Serious Witch's Travel Book

Her hug stiffened Catwoman's riding a little.

"Hermesa."

"...Hell, it's...forget it. If you call me privately, you can call me Misha directly."

……

Then, until the gate of the village of Malparin, Gnicia played a little game of Scrabble in silence.

She didn't know how to write the orc characters, so she made up the name "Helmesa" with the sounds she could understand, but according to Hermesa's meaning, it didn't seem to be a whole word, so she put it again Disassembled into "Hel'Mesa", I think that's probably the case.

She is trying to summarize some interesting language rules, perhaps like the suffixes "Palin" and "Ned" that the elves use to express the concept of the settlement level, but are rarely directly translated in the common language. It will also appear in other alien cultures-the "Hel" mentioned by Catwoman should be one of them. It probably has some special meaning, but Hermisa is unwilling to explain it, and Gnicia is also inconvenient Ask.

The girl had to think about it alone, but half an hour was wasted.

It must be mentioned a little bit that Hermisha mentioned to her about mating again on the way.

A considerable part of Gnicia's "knowledge" comes from the experience of spending a good night with two nuns that night. Numeria's teachings to her are actually in a twisted and conservative category on a certain level. She has no intention of interfering, so now Gnicia naturally thinks that things like going to bed should not be mentioned casually, and even if they are done hard, they should be reserved and gray things.

In the final analysis, this is also the general attitude of nuns: "mutual support" between women is not prohibited in any rules and regulations of the Catholic Church, but at the same time, it is not an elegant thing that can be put on the table, and it has become a kind of mutual understanding. declared gray area.

Everything is allowed-but you can't just talk to outsiders.

But Hermisha's concept is not like this. I don't know if it's her family's problem, or the difference between orc culture and human beings. When she needs to get a response from Gnicia, her words will be very straightforward, making the already Gnicia with some experiences couldn't adapt at all, and even wanted to find a hole to get into.

Anyway, the ass is facing outward.

What did our catwoman probably ask?

She asked about Gnicia's family views, including how many descendants Gnicia can accept to raise at the same time, and whether she wants to try to combine with other members of the tribe after the end of a round of births, and whether she has even formed a family consisting of multiple children. Hope to get the needs of the family that her favored tribe members build together.

Afterwards, do you have any experience, favorite postures, etc.——

It also includes where they live together...and Gnicia's favorite food tastes, toys and decorations.

In short, the questions about food, clothing, housing and transportation are almost the same, and it is probably just a matter of naming the descendants.

It's a pity that Gnicia can't and can't answer these questions.

This kind of overly straightforward question made the girl feel that she had been seriously harassed, but she could hardly feel any hostility and disgust towards this petite and cute (relative when she was not grinning) girl, so she had to support her. He hawed and hawed vaguely, muddled the past without saying almost anything meaningful.

Her rapidly overheated head actually failed to receive most of the information at all, but only a small part was enough to make her feel... an unbearable restlessness.

Of course... until Malparin's gate appeared in sight, Gnicia didn't figure out what she should do in order to make offspring with Hermisha.

This is so esoteric.

The horse stopped at the door, and Hermisha turned over and wanted to knock on the door, but Gnicia quickly stopped her in a low voice: "Wait, help me first..."

She motioned to Hermisa to help her down. The horse was not tall, and she should have been able to dismount independently, but the bumps along the way made her legs numb, and what's more, the excessive words and formulas made the girl feel like she was on her own. The entire abdomen is hot and weak, and I can't straighten my waist.

Hermisha walked to her side and was about to help her, but her little nose suddenly sniffed twice.

Gnicia's face froze, and as expected, Catwoman then asked, "Why are you in heat here?"

"...Help me down first."

It's not all your fault—Gnesia really wanted to complain, but she thought the other party might not understand, so she let it go.

After helping Gnicia with weak legs, Hermisha continued to "teach" unconsciously: "Can't you control your emotions? This is not okay, you need more training .”

"understood……"

Gnicia bit the bullet and rubbed her stomach a few times.

