Serious Witch's Travel Book

"A lost kitten, or an evil... witch who secretly uses witchcraft to assassinate others on the glorious battlefield of the empire?"

The male, about the age of mid-40s, is starting to look a little older, but his complexion is very good, and it can be seen that he should be a person with a good life.

If the gendarmes who brought her here are right, this should be the "inspector" and "general", who were dispatched from the chief executive's court to the Vosges Valley, and cooperated with the local mayor and the court to set up an inspection department to be in charge of the investigation. Investigate the rebels and capture the top leader of the Red Hood remnant.

He really looks like a professional soldier: deep-set eyes, thick eyelids, hooked nose, thin lips, and a tough and elongated face.Although the Roman-style robe on his body was clean and tidy, it was difficult to cover up the mottled marks on his exposed skin caused by the wind and sun all year round. Obviously, he was different from the ordinary young officers in the capital. Served on the frontier.

From the first impression, he is definitely the kind of upright and simple reliable tough guy——

But Gnicia knew him.

He was one of the two centurions leading the imperial army outside Pinecandlekeep, and it was he who allowed his men to harass and kill Sister Tiberias.

He was a centurion of the Iron Hind Legion, not some general... did he do something to get promoted, or...

Messy thoughts flashed by, followed by a chill from the soles of his feet.

Fear and anger rushed into Gnicia's chest at the same time, and she felt as if a raging wave had set off in her mind. It swept through the girl's mind, making her almost instinctively raise her arms .

She wanted to hit the Roman with her most damaging spell, and that was now.

This impulse is so strong that Gnicia can't resist it. It is like the wild mist on the mountain, the turbulent waves of the ocean, and the tremor deep in the earth... It is not a noble character like courage that instigates the girl, but Fear—fear of the memories that caused her pain, and of those who caused it; and anger—she hated infidelity.

No matter what the reason was, the "general" in front of her killed someone who was good to her, so Gnicia hated this person, which was enough for her to convince herself to put all her eggs in one basket.

One more death at most, no?

Under this extreme emotion, her rationality was seriously weakened.

Gnicia's hands trembled a few times.

"I thought you would disappear and never appear in the empire again, but now it seems that I overestimated the IQ of you little girls..."

"..."

The girl pursed her lips tightly.

They all recognized each other.

After all... Although the body has been replaced with a new one, her appearance has not changed. Even if she came and went in a hurry at that time, if someone cared about her, it is not surprising to have an impression of her.

The general walked down the stairs with a slow pace, holding on to the handrail, his eyes kept leaving Gnicia's body, the girl lowered her head slightly, and she glanced at the gendarme following her from the corner of her eye, The other party seemed to be a little surprised by the current situation, but he chose to trust his officer - he moved a little away from Gnicia's side, and put his hand on his dagger.

"It seems to be the right choice to choose this direction."

When the general stood still on the flat ground, he pinched the short beard stubble on his chin, and examined Gnicia's expression with an annoying smile.

"It's not surprising that the annoying wooden people will find a way to return to their hometown after a setback. After all, even injured beasts know how to go back to the cave to lick their wounds. But I didn't expect you to be so straightforward , wouldn’t it take some time to take a detour?”

He approached Gnicia, and while the girl flinched, the general suddenly raised his hand and pinched her throat and cheeks.

"Want to go back to the Black Forest? You shouldn't have come out from the beginning."

He hit it hard—it hurts.

Even breathing became difficult, let alone speaking, Gnicia's face quickly turned red, she instinctively tried to break free with her hands, but the general's palm was like a hard cast iron object , she couldn't shake it at all.

"I'm not... an elf..."

The other party was not tall, at least there was no obvious height difference between the two, but Gnicia felt as if she had been pinched. The pain and lack of oxygen made it difficult for her legs to stand on the ground properly.

"It doesn't matter, what matters is that you're not on the right ground."

"Ahem...obviously...uh..."

She prepared some words to say, half of which was justification, and half of which was simply to clarify the truth.

The ones with her were just ordinary nuns. They were neither red hoods nor witches who caused disasters. They were just good people—why hurt those good people who have been working hard to treat the wounded?

Gnicia couldn't understand it at all.

She raised her hand, and the angry goblin was entangled in her hand. She didn't want to hurt anything, even the monster, but this man made her unable to suppress the whispers in her heart.

【kill him. 】

Amidst the suffocation, hatred and fear, there was a calm and dry whisper whispering in her ear.

