Serious Witch's Travel Book

"No, see you anyway."

Although a little apprehensive, Gnicia still felt that she should say hello and ask, just like what "Life" said to her before this trip, she had to learn to communicate and get along with other mortals normally.

If she can learn to take the initiative to deal with strangers, maybe she will receive a reward?

The owner of the tavern opened the door, and quickly walked back to the two of them. The coachman went out to lead the horse, so Gnicia followed the owner to find the "headman" of the elves, and wanted to ask them if they could share a room. come out.

"Excuse me, ma'am."

He knocked on the door of the room cautiously, and he could tell that although this was his own room, the residents here were indeed of the "not to be messed with" type in his perception.

Nothing happened inside.

"Excuse me, ma'am, could I bother to come out and have a chat?"

The boss knocked on the door three more times before there was any movement inside.

"Wait."

Just one word, concise and concise.

"Okay."

After getting an affirmative answer, the boss immediately withdrew his hand, as if the door was something dangerous.

The resident inside is obviously a quick person. After agreeing to communicate, she opened the door almost in the blink of an eye—but there was only a crack, and she hid behind the wooden door. The two people standing at the door could not see She was nowhere to be seen.

"Say."

Another word—her voice sounded quite young, but it was indifferent and impersonal.

The boss obviously didn't want to talk. He rubbed his hands and gave Gnicia the initiative: "Uh...you please?"

The girl hesitated for a moment, and explained her intention to the elf who was hiding in the house and refused to meet people: "Hello, I am a passing traveler, I need a place to rest, and your people have reserved too many rooms , so I thought... would you be accommodating and provide me with a place to rest? Well, I'll pay for it..."

Money is everything—that's what "wisdom" entrusts to her.

There was no response in the room for a while, and after waiting for a while, Gnicia began to feel that she was about to be rejected. When she was about to persuade her further, she suddenly heard a strange rhetorical question:

"You want to sleep with me?"

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Tips.1: "Tail descendants" - as explained a little earlier, the division of the orc tribes by the imperial people is mainly based on some of their most obvious characteristics.

Those with a tail as big as a beast are Tailborn, those with horns on their heads are Hornborn, and those with only beast-like ears are Earborn (there are also long-eared people) and so on—these Black Forest orcs appear in the first volume The difference between gray-skinned orcs is obvious, and some anthropologists advocate that "sub-human" should be used to refer to gray-skinned orcs, but this kind of thinking is not mainstream at present.

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Chapter 89 005. Intercourse and Dreams

"Yes."

Gnicia answered without thinking.

The woman in the room was silent for a while, and said, "A human being? How old are you...?"

"Uh, 17 years old..."

This is something she deliberately asked the sages during her rest in the chapel.

Surprisingly, the sages didn't really have a clue about her age—they even had a discussion about it, and the final opinion was, "It's the happiest thing for a girl to never reach it." .

So even though Gnicia still doesn't quite understand what this sentence means, her age is still defined as such.

For this reason, the sages even adjusted her body a little bit, roughly, "the place that should be fat is fatter, the place that should be thinner is thinner, the eyes are bigger, the buttocks are rounder"... and so on.

There was no sound in the room again.

As the sun set and the sky began to cool down, Gnicia folded her arms anxiously, and asked the elf in the house again: "Is it convenient for you, ma'am?"

"..."

"……come in."

The door opened slightly wider.

Seeing that the coachman just brought the carriage in, Gnicia waved at him and pointed to the room: "I'm sleeping here."

"Then good lady, I will wait for you in the lobby of the tavern tomorrow morning."

So Gnicia walked through the open door.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw the female elf hiding behind the door and pressing the handle.

It was a tall and slender lady. She was wearing a very close-fitting black thick cotton jacket to wrap herself tightly. In addition, there was a sleeveless dark brown leather vest on the outside, which provided some additional protection for her upper body.

At this time when the sun and the moon alternate, it is difficult for Gnicia to see the details clearly, but she can still see that this elf lady has fine black hair just past the ears, the bangs on the forehead are not too long, and the ears and temples are also deliberately trimmed However, the hair will not affect her vision due to any circumstances.

The elf's complexion is obviously pale, and the eyes on the slightly bright side are slightly sharp in the dark. Even when facing a traveler like Gnicia who seems to be helpless, she did not slack off in the slightest In other words, a vague vigor surrounded the elf, which made Gnicia feel a little dangerous.

This is... a warrior.

Even without looking at the dagger hanging around her waist, Gnicia could draw such a conclusion subjectively.

Gnicia, who is not deeply involved in the world, can only rely on her own experience to make judgments, and the object she uses for comparison is undoubtedly Marianne.

This elf is completely different from the nun Chang'an she is a little familiar with. Marianne has a strong personality, and her demeanor also reveals a fierce aura. The kind of person that was written on her face—she looked more like an upright and competent soldier than the sloppy soldiers Gnicia had seen.

If Marianne is like a lion, then this lady in front of her...

Maybe it's a cheetah hiding in the dark grass, maybe an owl watching on a branch, or maybe a rattlesnake staring at you from nowhere - although she has cut her hair short, she still has a bit of femininity lurking in her waiting posture In the middle, her body leans slightly against the wooden door, and the slightly slanted curve draws a very graceful line from her waist and abdomen to the sides of her legs. An amazing flexibility is brewing on her quietly tense thighs, ready to move forward. Fat - it all filled her with a kind of...

wild.

Her eyes were fixed on Gnicia, but as the girl stood still in front of her, the very readable guard began to fade away.

"Hello."

Gnicia didn't dare to make a fuss, and she greeted the older lady honestly.

