Serious Witch's Travel Book

If you think about it carefully, they are almost guarding the place where they must go down the mountain, and it is also the area with the widest view. No matter who comes down the mountain, they will most likely be seen by them in the end.

But... aren't they the legions of the Empire?

Even the so-called "border people" should still obey Augustus, right? They...

"hiss……"

The pain under her ribs made Gnicia gasp.

She began to feel less and less conscious.

There seemed to be a drowsy cloud in her mind approaching her consciousness, and Gnicia gradually began to doze off. She pinched her face a few times with her hands that were still easy to move, and the blood stains remained at the corners of her mouth, but she couldn't help it at all. Stop the approach of sleepiness.

She was about to fall asleep.

As long as she closes her eyes, she will leave this "life", at least temporarily.

She will have new clothes, a new identity, and move on to the next stage of her life...according to the requirements of the sages.

This made her feel slight resistance and fear.

Time will continue to flow, but will the future be better?

……

In the future, it will definitely be better, right?

An unsatisfactory ending at the end of Section 80

Although she won the victory on the battlefield, Marianne did not feel the slightest joy.

Outside the frontal battle, a terrible conflict befell the order of nuns from the monastery of Mount Santa.

It is not surprising that anything happens on the battlefield. Even if the nuns who are not capable of fighting have been arranged to evacuate from the secret passage, Marianne is also mentally prepared that they will encounter accidents... But she thought that the attack on the nuns would be in the An orc patrolling in the wild, because in the past three days, she has received news of the death of dozens of people intermittently, including some civilians who wanted to escape, and the outer sentinels of the empire, etc...

The orc has a scouting force with very good mobility. Naturally, she will not be optimistic that sending people out of the city will be fine.She thought about many bad situations, orcs, wild beasts in the mountains, and even wandering bandits—but she never thought that the one who would attack them would be...

"Red, Hood, Cap."

Candles flickered in candle trays.

Marian sat in the office of the barracks, looking at Numeria expressionlessly.

It was the first time that Numeria felt afraid in front of her. They had been together for many years, and they had slept together since they were still little nuns without a house, but this intimate partner showed such a terrifying appearance like now, She was indeed meeting for the first time.

Ever since her relationship with the alien was shattered, Marianne no longer smiled as she did when she was younger.

She became a little more serious, and the later nuns rarely saw her smile sincerely in public. Most of the time, Marianne only had a slightly polite smile.Numeria knew that a hurt relationship would cause heartache that would last a long time, but Marianne was not the kind of woman who would bluntly expose her pain, so...

She had never seen Marianne so indifferent.

A storm brewed in her knight's heart, and the quieter it was before it erupted, the more violent it erupted.

The retinue nun felt her heart ache, because she was leading the matter into an irreparable abyss with her own hands—but she had to say so.

"Are you sure?"

Marian put her hands on the table, her index finger pressed the bridge of her nose, and the space between her hands covered the tip of her nose and mouth, making it harder for Numeria to read her expression.

"I...found this."

After hesitating for a moment, Numeria put something wrapped in burlap on the table.She knew that Marianne was not in the mood to play guessing games, so she shook the cloth away and let her see what was hidden inside:

A dagger stained with blood and dirt.

"When I returned to the scene, they threw this on the ground." Numelia closed her eyes in pain, she didn't want to look at Marianne because she was so despicable at the moment. "Those gangsters hurt Tiberias with this."

Marianne calmly picked up the dagger.

Finely crafted, although it is not a high-value item in terms of the material of the iron and wood handle, for the well-informed, it has a rather obvious artistic style.

This weapon is of the hand of an elf.

The blade is very thick, but there is an empty slot near the root to reduce the weight. The extra curved surface makes it completely different from the crude products of ordinary humans; what is even more rare is that even if there is no luxurious gold and silver jewelry to decorate it, The wooden handle of the dagger is still engraved with beautiful patterns, and it is filled with different-colored wood powder, and the glossy varnish is applied to smooth the surface, making it look like a work of art.

The blacksmiths of the empire do not have this kind of skill. If you insist, only the real big shots or rich people will use these tricks, and the possibility of using it to commit murder... is really slim.