"Heh... heh... heh..."

It's not that Gnicia doesn't want to do this, but that hand almost suffocates her, and she feels that her mind is gradually turning into a paste, her eyes can still see things, but it is difficult to identify what she sees .

Everything in front of my eyes gradually turned into an indescribable chaos, only the indescribable chaos of grotesque colors and lines.

"Let go... let go..."

She wasn't so afraid of death, but Gnicia couldn't handle the lingering pain.

She kicked the man's calf vigorously and tried to grab his face with her hands, but nothing worked. She spent a lot of effort to make the movements, but the man either stood still, or just turned his head lightly. dodged.

Will it die?

The world before my eyes began to darken.

They seem to have become hundreds, or thousands of superimposed planes, criss-crossing in all directions, and every inch of light and shadow is layered with countless phantoms.

want to breathe.

The figure of the man in front of him began to grow thick.

His frame became incomparably blurred, darkness completely enveloped his figure, and in the turbidity, he seemed to have become another "thing".

A terrifying monster with a face like a wolfhound and black wings on its back.

It is like a terrifying thing made of black flames and smoke. Just seeing that twisted and hideous appearance is enough to make your legs tremble and your mind split.

It was grinning... This grotesque appearance made Gnicia feel a deeper level of fear—something that frightened her more than the simple fear of "from the brutal imperial soldiers". The fear of being chased and tortured caused negative emotions, but touched something deeper... It made Gnicia feel that if she was killed by it, she might really "die".

She didn't want to die, and she didn't want to "die" forever like everyone else.

The voice rang in her ears again, Gnicia's consciousness became more and more blurred, but the voice became more and more clear.

【kill him.you can do it.The sun is dazzling because of you, the flames are wrapped around you, the clouds and rain are churning with you, and even the thunder will sing for it. 】

kill him.

kill him.

kill him.

kill him--

Gnicia felt that she must be ugly at the moment.

Those gray eyes reflected a fierce, gnashing, aggressive ugliness like a mad beast.

But the general in front of him admired her instead.

"It's wonderful, your vitality is so tenacious?"

He gradually showed a sick smile, as if he saw some precious artwork.

Just... raise your hand a little more.

The magic that the sages have ordered is not to be used as a last resort, and to take the life of others.

The "withering" of "Late Autumn".

Harvest sweet and ripe fruits at the most exuberant and wonderful moment of life blooming.

……

"Labos, stop."

The sound of the sudden insertion was like a stone being thrown into an almost stagnant pool of water, stirring up an earth-shaking turmoil.

The two people who were fighting invisibly reacted immediately - the "general" let go of his hand subconsciously, and at the same time he let go, a large amount of air and blood poured into his head until he almost lost consciousness In Gnicia's brain, the strong contrast did not pull her back to normal, but made her fall into a deeper dizziness. She stood still and shook twice before falling down on the brown carpet in the courtyard , unconscious.

"... Emily, you are interrupting official business."

"Business? Is it to torture and kill a helpless little girl?"

"No, she's not someone who can't fight back." The general looked up to the second floor. The front hall of the villa is a typical Roman courtyard. There is no completely enclosed sky in the middle of the square second-floor courtyard. On the roof, the moonlight shone down from the shady woven wooden frame, his deep-set eye sockets and thick eyelids left two shadows in the triangular area under his eyes, making his whole expression not so clear.

"Have you seen her exuberant vitality? I have killed many people, and many warriors will struggle before they die, showing all their potential as a human being. That amazing explosion is like a shooting star across the sky, magnificent and beautiful. It is short-lived, as long as you have seen it once, it will be unforgettable and hard to let go."

As he spoke, he looked at the unconscious girl lying on the ground, and closed his eyes: "...she also had a beauty that bloomed suddenly when she was dying, but that beauty was not a shooting star flashing by in the black sky , but... the brilliant sun hanging high above the clouds in the sunny sky."

"To be honest, I felt a little burning just now... Maybe I should thank you. If you hadn't disturbed me with your words, I would have lost the chance to witness this beauty for the second time."

"Hey, what a load of nonsense."

The person standing on the high place didn't care about his words at all. She squinted her eyes like she was looking at a lunatic, and looked at the soldier who made up excuses for her sadism with disgust.

If Gnicia is still conscious, then probably she will feel a little close to her.

"Emelie" is a tall, curvy, mature woman.

