Serious Witch's Travel Book

Then, the door clicked shut.

What a strange little girl.

Gnicia stood in the corridor a little puzzled.

Numeria didn't tell her about Flynn, but from what she heard before, this little girl seemed to be some kind of "benefactor".

Her status seems to be higher than the others. Although it is not obvious, those nuns are taking care of her consciously. The strange thing is that she doesn't seem to like to see the elder sister Marian, at least she doesn't like to meet her, yes Is it because the head nun is always fierce?

Gnicia felt that the two of them were in similar situations—neither of them blended in well with this small group, but Flynn's status was too special, while she was a little unpopular.

Sister Emma is alright. Sister Federa is obviously hostile to her. Gnicia has no idea where this hostility comes from. Perhaps it is because she is charged with a crime?

She couldn't figure it out, so she had to leave the church slowly.She found the nixon on the window sill completely shrunk into a ball, but the other party didn't want to talk to her at all. In desperation, Gnicia had to move it to the shed. After a while, the nixie came out Response: [Is everything handled?Then I have some things to leave... I'll see you tomorrow.Put me in a safe place, don't take me into the church, it's fine here. 】

It didn't intend to listen to Gnicia's opinion, and crawled back into the medicine bottle as it spoke, and turned into a half bottle of inconspicuous water again, leaving the witch amateur who wanted to communicate with her in-depth.

In desperation, Gnicia had to hide the medicine bottle back in the cabinet, and then returned to the room.

Gnicia spent the afternoon reading a novel about a dirty card-stealing monk until Sister Emma called her to dinner again.

At dinner, Sister Marianne looked a little better.

They ate in the dining room on the first floor of the church. Although this small dining room was not spacious, it was more than enough for eight people. The head nun, Numeria, Flynn, the other four retinue nuns and Gnicia all sat at the table. , there was still white bread for dinner, and the main course was a large pot of mixed vegetable soup. Sister Emma shared a bowl of soup for everyone, and then everyone clasped their hands together and said a prayer of thanks for the meal.

"Thank you, Mother of Heaven, for giving the bread before us..."

Everyone was reading it, and Gnicia had to learn to read it.Afterwards, they began to divide the meal from the dining basket, each with a small piece of bacon and a piece of toast the size of a palm. Gnicia caught a glimpse of Sister Numeria preparing half of the sausage for the head nun alone, but she herself No difference from anyone else.

"I've run out of yeast dough, I don't know if tomorrow's dough will be ready."

Sister Emma, ​​who seemed to be in charge of cooking, reminded Sister Numeria in a low voice: "But there is still a lot of flour."

Marianne, who was sitting on the main seat, waved her hand: "It's okay, you don't need to think about it for so long, at least until the day after tomorrow, Clovis should make a decision."

The sun's rays slanted into her eyes from the window, she avoided it a little, and said to the others: "Those who are familiar with the weather say that it may rain tonight, I am not sure whether the orcs will use the weather to launch an attack, But... the situation is not very good, you should rest early at night, prepare enough food tomorrow, and leave the secret passage at dawn. If it is midnight, the arrangement is the same—I will arrange someone to protect you. "

"You come with us." Numelia said suddenly.

"I can't go."

"But it's meaningless for you to stay here." The subordinate didn't let go: "You have to realize your own value, let alone you now..."

Marianne suddenly took Numelia's hand: "People who deserve to spend their old age more than me stay here to fight. What reason do I have to leave?"

"Relax." The head nun clenched her hands and forced a weary smile. "It's not that bad. In terms of numbers, they are still evenly matched for the time being."

Thank you very much for your blessings_(:з」∠)_

However, I have been out of shape recently, probably because it is difficult to grasp the evaluation of this book... I don't know if readers are willing to read this style of article.

Half of the main theme of this book is the road story, but in order for the protagonist to complete the early interpersonal relationship and adapt to the life of the aborigines, it is still a bit long. Because the progress is slower than expected, some parts of the plot have been cut by us. I don’t know. Will fluency be compromised...

Of course, in any case, the second volume will still unfold normally and the trip to the Black Forest with the witch teacher.

Hmm... work hard!

Chapter 59 042. The Work of the Retinue

It did rain that night.

The pattering raindrops slapped the tightly closed wooden window, and the irregular noise made Gnicia toss and turn in bed.

The orcs didn't attack tonight... at least so far.

The nuns organized a lot of things, including the necessary food, some water, clean cloth, and a mess of herbs to take away-everyone, from Numeria to Gnicia, got a share. Large or small packages.

Although she could still sleep on the bed, the humid and uneasy atmosphere made the girl feel a little depressed. She felt an uncomfortable turbid air in her heart, tossing and turning, she just couldn't fall asleep.

This lonely night made her unable to help thinking about some more profound issues.

For example... what would happen if she died now?

It was a question that bored young Gnicia.

Will she go back to that wagon?

If so, doesn't that mean...she has wasted these few days again?

Thinking about it, she has almost managed to keep herself alive for three days, which is undoubtedly a successful enough journey for the previous few times when she couldn't survive a single day at all.

She has experienced a lot of things and met a lot of people. Although the experiences are not necessarily good, and not all the people she knows are good to her, but...

This is her own "experience".

For Gnicia, who has never had close contact with any living person since she can remember, these are very precious "experiences".

She is remembered.

She is very happy.

If she died... would everyone forget her?

This possibility made her unable to fall asleep lying on the bed. The drowsiness she had originally had gradually dissipated, and all that was left was the uninterrupted sound of raindrops in her ears.

