about the embarrassment she might encounter with other people before she left the church, so she resisted the desire to sneak away, sat on the edge of the bed and gnawed Here comes the bread.

Just stay here for a few days, anyway, the sages didn't specify when she would arrive in Zurich... And even if she managed to leave here now, so what?She doesn't even know the right path.

The bread has just been baked, it is very soft, and there is still a little sweetness on the skin. She touched it, and the golden skin seemed to be sticking to her hands. With curiosity and a try, Gnicia He took the bread to his eyes and looked at it carefully.

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Honey Bread, worth 0.52

Effect: satisfy hunger

Negative: none

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The information that appeared in front of her was not the same as medicinal herbs, but closer to the finished medicinal powder.

The sweetness probably comes from the honey—perhaps the maker brushed a little honey on the top layer when it was about to be baked.

The effect is very easy to understand, but as for the value... Think about it, although this piece of bread tastes good, it seems to be worth less than the dried green pine grass. How is this kind of thing measured?After much deliberation, Gnicia can only tentatively think that this is not based on the "selling price" of the sale, but based on the "effectiveness" of the things she saw - turquoise grass can be used to make wound medicine, but bread is not. It can only be used to feed the hunger, and medicine is more useful than bread, which is probably the origin of this evaluation.

But no matter what, Gnicia can just eat for now.

When she gnawed on the second piece of bread, Gnicia suddenly heard a dull sound of leather boots coming from outside the house.

She looked out curiously through the half-closed door, and found that the fierce Sister Marianne who always had a straight face appeared in her field of vision.

She walked to the stairs, stretched out her hand to stop her, and said, "You stay here, you are needed here more."

Immediately afterwards, Gnicia saw the figure of Sister Numeria.

"Give me another kiss."

Numeria asked actively.She came up to Marianne and took her face in her arms.

Marianne saw Gnicia who was sitting on the bed and looking out through the crack of the door, but she didn't mean to shy away, but let Noumelia kiss her.

The kiss was very short, just a light touch of the lips. After the two people separated, Gnicia saw that today's Sister Marianne looks different. If she was just wearing a nun's dress yesterday If she wears a simple iron belt breastplate, she is wearing a very tight one today-from head to toe, she is wearing a complete church breastplate, the same style as the holy guards, and the shoulders and armguards are also the same. Everything is available.

She didn't wear a long skirt, but she was wearing a casual dress that was quite similar to a nun's dress. The upper body was almost the same as Gnicia's current dress, and the lower half was a thick leather waistband. The leggings leather pants, and the two iron leggings on the calf, the whole person looks like an iron wall.

"Gnesia."

Gnicia wanted to avoid Marianne's gaze, but the head nun beckoned to her to go over, so she had no choice but to bite the bullet and move over.