Serious Witch's Travel Book

She is born with a body that is not a baby, and she has no special concept about it, and naturally she doesn't have any special taboos.

After hearing her words, Serentina's hands holding her hand tightened suddenly, but they were released within a few seconds.

"I understand. Nuowen." She looked at the elf who had been in the same room with Gnicia for half a night before, and ordered, "Give me a cleansing stone."

The elf's slender eyebrows trembled imperceptibly, and immediately took something out of the bag and handed it to Serentina.

"Nightmares haunt you, and they can help you."

With a gentle smile, the elf showed Gnicia the ball she held between her fingers.

"Nightmare?"

Under the moonlight, the ball with the diameter of two knuckles exudes a beautiful and soft light green reflection. It seems to be a polished jade ball, which is different from common gemstones... Gnicia thought of the piece that was said to be The pendant snapped from Adria should be made of the same material.

"That's right, what you have experienced is not real, but it is more terrifying than the reality of the mortal world."

She reached out to the corner of Ragnesia's skirt, and the girl instinctively held down her clothes.

But the two elves held Gnicia's arms under Serentina's gesture.

"Nightmare will silently devour your mind. It is invisible and ubiquitous. Its traces lurk in the depths of your body, changing you in a way that mortals cannot perceive at all... I think, just You cannot fight it alone."

Ankle, knee, and up through the thigh.

The exposed skin was a little cold, and Gnicia wanted to clamp her legs, but the elf had already occupied a suitable position.

"Relax, you should trust a druid."

She stretched out her hands to caress Gnicia's legs, those hands seemed to have magical power, and every place she touched became limp and weak.

The jade ball was attached to the girl's body, and under the pressure of the elf's fingers, it gave Gnicia a vague sense of fullness.

"Relax and let it absorb the malice lurking in your body."

Chapter 92 008. Appeasement

Gnicia tried to struggle a few times, but she soon found that it was completely futile.

The two elves holding her arms on the side of the bed seem to be useless, but they are actually staring at her closely. If she moves a little, the two will restrict her movements, not to mention moving her arms. She couldn't even move her back.

Serentina didn't continue to press the jade ball on her body, but pinched it with two fingers, slowly turning it against Gnicia's skin.

Although the jade ball has been polished into a uniform circle, its surface is not completely smooth.The craftsman who made it carved several shallow dents on its surface, and the tactile sensation produced by the friction on the girl's skin made Gnicia feel uncomfortable—or rather itchy.

Fortunately, such strange things did not last forever, Serentina quickly stopped her hands, straightened her waist, held the emerald green jade ball and placed it under the moonlight shining in from the window, The green jade is still bright in color, but there is an extra layer of ambiguous moist luster on the surface.

She narrowed her eyes—the pale green eyes focused all her eyes on the sphere.

Relying on the brilliance of the moon as the background, she caught a glimpse of a few dark spots in it.

"Let go of her."

The elf picked up a handkerchief and wrapped the jade ball in satisfaction.

As soon as she was released, the first thing Gnicia did was to cover her skirt in a hurry. Like a frightened rabbit, she shrank to the wall, dragged the quilt around her body, and watched vigilantly. Looking at the elves in the room.

"Don't be nervous, it shouldn't bother you anymore."

Serentina handed the handkerchief to another elf, and she walked to the bed again, bowed her head, put her hands on her knees, and showed a gentle smile to Gnicia who was obviously a little frightened: "Since ancient times, it has been the responsibility of every druid to maintain the pure land of dreams. Sometimes we may take some drastic measures, or our methods may be unacceptable to imperial people like you... However, we have no malicious intentions."

She stretched out her hand and stroked the girl's forehead again while Gnicia curled up nervously.

Afterwards, the blond elf didn't stay here any longer. She looked at the elf who was staying in the same room as Gnicia, and after a little hesitation, she ordered, "Comfort her a little, I'll leave this place to you."

Sitting on the edge of the bed, the elf who hadn't participated in it just nodded silently.

They don't look so harmonious.

The others quickly exited the room, and then only Gnicia and one other person remained.