In the empire, the only people who would kill with such a weapon were elves.

Marianne held the dagger tightly, and the complex emotions in her heart almost overwhelmed her.

She sold herself to the devil, won the war, but lost everyone close to her?

If she had known this earlier, she might as well have sent someone to chase Numeria Flynn after Nista Lisa appeared... She had indeed considered this, but she gave up in the end.

The matter of the magic dragon cannot be told to outsiders, just like what she and Numelia said, in the field of these extraordinary affairs, the best way to keep it secret is to prevent anyone from accessing the relevant information—no matter what Whether it's positive or negative, it doesn't matter.

Especially not to let Flynn know.

The slightly introverted girl is the descendant of her and the angel. Marianne cares about her very much, but at the same time she is very afraid of her own flesh and blood.

—Children of angels.

For Marianne, she is both a glory and a burden.

The meaning of Flynn is completely different from any descendants of ordinary mortals. The offspring left by angels have "divine nature", that is to say, when necessary, she is the "god" who communicates with the mortal world and collects information from the mortal world. bridge".

For the Catholic Church, she is simply a "living holy thing", so she and her dormitory must take good care of this holy descendant, and let her get in touch with some of the beautiful side of the mortal world - from the vulgar From the point of view, so that they can please the god and his apostles, so as to obtain more blessings that come to the mortal world.

But now...

"Only you are back."

Marianne didn't have any tone, she was just talking about this sentence.

"Yes."

Numeria let out a long sigh, she wiped the corners of her eyes, she had finished crying, now she has to...

"Did everyone else die?"

"I don't know..." Numeria shook her head decadently: "We have to spread out to avoid those nimble guys... They are really... chasing after us, and soon we all got separated , I told other people before, if there is a chance, find a way to detour back to Pine Candle Castle, if not, leave by yourself, go to the nearest village and monastery for help, I think, there must be someone who survived. "

"..."

Marianne closed her eyes, she tapped on the table, and said nothing.

After a long time, she opened her eyes to Numeria and said with a downcast expression, "I hope so. It's not your fault. You are lucky to be back. Tell me, where did they take Flynn?"

Flynn was not killed, according to Numeria, she was hijacked.

Those who attacked the nuns knew the value of Flynn, but they didn't make any demands on Numeria, they just took Flynn away—no matter how they thought, they should have other plans.

Hijacking a saint?While feeling the humiliation, Marian's scalp was also numb.

Those who would do such blasphemous things must be extremely extreme heretics... This is in line with the identities of those druids. Although the empire recognizes this primitive belief close to nature, the elf society and the state religion are always incompatible. Now that the Celtic civilization in Gaul is on the verge of breaking away from the empire, it seems reasonable that the extremists in it would do things that would tarnish the state religion.

But what are these heretics going to do by kidnapping a Holy Seed?Are they going to take this opportunity to blackmail the Empire, or... some horrible, filthy blasphemy?Either way, it is really a disgrace to the entire monastery.

The more she thought about it, the more anxious she became.

Adria clearly helped her on the battlefield, so why did she allow her subordinates to do such a thing?

Love and hatred were entangled at this moment, making it difficult for the exhausted head nun to breathe. Her breathing became heavier and heavier. Numeria, who realized that something was wrong, hurried up and pressed her hands over her shoulder.

"Calm down, Mary." She comforted in a low voice: "It's not necessarily what you imagined, Belgica's red hood is leaderless now, we can't rule out that someone did these things privately... Besides, Ms. Silver Oak is not here. The position of governor, I think, there must be some misunderstanding in this."

Marianne clenched her fists, she trembled twice, and then slammed heavily on the table.

"Damn elves."

She cursed helplessly.

She grasped Numeria's statement—not because it made sense, but because Marianne still wanted to think so subjectively.She asked: "Those guys, can you roughly see which direction they came from, or where they left?"

"They went east when they left. I did see some, but I'm not sure if it's a cover..."

"The elves act in a more straightforward style, or in other words, primitive."

Marianne relaxed a little, and she leaned back slightly, letting herself rest on the servant's chest.