Her ancestors were Italians, but like most residents living in the Gaul region, in a few years, the blood of the blond and blue-eyed barbarians was gradually integrated into the Romans in this area. By her generation, This pedigree is even more prominent.

As a court mage, her life is not subject to the constraints of ordinary soldiers. Emily keeps her long, naturally curly pale golden hair down to her waist. No matter where she goes, that beautiful golden silk-like hair will always be It will be quite eye-catching.

The mainstream of the Roman court does not like the appearance of ordinary barbarians, and even the pure-blooded Roman faction that insists on pure blood will be hostile to her because of this appearance, but there are always some aesthetics that are universal, and few people can really refuse Such a smooth and delicate golden waterfall, even she herself regards it as a treasure, and spends a lot of time taking care of it every day.

In addition to her finely crafted, heroic and gorgeous face, Emily is also proud of her graceful figure. Even among the barbarians, it is a considerable size. Many gossips in the Paris court will use this precious figure as the main point of attacking her, but nothing more than accusing her of dirty Minoan blood—those long The pirates with horns are the most unpopular group of orc barbarians in the empire.

But Emily has long been able to deal with these malicious slanders calmly. According to her own concept, rare is precious. In any case, when the ladies in the Chief Chief's court began to attack her because of her very different looks At the same time, those women have actually realized her unique charm.

Just like the principle that extremes must reverse, Emily, who was not very popular since she was a child, has built a unique self-confidence for herself - she can make a living by relying on her beauty, but she also has a rare talent for spellcasting in the world , if the Holy One would share this affection a little bit with other ordinary people, what a wonderful thing it would be, huh?

But even if she didn't think much of those same-sex girls who were well-behaved, it didn't mean she was happy to see them being abused.

"I don't know where you have such strong hostility towards her, and I don't care about your previous conflicts..."

Emily leaned against the guardrail and balcony pillars on the second floor. She reluctantly took her eyes away from the small vanity mirror she carried, closed it, and put it in the arms of the robe.

It's so pitiful, I lost the opportunity to reflect this stunning face, presumably even the mirror must be secretly sad, right?

"In short, do things according to the rules. The truly suspicious criminals should be properly interrogated and judged, instead of being strangled to death by you. I don't care what the man says, but she?—now it's mine."

Chapter 108 024. The Dream and the Collar

For a long time, Gnicia wandered in chaos.

She was sober, but being sober didn't help her get out of her current predicament.

She seemed to be soaked in a pool of turbid porridge. This feeling was much heavier than the previous times when she was resurrected, which made her wonder whether the sages replaced the pool in the chapel. Lost—she once complained to "Power" a little bit about the uncomfortable feeling of breaking out of the quagmire when she was reborn. Maybe something made her more uncomfortable.

However, she stayed in this chaos for too long.

Gnicia has never been lost in the chaotic world of the afterlife for so long like today, even though it is difficult for her to tell the time here, she can clearly realize that this time seems abnormal.

She began to try to find some targets around her that she could locate herself, but when she opened her eyes, all she could see were hundreds of entangled chaos like gray-green and deep blue-gray thin lines floc.

She can barely see the light, but does have a little bit more.

The light shines from a high place, as if she was at the bottom of the water, which is indeed the same as when she was resurrected; the difference is that these flocs are flowing slowly, and they are flowing in a fixed direction, although there seems to be some The slow twists of life make them not so neat, but they are indeed flowing in one direction, and Gnicia is also caught in it.

"..."

Should she continue to wait here?

"...w..."

or……

"...we..."

Gnicia used her mind to give the body the command to "reach out", she wanted to grab something.

— she succeeded.

"Hey, wake up. I know you've regained consciousness."

Gnicia snapped her eyes open.

There was nothing but darkness in front of her eyes—for a split second, she wasn't sure if she was alive or dead.

But after the trance, her consciousness began to recover, and the girl realized that what she was seeing at this moment was not the night, not some obstacle, nor the gloom behind death, but a pair of plump and round spheres.

The room was a bit dark, so Gnicia couldn't see the outline of the thing clearly, but she could vaguely see that the part she could see in front of her eyes was the body from the collarbone to the heart a little below, Wrapped in a loose-fitting undergarment that was still vaguely taut at the edges, two round and beautiful curves outlined a pair of spheres of astonishing scale for her.

Very... great.

For a moment that was all that was left in her mind.