And the other party didn't... want to talk to her that much.The female elf extruded a vague "hmm" from her throat as a reply, and she gently pushed the door shut after Gnicia entered the room, and then inserted the latch inside the door.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward, Gnicia was overwhelmed by the female elf's vigilance, she quickly glanced around the room, and under the hazy new moonlight, she saw two simple bedside beds connected at right angles. Wooden windows, a brazier placed in the middle of the room, and a pair of simple wooden tables and chairs against the wall on the other side, besides... oh, I can’t say there is nothing else, she is still standing on the wall perpendicular to the outer wall On the bed, I saw a big bow.

The other party didn't seem to want to take the initiative to speak, so Gnicia had to start the conversation herself.Pointing to the bed where nothing was placed, she asked, "Can I rest on the bed first?"

"Ah."

The other party only pronounced one syllable again.

Gnicia walked towards the bed uneasily, and she began to wonder if she made a mistake in choosing this way.

Maybe she should, not stay overnight or something, but ask the other party to live in another room?

This kind of small thought became more vigorous as the sound of the elf's leather boots gradually approached, but Gnicia felt that she really couldn't bear to say so.

The elf sat beside her bed, watching Gnicia from the corner of her eye.And the girl took off her shoes, she sat on the bed for a while, and began to feel sleepy, so she lay down.

She should have something to eat first, she hasn't had dinner yet.

But seeing the elf sitting on the bed next to her, and then thinking about going out and having to pass in front of the other person, and then having to say hello... Gnicia was a little timid.

It's better to wait a little while until the elf stops paying so much attention to her.

Her thoughts were good, but after a bumpy day in the car, Gnicia's physical strength had already been a little weak. It was okay outside, but she started to feel drowsy as soon as she touched the bed. During a yawn, her consciousness gradually blurred.

……

Gnicia didn't sleep till dawn, she had a dream.

To tell you the truth, the dream was a little... shameful, because she dreamed of Adria.

This dream was so clear and so organized that she even wondered if the sages had retraced the time for her and brought her back to that somewhat sweet night.

Because she found that she could even make some changes... It was still the wooden shed, the same haystack, and the figure quietly active under the sheets, but this time, Gnicia took the initiative a little bit.

She learned to cooperate—from Numeria—she no longer resisted stiffly, but showed herself better to the red-haired elf.

There was no more communication, but she seemed to have established a strange connection with another spirit through this dream... She felt part of the emotions originating from the other party.

The tip of her tongue was more flexible than last time, and Gnicia was even more tender and juicy.

Both are very satisfied.

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Well, not this time?

The sages didn't eat anything, really nothing!

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So when she woke up, Gnicia was immersed in an unbearable passion.

She found that it was much brighter outside the window, because of the bright moon, a beam of quiet and elegant moonlight shone into the room through the small window on the top, illuminating a passage in front of the door.

Also, there was a thick quilt on her body, which was obviously covered by someone else.

She heard the small crackling sound, but it came from the brazier placed between the two beds. Charcoal was burned in the basin, and the red and gray embers made the whole room much warmer. Mars, the dense heat seems to be within reach.

Who lit the fire?

Gnicia was a little confused, she rubbed her eyes and got up, but saw that the clinical elf was also awake.

The somewhat indifferent lady was lying on the bed with her head propped on one hand, and she didn't even take off her clothes. When Gnicia's movements made the bed make creaking noises, her eyes turned away almost at the same moment. on the girl.

Under the faint firelight and the bright moonlight, those blue-gray eyes are not as lacking in spirit as their master's indifferent words.

The other party still didn't take the initiative to speak.Gnicia looked at the quilt on her body and whispered to her, "Thank you."

The elf just hummed as usual, of course, this time she pointed to the ground, and Gnicia looked over where she pointed, and found a bowl and a wooden dinner plate on the ground, and the bowl contained some kind of white soup , and there were a few scones cut into strips on the dinner plate.

"Is it for me?"

The elf nodded again.

Probably a tavern meal?She remembered that the coachman paid the accommodation fee before coming in, and the boss seemed to say that he was in charge of a meal.

Anyway, if you don't eat, you don't eat for nothing-her stomach is just empty.

There is vegetable soup in the bowl, but it should be mixed with batter. The whole soup tastes very rich, with a faint milky smell. There are a few pieces of pickled bulb vegetables under the scones, which are very salty, but they are just right for dinner.

It should have taken a long time for the food to be delivered, even if it has been kept on the side of the charcoal fire, it is already a bit cold, but Gnicia can't care about that much anymore, the feeling of emptiness in her stomach prompted her to gobble up all these simple farm dishes Swallowed it and there was nothing left.

After filling her belly, she burped in satisfaction, swiped a few times in the washbasin by the table, and then sat back on the bed.

She found an embarrassing thing, the elf had been staring at her.

"What are you looking at" - Gnicia wanted to ask this very much. When she stared at the huge ball representing "Power" before, "Power" would ask her back like this.

She held back, though, because the words didn't seem very friendly.

"Is there something on my face?"

She euphemistically expressed that she didn't want to be stared at all the time, but the elf was still looking at her.

Finally, the elf gave the following evaluation: "You eat a lot."

It was still straightforward and to the point. Fortunately, Gnicia couldn't understand the content contained in it that might make people who care about their weight go into a rage.

Of course, the elves themselves are not malicious.

Then it was the girl's turn to ask back—"Aren't you going to sleep?"

"woke up."

"Why, is this...?"

Gnicia looked up, and the easiest way to tell the time given to her by the sages was the sun rising and the moon setting—when the sun was in the middle of the sky, it was noon, and vice versa, it was midnight.

If she was not mistaken, it should be around midnight, maybe just after midnight, maybe not yet.

The elf looked at her and rolled his eyes imperceptibly: "You bark too loudly."

"Uh, barking?"

Gnicia felt bewildered.

"bed."

"……what is that?"