This is really one of the few things that can make her feel at ease.

"Toulus, are you still there?"

The head nun called out, and soon, a crooked middle-aged man walked in.

This is the centurion of the only veteran company in Pine Candle Castle. He was cut on his arm during the daytime battle. Fortunately, the injury was very light. After applying the wound medicine, he only wrapped it with a bandage. ; but a huge tame wolf broke his leg, and now he stumbles somewhat.

"Please tell me." The centurion looked at Marian carefully.

"I remember some Red Hoods fighting with us. Are there any survivors?"

"Is it the prisoners who were brought in before? Yes, there are... But no one cares about them for the time being. I saw two just now."

"Take them..." Marianne suppressed the order to "execute them". "Let it go, tell them that the Red Hood is still a disobedient organization, and their crimes are still the same, but this time let them spare their lives."

"Yes."

"Have you arranged for people to search in the mountains?"

"Yes, I sent a few teams out, and the priest who returned also mobilized some volunteers. I believe there should be results tomorrow."

Marianne was still a little worried. She subconsciously grabbed a small piece of discarded letter paper on the table, but she didn't realize that as she grasped it, the paper slowly began to turn red, and then slightly burned.

"That warlord... don't let him die, he is still useful, if he refuses to eat, he will be anesthetized and forced to feed him. In addition, starting tomorrow morning, people will post notices to Belgica and the Vosges Valley, Ask the empire-controlled area to capture the wandering 'Red Hood' and unidentified wandering elves, especially elves who are mixed with humans, and treat them as dangerous kidnappers, understand?"

"understood."

"I have to go back to Paris to report on my duties, but I will write an order to..."

Marianne suddenly found the burning paper in her hand. She frowned and rubbed her hands, and the paper turned into fly ash.

"Let's do this first."

Tulus nodded, ready to retreat, but at the end, he stood at the door: "Your Excellency, there are some things... I don't know if I should say it or not."

"Go ahead."

"Your recent deeds are too astonishing, so... the brothers below secretly gave you a title."

"...what is it?"

This is finally a slightly pleasing thing. After all, Marianne still has some wonderful ideas about winning some secular honors, but she really never thought that one day she would be nicknamed by others, or , this came sooner.

"'The Unburnt.' That's what they call you."

Chapter 84 Ending speech

After thinking about it, it is better to simply say something at the end of the paper.

_(:з」∠)_Well... Although the data in this article was better than that of "The Empress" before it was put on the shelves, the overall situation on the shelves is about the same - a little better than before. After all, we also have some regular readers who have a slightly more appetite ?

However, it is probably due to the fact that Shuke’s recent web page promotion is GG, it is much more difficult to get new recommendations, and it is even more difficult for those with mediocre grades to want to eat recommendations... So it may take a while to wait for the number of words to increase. It's time for a new push.

As of this chapter, this book is the first volume of about 30 words. From the perspective of the background, the war scene in the middle is really not very pleasing, which probably has something to do with our description and the depression of the overall situation.

——It is really a big no-no for the main character not to play enough role in the story.

Sometimes I think it is better to delete the first volume and start over again, but since it is already on the shelves, in order to be worthy of the subscribed readers, I should continue on.

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The following is a slightly more textual part (which can be regarded as an introduction to the following content):

This book tells the story of a girl who doesn't understand anything (could even be said to be far more stupid than her peers?) and gradually grows up.

Relatively speaking, the Middle Ages in this article are not so dark - it is the kind of bright medieval story (laughs).

Each volume will tell a relatively independent area and a relatively independent story group to structure the world view.If you don't like a part of the story, you can skip a paragraph without particularly affecting reading.

The beginning of the story is at the end of the fifth century, but the timeline will advance. If there is no problem, as promised in "The Empress", the book will eventually advance to around the seventeenth and eighteenth centuries.

For quite a long period of time, the protagonist's area of ​​activity is within Germany and France.

In terms of emotional drama...

It does not seem to be a story of loyalty.

Of course, heterosexuality is not involved, and the protagonist's sister will not be pried into corners, only she pries others, and even if there is any interaction, it is still a family matter.