"In the end..." The girl's spirit has not been able to break free from the weird experience just now, she is still a little dazed, and urgently needs a simpler and understandable explanation.So she looked at the female elf who was sitting by the bed, staring at the embers in the brazier in a daze, and asked her, "Can I know what this is... Should I ask the tribune to uphold justice for me?"

In any case, she must be very unhappy now.

Even being deliberately rubbed on the shoulders by someone on the street would cause unpleasantness, let alone being suddenly surrounded by a few strangers in the middle of the night, and then doing their hands up and down?

What's more, they also... To be honest, even if someone picks someone's nose out of nowhere, it's a bad provocation, isn't it? ...

Gnicia can still maintain a certain level of calm simply because she is not worried about her own safety. If it were an ordinary person, she would definitely make a big noise at this time, causing everyone in the farm to get up Onlookers.

"better not."

The black-haired elf still didn't speak much.

"why?"

Gnicia was outraged.

"Because it's useless. The hunting group is directly responsible for the lord here, and Serentina has the power to kill people. You can express your dissatisfaction to the tribunes, but no one will take care of you."

This was the longest sentence she said tonight, but the girl frowned upon hearing it.

In her impression, the Vosges Valley is still the territory of the empire. Although the border town here has a high degree of autonomy, at least the supervisors of the empire will be stationed here all the year round, and the imperial decrees are also unimpeded here. The wanted soldiers are—according to the laws of the empire, although the lords of various places have the right to formulate private laws for their own territories, in any event where there is a substantial conflict between private law and public law, public law must prevail.

However, it might not work for her to use this as an argument, because she herself is simply a "black account" now - there is no evidence to prove that she is an imperial person, she has no tribe, clan, or any family line In fact, she has never paid taxes or owned any notarized property... The elf is indeed right, even if she went to the tribune, there would probably be no one to help her.

But Gnicia had another layer in mind.

Serentina is a druid?

She herself too!

That's right - after tossing the previous body until it was temporarily inconvenient to use, Gnicia's new identity now is a little-known traveling druid.

The abilities she can use include [Way of Prosperity] and [Way of Dreams].

Moreover, there were all kinds of problems caused by incompetence before, although "Power" was still reluctant this time, and did not want to give her a so-called "cheating" guidance alone, but under the guidance of other sages, Upon request, He let Gnicia learn some basic druid spells, or "how to use them".

Unlike the more systematic "arcana" based on the power of the eight winds--the imperial people usually call it "witchcraft"--the vast majority of druid spells are not so "reasonable".

In order to create a spell with actual energy efficiency, arcane art needs to set up a "formula" first, using the caster's own magic essence and spiritual power to shape a spell shell, and then guide materials, or other extracted magic essence to fill it , and finally can be induced to make it effective.

There are many kinds of arcane arts with powerful effects, but it is very difficult for ordinary people to master the profound skills. Even the most common spells used by most mages who have been immersed in them all their lives are just those that do not require materials and do not cost much. Time to prepare the magic trick.

According to "Strength", this field is not for "gifted" people, and children like Gnicia who are especially favored should learn to use some "unreasonable" things.

Much of the lore of shaman and druid magic falls into the "unreasonable" category.

They actually belong to a form of power that is different from arcane arts, but "power" didn't talk too much about mysticism. He just told Gnicia that the back door has been opened, as long as Gnicia doesn't To do something that is very bad for nature, such as "set fire on the mountain, and I am in the house", the natural forces of this planet will give her enough grace.

As for the specific performance... I can't do big things yet, but it's okay to control the flowers and plants a little bit. It is said that she can also use this to do some simple communication with the goblin, but she has never seen a goblin, so she doesn't know if it can be done.

In short, in this place where most people don't have special abilities, she can prove that her entry-level skills are still no problem.

But when she thought of being held up and unable to move just now, Gnicia faltered again.

The elves are indeed following the druid beliefs, and even the Valley of the Vosges also upholds the druid way, but just like the human church system is strict, the druids are also divided into three, six, and nine ranks.

Compared with a Druid like Serentina who has her own followers, and a person like Gnicia... who can only be said to be a Druid, the two sides are so different that they cannot be compared at all. .

What's more, Gnicia is still a human being, and human converts have always been slightly weaker.

