Serious Witch's Travel Book

Gnicia put on her new clothes without hesitation.

Her new dress is a dark purple long dress, which is matched with a black half-length shawl with wide sleeves. The neckline of the long dress is a little deep, and a circle of dark gray animal fur is sewn on the shawl. It is more than enough to keep out the cold in the season.They are all cotton to the touch, exquisite workmanship, and according to the driver... they are very valuable and high-quality goods.

As for the half-length staff, there seemed to be nothing special about it, but it was wrapped with a kind of wrapping cloth with strange characters written on the head and upper part of the staff, so it didn't hurt to hold it.

Gnicia examines this new self in front of the mirror.

Her demeanor seemed completely different.

She looks a little... dark now, even her face seems to have some light makeup, she stroked the corners of her eyes with her fingers, and there were faintly different colors there.

Larger, and more noticeable, the contours of her breasts seem to have expanded a bit...

No sense of cumbersomeness.

Well, it's time to go.

To meet...the next death.

------

Tips.1: The "rebirth" here means "rebirth" or "another life", and I chose a word that sounds better to me.

Section 3 002. Prisoners

Gnicia felt that she had been calculated.

She doesn't want to think about her current situation with disrespect to the sages, but it seems that her situation is indeed not good.

When she became conscious, Gnicia found herself still in a rickety carriage and unable to see.

The sound of horseshoes, the hard board under her buttocks, and some clues within her reach allowed her to confirm that she was sitting in a carriage. She was familiar with this kind of tool that could carry people, because she had been in the same carriage before. Been on the road four times.

But this fifth time... was different.

Because she couldn't see anything, she subconsciously reached out to touch her face, but found that a rough rope had been added to her wrist at some point, preventing her from raising her hand.

And this unnecessary movement must have fallen into the eyes of someone else. She heard the rhythmic sound of horse hooves in a mess, and then something suddenly knocked on the wooden rail beside her arm, followed by someone The warning said: "Stay still, you dirty witch." (Note 1)

The thing knocked suddenly, Gnicia's whole body shook, and she hurriedly put her hand back.

At this moment, she recognized the situation from the little light shining in from the thing on her head:

A large cloth bag was wrapped around her head, and her hands were tied together with a rope. Although the tie was not very tight, it was obvious that she couldn't twist her arms to the front, and it was very difficult to do anything.

This is different from what she said - no matter how you look at it, her current situation is far worse than before.

The cloth bag on her head was obviously made of woolen linen, and the gap was so wide that she could see some of the surrounding situation. Gnicia squinted her eyes, and then slowly and calmly looked around.

As expected, she was in a carriage, and she was sitting on the pallet behind the carriage. However, this carriage did not contain anything, but four people were placed in it together with her.

And they were on a slope in the forest, the icy cold wind was blowing the tall fir trees around, and the leaves that had begun to turn red made a slight sound with the cold wind blowing, mixed with the chaotic horseshoes on the road, it was inexplicable chaos.

There was more than one carriage on the road, and she could see through the gaps in the linen cloth that there was a similar broken cart at the front and back. At first glance, there were a total of more than a dozen people being transported on the cart.

Whether it is the driver driving the carriage or the soldiers riding horses and following on both sides of the carriage, they are all very recognizable - they are wearing plates that are not too bright, and are made of long strips of iron and inner linings. Tiao Jia, although he looks dusty and listless, it can still be seen that these people are not lacking in discipline and training.

The memory and knowledge in her mind quickly emerged, and she realized that these soldiers should be Romans, but she couldn't see the soldiers' faces clearly, so she could only confirm from the clothes that these cavalrymen served for the Roman Empire.

It may be the Romans, or it may be the barbarians ruled by the empire, humans, elves, or other orcs... Anyway, the Romans have always looked down on the same races in the north that do not belong to the empire.

She was still secretly looking around when someone kicked her ankle suddenly.

"Hey, girl, can you see it?"

Gnicia raised her head in a daze, and she found that the person kicking herself was the person directly opposite her. It was a red-haired woman with pointed ears and short hair that just passed the ears.Her appearance is about the appearance of a human being who has just entered middle age, and her face is a bit thin, but the details of her facial features are not clear through the linen cloth Gnicia. It can only be said that she looks disheveled, as if she just rolled on the ground for a few days. lock up.

Since she had already turned her head, Gnicia had no choice but to nod her head, although she didn't know if the so-called "girl" was referring to her.

"How did you get caught? Yesterday you wanted to sneak across the border of the Empire's defense line, right? That's about the same as us...why did you do that?"

Gnicia wanted to tell her that she didn't know anything—she had an obligation and responsibility to keep the secret of the "Four Wise Men"—but found that a stinky rag was stuffed in her mouth.

She snorted, but the other person who crossed her diagonally suddenly interjected: "You still have the guts to ask her? ... Upper Germany should be fine without you, you bloody redheads, if it weren't for you, Gao Where did Lu come from so many things? Isn’t it good that the sky is high here and the emperor is far away?”