From time to time there was a faint sound of thunder.

Gnicia huddled together on the bed, the narrow accommodation brought by the small room did not allow her to settle down, on the contrary, she desperately needed some...hugs, or something.

She didn't want to sleep alone, in this horrible night.

Then, she heard a voice in a trance.

[Power: You are lonely, right? 】

[Power: To be honest, I don't really want to do this, but seeing you feel sad...forget it, maybe you really want a little...to make up. 】

[Power: I owe you. 】

In a drowsy state, Gnicia seemed to have seen the sage show her the most clean and tidy parchment in the church, on which neat and neat handwriting was written in evenly colored ink:

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1. Flynn (50%)

2. Emma (30%)

3. Big Success (Marian and Noumelia)

4. Nothing happens

(.rd100=87)

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1. gentle

2. peace

3. Moderate

4. Enthusiasm

(.rd4=4)

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As sleepiness grew, Gnicia suddenly heard two knocks on the door.

"Who……?"

She rubbed her eyes and sat up. She couldn't see the outside of the completely covered wooden door, but she saw some light from under the crack of the door. Obviously, someone was standing at the door.

The door rang twice more, very softly.

Gnicia suddenly felt a thump in her heart—could it be the Franks who came to her at this time to attack again?

She suddenly woke up a little bit, forced herself to sit up, and walked towards the door in three steps at a time.

Standing outside the door was Sister Numeria. She was wearing a thick inner robe, holding a saucer filled with half a candle in her hand, and looked at her with a smile.

Before Gnicia could say hello, she spoke first: "I'm sorry to wake you up at this time."

Her speech was very gentle, even a little flattering, which flattered Gnicia, and she waved her hands again and again: "No, if you have something to do, you can do it anytime...then..." Gnicia asked suspiciously: "Any special circumstances?"

She saw that Numelia was still wearing an inner robe, which was obviously not something that should be worn outside, at least it showed that she did not intend to leave the church immediately.

It was raining outside the church, and Numeria did not answer her immediately, but looked straight into her eyes, with complex tenderness brewing in her eyes.

No, not good...

There have been several ready-made accidents, and Gnicia began to pay special attention to her vision. Although the water demon did not give her a detailed explanation of the so-called "charm", she still pieced together a rough possibility through clues. sex out.

There is something wrong with her eyes. Every time those women are too intimate with her, it happens after they meet her eyes.

There were exceptions—Phaedra was fine, for example—but she figured she'd better be careful.

So she subconsciously avoided Noumelia's gaze, but the nun stretched out her hand to stroke her neck; , holding her chin, making her look at him.

"Are you afraid?"

Gnicia didn't know why she asked.

"sisters……"

She touched Gnicia's earlobe and squeezed it lightly as the girl began to heat up from her shyness.

"You need a little reassurance."

The voice of this nun with slightly curly black hair is very soft, it flows through Gnicia's body like a stream warmed by sunlight in summer, making the young girl who has never experienced the charm of a woman fascinated .

"Come with me, sister."

There is no special rhetoric.

When her fingers were slid across her chin, outlining a beautiful curve, and leaving quietly, Gnicia walked along with her.

One after the other they arrived at the head nun's room. Numeria put the candle tray on the table, and she beckoned Gnicia to enter, and then closed the door tightly.

Marianne was lying on the bed, with two empty bottles standing neatly on the small cabinet next to her bed, and she herself was leaning on the upright pillow, looking lazily at Gnicia who stood there at a loss.

She was shirtless, and the room smelled of alcohol.

Although it is inconvenient to describe too much, at this moment Marianne is lying sideways on the bed, half of her upper body, waist, and thighs are not deliberately covered.Half of her healthy light wheat-colored skin is exposed, unlike other nuns who look very soft, she is more like a lazy but powerful female beast lying in her lair, unscrupulously examining her body prey.

The atmosphere was not right, and Gnicia's left and right hands moved closer to each other nervously.She took the initiative to bow to the head nun, and greeted: "Good night, Ms. Marianne."

"Don't be nervous." Numeria, who had just closed the door behind her, suddenly put her arms around her waist, and walked forward secretly surrounded by her. "Get close to your knight, she protects you safely, and you dedicate your loyalty to her, it is logical."

Although there was no coercive meaning in her words, Gnicia was clearly aware of a slight threat.

She had no excuse for refusing, and she couldn't resist—the nun was stronger than she'd imagined.

She was pushed and pressed on the side of the bed, her whole body tensed, her back turned to the head nun behind her.

A pair of arms wrapped around her waist and led her to fall onto the bed.

"Are you afraid of me?"

The people behind sat up, and Gnicia even felt the heat from her body.

Fiery and tough.

"...Shall I go with Flynn?"

Just as Marian put her arms around Gnicia's waist and lifted her to the bed, Sister Numeria pointed to the opposite room with her thumb.

"Someone is taking care of her."

"Then don't I want to stay here?" She chuckled slightly, pointing her finger at the center of her lips, winking like silk, she didn't seem to object - Gnicia was surprised that she would have such a side, in In the past two days, she has always thought that Numeria belonged to the slightly rigid type.

"Stay here, you have to teach her." The voice behind her seemed a little embarrassed: "I can't handle it well..."

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Here are many, many words lost in the long river of history.

Did they really exist, or were they just the figments of foolish nonsense?

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Before dawn, Gnicia was awakened by a few crisp metal sounds.

She rubbed her eyes and sat up from the bed, only to realize that Sister Numeria was arranging the protective gear for Sister Marianne.