Perhaps it was the conversation between the two people at the door that alarmed the people inside. Before Hermisa went up to knock on the door, the gate of the village was slowly pushed open a crack.

A lantern was stretched out first, and the light of the candle immediately illuminated the surroundings, and then half of the head poked out from the position above, those sneaky eyes quickly scanned the surroundings, and then issued There was a little surprise mixed with sleepy cheers: "Misha, you're back!"

The voice sounded exactly like that "brother".

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open a little, and a yawning elf night watchman and the boy welcomed the two girls in together.

"Thank goodness, I thought you were lost!"

The boy looked extremely excited, but Hermisa was insensitive to his intense emotions, and instead showed a bit of resistance.

"And you, miss." After touching his face coldly, he began to show his love to Gnicia again: "Fortunately, nothing happened to you, the Romans didn't embarrass you, did they?"

Seeing Gnicia walking crookedly, he reached out to give her a hand, but was declined politely: "Thank you for your concern, they are not... just encountered some accidents, can we find a place to rest for a while?" ?”

"sure--"

Linden Wan, who is Hermisha's elder brother - of course, now that she knows Hermisha's name, Gnicia has a lot of doubts about it - strode to the only local accommodation provider The door of the tavern, and eagerly opened the door.

Fortunately, the boss didn't give them a bad look.

Half a quarter of an hour later, Gnicia, the coachman, and the strange pair of orc and human brothers and sisters sat at the table by the window of the tavern, and talked about the whole matter by moonlight.

"In other words, this is a misunderstanding?"

The coachman looked at the small piece of jade placed in the middle of the wooden table under the moonlight, with envy in his eyes.

"Someone thought it had something to do with elves, so they reported me."

"What about the reality?" Linden asked cautiously.

"Actually, this is an amulet given to me by an ordinary friend. It is by no means evil."

The driver reminded her: "But the gendarmes are not very reasonable, especially this time there is an inspector, you have to be prepared to lose it."

"It's best not to." Gnicia put away the jade pendant sullenly.

The conversation didn't last long, and Gnicia called the coachman aside alone.

"I need you to do me a favor, take me back to Bruyères. Of course, before that, we're going to bring those two gendarmes back..."

Gnicia said as she took out her purse, casually grabbed a handful from it and handed it to the driver.

"Too many, miss," said the coachman.

"Take it, it's the cost of the journey. I need you to take me back to Bruyères tomorrow, is it convenient for you?"

"I'm not bad for a day, and you paid enough to buy them all."

——During the time that followed, Gnicia asked for a separate guest room in order to have a good night's sleep.

The moon has passed the middle, and it is impossible for them to go on the road again tonight. It is better to have a good rest and wait until tomorrow morning.

There should be nothing wrong with Yelu. She told the elf's night watchman about the forest demon. The other party was very grateful for the information she brought back, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He also said that the forest demon's activities are increasing recently. This small-scale harassment It's really nothing.

The coachman and Linden, who volunteered to be the guard, left one after another. Gnicia took a sip of water, recalling her brave deeds just now, and was so excited that she couldn't sleep well.

Then, she heard a knock on the door.

"Who?"

"I."

"Misha...? What are you doing here?"

The girl's heart suddenly rose.

"That... can you help me." The voice outside the door was low and shy. "Take care of it a little bit..."

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Note: Parts of Spanish in this chapter are pronounced in modern English, which should actually be Imperial (Greek).

But nothing important.

Chapter 105 021. Prison Disaster

"Is...doing this?"

In the darkness, a seductive murmur sounded in the small room.

"Yes, that is, there..."

The suppressed, intermittent, low moans of comfort echoed in Gnicia's ears.

"Will it hurt?" The girl was a little uneasy. She had no experience in this area, and what the sages taught were only theoretical things. She was very worried that it would hurt the fragile girl lying on the bed. "How about I stop for a while?"

"No, that's fine."

Catwoman pursed her lips tightly, her face was blushing, and her breathing became uneven with the squeeze of her fingers, which made Gnicia's heart beat faster for no reason.

This change is very miraculous.

Can you imagine it?Just over ten minutes ago, she was still like that... Strong, calm, although small, she made people feel safe...