The person who took over the conversation was a thin middle-aged man. Although he was as disheveled as the red-haired woman, he was obviously much more decadent.He has black hair and black eyes, he should be a Roman, and he is a human being in the mainstream of society, but the escort did not give him any special treatment, and his voice is hoarse, and his conversation is not civilized, obviously he is not a good citizen with family property .

"Stop talking nonsense." Facing her neighbor, the red-haired elf showed obvious impatience. It seems that she didn't listen to these chanting less, or she just simply hated a Roman prisoner: "How did you Got caught?"

"Me? I got caught for opposing the 'Red Hood.'"

"Against the Red Hood? Hey, as far as I know, the Governor of Gaul would not treat those shameful human traffickers like this."

"You—hmph, well, the imperials will go ahead, and I will pick up some things behind." The man coughed dryly and raised his chin slightly: "Understood? The great Augustus killed you all Give up your armor, and I will take away your red-haired murder weapons, so that you will not make a comeback..."

"Hey, it's just a grave robber..."

"close--"

"Shut up! Quiet, everyone!"

The stick came down again, this time between the two of them.The two people who were about to quarrel stopped immediately, and the Roman cavalry stayed beside them for a while, slowly slowed down their horses, and retreated to the end of the team.

Gnicia finally had a clue.

It looked like she was really in trouble. This was a team escorting prisoners.

Whether these people are going to be sent to hard labor or face imprisonment is not what she wants.Before that, the sages gave her the task of going to Zurich. She had to figure out her bearings and be able to move freely... It would definitely not work like this.

This mountain road is very long, and the lush forests and mountains on both sides have not changed for a long time, the man yawned, maybe because he was too bored, he spoke to the sharp red-haired elf again: "What about you? Why were you arrested."

"Me? I got caught supporting the 'Red Hood.'"

"Support? How can you support those independents..."

"Need a reason?" The elf interrupted him, and tilted his head, showing him his ears.Her next words also became full of resentment: "The empire put us here to fight the Germans, no support, no reward. We are like sheep abandoned in the field, and the shepherd only wants to let the lions Eat us all to buy yourself time to escape."

The man gasped: "Are you a 'Red Hood'?"

"of course."

"……unlucky."

The man shrank his neck and stopped talking to the elf.But he seemed a little uneasy, and his eyes kept flicking back and forth in the convoy. Finally, he found Gnicia looking at him, so he took the initiative to start the topic again: "She said you are leaving the border? Why?"

"I don't know"—Gnesia wanted to answer him, but the filth in her mouth prevented her from coming up with any decent words.

The red-haired elf looked at the direction the carriage was heading, and told him casually: "She? If what the Romans said is true, she is probably going to the Black Forest, although I don't quite believe it."

The man ignored her, and he became interested in Gnicia: "Where are you from? The Vosges Valley? I bet those iron heads must have caught the wrong person. There are no independents there. We won't Should be here, this must be the way to the penal camp, hell, only the bloody 'Red Hood' should be sent to the penal camp."

"It's not what you imagine yourself, man, your 'officers' say she's a witch, not an independent."

"It's impossible, it's just a joke."

The man really sneered: "In the empire, we will expel witches from the country, or directly burn them to death. Those women who spread evil witchcraft and filthy speeches can't be with a law-abiding and good citizen like me, unless ..."

The man's voice slowly fell.

Through the hood, Gnicia could also see that his eyes began to straighten, his lips moved a few times quickly, and his brows slowly twisted a little.

"I told you to be quiet, did you cut off your ears and forget them in the chamber pot?"

The Roman on horseback rushed over again at this time, and he hit the red-haired elf on the shoulder with a stick. The latter grunted and bowed his head in silence.

The originally lively atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

The carriages and horses will not be delayed because of this little episode, and the creaking noise continues to ring endlessly in the mountain road. The prisoners on the three prison carts hang their heads listlessly. From time to time, some people whisper a few words, but they speak If there are too many, the Roman or the coachman escorting the prisoner will pick up a stick and knock on it, and the sound will stop abruptly.

Along the way, most of what they saw were fir trees, and there was a forest on the farther mountain. The terrain around here was not too high, and it seemed that they were moving along a fixed road at the foot of the mountain. Occasionally, they could see people coming from the opposite direction the passer-by.The Romans escorting the car were not very comfortable. Every time they met someone, they would go up and question them individually. If they encountered a convoy of merchants, the whole team would stop for a while, and continue on the road until it was confirmed that it was safe.

I don't know how long it took, the thick dark clouds in the sky gradually dispersed, and the sun could be seen.

Gnicia had nothing to do, she kept looking up at the sun in the sky, and she found that the sun was gradually sinking.

It's afternoon.At night, she might have a chance to escape.

She couldn't be sent to a hard labor camp like this... All the prisoners in the empire's hard labor camps were regarded as official slaves, and those who were sent there would work repeatedly day after day until they died or found a chance to escape.

Later, several Romans yelled to stop the convoy, they got off their horses to rest, and several of them took out their water pots and went to the nearby river to fill them with water.The fallen people who stayed near the carriage chatted together for a while, and from their words, it could be heard that the group's destination was coming soon.

The man pricked up his ears to listen, and then asked Gnicia with a melancholy expression, "You don't...are you really a witch?"