After recognizing her own situation, Gnicia gave up her serious thoughts.

If you get touched, just touch it, anyway, she...seems quite "cheap".

The few people who touched her never seriously asked her opinion, Adria was like this, Numeria and Marianne were like this, Serentina was still—if it wasn't for Gnicia herself, she was still a little bit virtuous. With the shame people teach her, she almost thinks her body is something that can be played with casually.

She tugged the quilt unhappily and lay back on the bed again.

"..."

The female elf glanced at her, took a wooden stick to pick the charcoal in the brazier, and then fell down.

The girl was a little annoyed, she couldn't fall asleep, and turned over several times in a row, the lingering and wonderful thoughts not only didn't recede, but became more intense.

—she wanted to touch herself.

Sounds absurd, right?

But she does think so now.

The blond female elf rubbed against Gnicia with her small ball. When she closed her eyes, she would think about many things, and her hands would keep grabbing her legs.

But there were other people in the room, it was too embarrassing, and she always felt that this was a bad thing, so she relied on her willpower to force it down.

Can……

toss and turns.

toss and turns.

toss and turns.

She just couldn't stay still.

Well, just touch it, okay?she……

Gnicia slowly leaned against the wall, facing the door, after all, she was also afraid that someone would come in suddenly, or her roommate would suddenly get up again.

After that, she began to try to pull up the long skirt under the quilt, and began to touch the skin on her legs with her fingers.

It feels surprisingly smooth.

The touch that can be felt by the palm makes her very satisfied, and even has a sense of joyful comfort. This is not the feeling she passively receives, but the experience of being an active toucher.Smooth as cream, the flawless skin surface allows her to glide unimpeded on the surface without any slight effort, and whenever she exerts a little force, the slight sinking feeling of her fingers makes her taste the extremely happy tolerance and possession.

Touching one's own thigh is really a worthless thing, but Gnicia has really realized the reason why others are willing to touch her - if she can find pleasure in it, what about other people?

... what about other places?

She began to lose control of her thoughts and started to care about further things.

Of course, we will not allow this dangerous thing to continue.

Suddenly there was a faint but clear coughing sound in the room.

It was so ear-piercing in the quiet night that the frightened furtive girl pulled her fingers out hastily.

"I'm still awake."

In the darkness, Gnicia, whose heart was beating fast, heard a mutter.

"Feel sorry."

"You can go on, it's kind of fun."

"..."

The elf's words were like a bucket of cold water poured on Gnicia's body, making her lose all interest.

Gnicia couldn't help complaining, "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"Serentina let me watch you."

"Yeah, she asked you to 'comfort' me." Gnicia said angrily, "I didn't see you comforting me either. Do you know? I hate you very much now."

In all fairness, Gnicia didn't dislike that druid, she was just a little out of ideas; but the strange behavior of this black-haired elf really made her unhappy, and she really regretted knocking on this room If the tavern owner hadn't said that the person inside looked like a leader... If she was given another chance, she would rather knock on Serentina's door, at least it would be better than being teased by such sweet words.

"'Comfort'? How can I comfort you."

The two of them were separated by the head of the bed, and they couldn't see each other, but Gnicia glanced at it, and the black-haired elf was still lying flat on the bed, not moving.

Gnicia really wanted to ignore her and go to sleep, but her prejudices came first, and the elf's words seemed a little provocative to her ears.

"I'd be glad if you didn't say a word for the rest of the day until dawn."

The girl turned her head towards the wall angrily.

I really hate it... How could she live with this kind of person?

Gnicia, whose interest was suddenly aroused, tried to forget the embarrassment just now, but sometimes people are like this: the more you want to forget, the more you will remember it firmly.

She closed her eyes and started counting sheep, trying to sleep through the rest of the night.

But after all the mess, the girl realized that she might have missed the time to sleep, she couldn't get into the state no matter what, she just lay on the bed in vain to pass the time.

After maybe a quarter of an hour, or maybe an hour, the girl heard another sentence from the darkness:

"……have you slept?"

She didn't want to talk to the elf.

But... She heard some noises, the old wooden bed would creak and creak as long as it moved a little bit, even if the elves were very light, it was inevitable that they would make some noise.