But now, she...

Gnicia still slowed down a little bit, the liquid on her fingers bloomed with a wonderful fragrance, which smelled like a fresh and sweet fruity fragrance.

"You can use more force... woo..."

Hermisa narrowed her eyes, and clenched her two rows of small white teeth following Gnicia's obedient force.

"Wisdom" said that the wonderful kung fu on the fingers is also an art, and it is also an art that can hardly achieve anything with hard work alone. Gnicia doesn't know if she is right, but now it seems that at least the first half is no problem.

Letting a woman who is much stronger than me need you, and then help her solve the problem... This is indeed a beautiful art.

Even though she always had a cold face during the day, Hermisha became cute and relaxed on this occasion.

The stark contrast gave Gnicia a wonderful sense of accomplishment, and she couldn't help but wonder if she'd look... cuter if I could make her more comfortable?

Sure enough, girls more or less have a vulnerable side.

Now, Hermisa behaves like her ears and tail - she curled up on the bed like a big cat, her face was rosy, her eyes glistened with tears, her body was curled up as much as possible, leaving only one The white and clean feet were still in Gnicia's hands.

— as every innocent reader realizes, she sprained her foot.

Although not severe, some obvious bruises can still be seen.

Now Gnicia understood where her injury was. After all, Hermesa looked alive and kicking before. Although Linden did say that she had injuries, he didn't say there was anything wrong with it.

"When did you get hurt?" Gnicia's fingers gently stroked the sides of her ankles. She was a little puzzled. After all, Hermisha's skills looked very vigorous, and she was even able to hold on to her ankle just now. Is it because the horses are frightened that the normal people's activities are in an accident?

"... not long ago. I had some conflicts with people."

"Oh……"

This is not surprising, it is inevitable for people who travel far and wide to encounter some conflicts sometimes.

However, considering the previous experience of the siblings, Gnicia couldn't help asking: "The orcs invaded Upper Germania a few days ago, did you not get affected?"

Catwoman's ears suddenly shook twice quickly.

"Ah, I'm sorry—"

Gnicia suddenly realized that the other party had orc blood, and the tone of her words was more or less hostile, which didn't seem very good.Moreover, if they are all orcs after all, it will be better for the same race, right?At least, it won't attack directly like that?

"It's okay." Hermisha shook her head silently, she looked at Gnicia, and said to her: "I don't regard them as the same family, and neither do they... We are just slaves It's nothing more than a relationship with enslavement."

"Uh……?"

Gnicia stuck out her tongue out of nowhere.

"It's nothing."

"Oh……"

The girl lowered her head and continued to knead Catwoman's feet.

She is using the power of "spring" to treat Hermisa to relieve pain and heal internal injuries. The gentle and thriving things at the beginning of all things have the ability to quickly heal pain and remove those malicious nuisances that are entangled in pain. "Rejuvenation" is the name of this spell. It has variants that are cast using two mediums, water and wind. According to the spell classics, "Water" is a better spell for injuries without obvious trauma The medium, Gnicia did exactly that.

However, what she used was not water, but fruit wine brewed by local elves, which is said to have additional effects in relieving sprains.

A little bit of shimmering luster penetrated into Hermisha's skin with Gnicia's massage,

Druid's spells are very gentle. Compared with the "healing" that forcibly restores the body in arcane spells and blessings, it is more inclined to achieve the goal by promoting the body's own self-healing ability, so although it does not take effect immediately , but with Gnicia's massage, at least Hermesa's pain was obviously relieved.

Slowly, Hermisa's eyes became blurred with sleep.

She quickly curled up on the bed and fell asleep crookedly. Gnicia didn't bother her, but pulled the quilt and lay quietly beside her.

Girls... huh?

There is always a wonderful intimacy.

Hermisa kept saying that she wanted to mate with her or something, but in the end she didn't do anything outrageous, not as good as those nuns—of course, those nuns would only do outrageous things when they were "charmed" by her. One point is that she can't blame others, she has to blame herself, or blame the sages.

Obviously, the sages have some "very distinctive" arrangements for her various identities.