There seemed no need to trick him.Thinking of her status on this trip, Gnicia nodded.

Now both the man and the red-haired female elf took a breath.

but……

Gnicia looked down at herself.

The cloth covering on her head was not so tightly wrapped, and she could still see her body through the gap.

This time was different from her previous experience, she was not wearing the luggage she chose, but only a tattered burlap long skirt.

"Witch?" The elf's eyes blinked a few times quickly, and she saw that the Romans were all in front of the gap, and asked Gnicia in a faint voice: "If you are a witch, why are you still caught by them?" ?No nasty paladins and witch hunters among them."

Gnicia smiled wryly to herself, and she also wanted to know why she was in such a situation.

The sages said that this new "road" would be easier, but at present, if she will be thrown into a hard labor camp to work until she is exhausted, it is better for her to immediately provoke those soldiers in armor and let them Kill yourself sooner.

Both of them were trying to figure out what she meant, but the female elf was clearly thinking more and more, her bored face suddenly smiled, and she asked tentatively: "Could it be that you plan to create a mess?" A huge explosion, killing all the Romans here, and then taking the opportunity to escape?"

Of course she wanted to, but she had to be able to.

Silence was like a bucket of cold water poured on the heads of the two expectant fellow passengers.

The Roman soldiers had no time to answer the whispers of the prisoners behind them. The noisy whispers made the man sitting diagonally across from Gnicia a little annoyed. He suddenly raised his leg and kicked the calf of the person opposite him, and said rudely: "And you, mute, why have you been silent? Are you also a witch, so they cut out your tongue?"

Sitting opposite him was also a red-haired female elf, but she was much calmer than the man and her own race.

Gnicia had looked at her, her hair was long, she had tied it up with a black headband, it looked like it would hang enough to reach the vest if it were left.She is older and more mature than that talkative elf, also because of the hood, it is difficult for Gnicia to see her face clearly, but even so, she can clearly tell that the other party is a good-looking Good beauty.

She has a mature and stable temperament. When facing Gnicia's peeping, she just returned a slight glance and stopped communicating.She didn't seem to take the current predicament seriously. Ever since Gnicia became conscious, she has kept silent without saying a word.

Intuition told Gnicia that this person should be someone with status. All the prisoners here were either wearing tattered civilian clothes, or wearing simple leather clothes like the elves opposite her. Only she had one. Decent robes to shield the body from the wind, obviously something special.

The man's sudden rude behavior did not attract the long-haired lady's attention, but the red-haired elf next to him blew his hair first: "Hey, are you looking for death?"

As she spoke, she kicked the man's leg hard, causing the man's facial features to become tangled in pain.

"What are you doing!" the man yelled dissatisfied.

"Do you know who she is? It's an honor for you just to sit with you. How dare you insult such a noble lady?"

"Noble?" The man didn't take it seriously, he glared at the silent female elf - although it was true that she was beautiful, what did it matter to him?This kind of woman will probably be treated preferentially when she arrives in a hard labor camp. It is absolutely impossible for those imperial soldiers stationed on the frontier to put a beautiful woman in a quarry or to dig sand. He asked angrily, "Then who are you?"

"She is..." "Let me come, thank you for your support along the way."

The talkative female elf wanted to answer for her, but the long-haired female elf took the initiative.

When she spoke, she raised her chin slightly, her voice was soft, full of mature female charm; but every word she uttered was very firm, and she did not show any weakness because of her gender, nor was she affected by the predicament she was in. shake:

"I am 'Red Hood'."

------

Tips.1: The relatively neutral titles of spellcasters used in this article are "wizard" and "warlock", while "witch", "witch", "demon boy"... Bah - no such - belong to the category with There is a certain slanderous title.

"Witch" is a neutral term in self-proclaimed words, but sometimes it may have a contemptuous meaning when called by others, depending on the specific situation.

Section 4 003. No need for trial

"Red Hood? You? Hahahaha—"

The man laughed wantonly at the first moment, the voice was so loud that it even attracted everyone's attention, but after only a few times, he coughed and closed his mouth.

Gnicia watched as the corners of his eyes and mouth drooped at the same time, his eyes widened in panic, and his tongue tremblingly scratched the chapped and disfigured lips.

Those Roman soldiers scolded this side twice, but no one came to check. When everyone's attention was dispersed, the man raised his hand tremblingly, and pointed at the lady in a robe sitting opposite him: "You, you Seriously?"

He lowered his voice very low, but the dry tone that seemed to be squeezed out with all his might still clearly revealed the uneasiness in his heart.

"It's true."

The short-haired elf who talked a lot sniffed and snorted coldly: "The one sitting in front of you is the governor of Belgica, the lord of the city of Trivolu in Augustus, the crown of the red hood First, the guardian of the cedar forest, the archdruid, Your Excellency Saracel Adria." (Note 1)

Her voice was so small that it could only be heard by the four people in the car, but it immediately made the man's face turn pale.

"No...it's impossible." The thin middle-aged man struggled to squeeze out a few words. His emotions were so intense that Gnicia could see the scorching under his grinning lips. yellow teeth. "No, you can't... ah..."