Serious Witch's Travel Book

"Oh, are you awake? The oriental stuff that I bought at a huge price really works..."

A woman, lying on her body, like this.

Of course, the two did not have any close contact, in fact it can be said that there was no contact at all - the other party propped up the bed with his knees and one hand, so the two kept a considerable distance, but as she fiddled with Gurney with her right hand There was something in the direction of Shia's head, and the pair of hanging spheres trembled in front of Gnicia, almost touching the tip of her nose.

With a sense of awe, the girl slightly avoided the possible close contact.

"...Okay. This dragon's saliva is too expensive, I can't bear to use even a little more..."

She seems to have settled on something and starts to shrink down, and Gnicia sees her face.

Around dawn, she saw a charming and heroic female face.

Medium-colored eyebrows, straight and slender eyebrows, sparkling light blue eyes, under which are slightly narrow nose and delicate and straight nose tip; cheekline is thin, but full face, round lips, a touch of pink The subtle arc on the edge makes her seem to have a soft smile naturally, plus the long curly and fluffy bangs - she perfectly combines the feminine beauty and masculine handsomeness, neither artificial nor rigid.

It was difficult for Gnicia to define her with a certain pure charm. This woman looked a bit like Sister Marianne, but undoubtedly her feminine side was much more prominent, whether it was her demeanor or her figure.

Their eyes met for a brief moment, and then the pair of spheres hanging over her body began to tremble visibly - Gnicia almost thought it would be pressed down, but it turned out that she was a little self-indulgent, and the woman left She got over her body and sat aside, kneeling on the side rather implicitly.

She reached out and touched Gnicia's forehead, then touched her neck, and asked, "Can you talk?"

"Can...cough...um."

Gnicia wanted to answer her well, but a few needle-like stings in her throat made her cough.

"It's okay. Do you remember what happened?" The woman's expression relaxed a little, she fell down slowly, and lay on her side beside Gnicia, using two higher cloth cushions to keep herself looking down at the girl slightly. Location.

"Ahem... I..."

Gnicia didn't remember the situation for a while, but within a few seconds, she remembered how she was unconscious before.

"...!" She couldn't help but let out an indistinct bark from her throat.

"Okay, be quiet, don't think too much."

She touched Gnicia's forehead again, and asked with concern, "Is your throat uncomfortable, right?"

Gnicia nodded.

She felt her throat was sore, thinking of the situation when she was choked, maybe she was hurt a little bit.

"Drink a little water. If it's painful, I'll find a doctor to show you at dawn."

As she spoke, she put her arms around Gnicia's shoulders and helped her up. She put a glass of water on the window sill at the head of the bed, and now she directly fetched it and fed it to Gnicia.

The action of her holding Gnicia is a bit like a mother feeding a child. Although she may not have thought about it at all, they are too close, and the pair of plump fruits are naturally attached to Gnicia. On the right cheek.

The astonishing scale that almost overflowed from the edge of the underwear, the just-right elasticity and the softness that can be felt on her cheeks made the girl unable to help but think wildly. There was a particularly strong feeling in her heart for no reason...

appetite.

She didn't know why this happened... It was obvious that she had had more intimate behaviors with the nuns, but she had never had such a strong urge before, at most she was just a little curious.

Perhaps this maternal characteristic is too special.

It's not her fault.

Gnicia found a reason to convince herself.

This was the quietest break in the dawn, and Gnicia was still very sleepy.

"Sleep for a while, when you wake up, I still have something to ask you."

"Um……"

There is a reassuring smell about a woman.

The obvious one doesn't seem to be deodorant, but some kind of incense, or some kind of natural vanilla.

Gnicia had never felt so at ease since leaving the sanctuary of the sages.

Slowly, she fell into sleep again, but this time it was no longer that kind of chaotic nightmare, but a relaxed, happy, refreshing and comfortable dream.

She dreamed that she seemed to be a shepherd, wandering among a lush forest, fields with wildflower fields and lush but uncluttered grass.

In the dream, she had no worries, no sages’ tasks, no need to calculate living expenses, what to eat next meal, and no worries that giant wolves or imperial people would suddenly come out to attack her—but she had nothing , without even clothes, like a primitive man just fabricated by the gods, wandering freely in the mountains without a trace.

The only thing that keeps her company is her cow.

Or rather, a Minoan with horns.

She lived like a savage all day in the mountain in her dream. When she was hungry, she plucked the berries from the bushes and ate them, and when she was thirsty, she got something from her cattle. This dream was too beautiful and long. , so that Gnicia can't even distinguish whether it is a real thing that happened somewhere in the world, or it is her obsession with a better life. In short, even when it is time to wake up, she is still reluctant to part , I don't want to leave this dream that should be closed at the moment.

But when the time came, even the cow was reminding her that it was time to continue her journey.

When the girl opened her eyes again, the sky had already brightened a lot.

She found that there was still a faint touch between her lips and teeth, and the body fluid was entangled in it, as if she had eaten something just now.

With doubts, she sat up from the bed.

She was in a rather stylish bedroom. The white walls, plastered flat ceiling, and mosaics with beautiful colors and exquisite patterns on the four walls all showed that this was a room for the rich, not to mention the hangings in the room. Various silk gauze curtains used as mosquito nets and decorations - almost every piece of these thin and supple fabrics from the Eastern Empire can be classified as luxury goods, and can fetch a lot of money in the market.

But... a bit messy.

Or to put it in a more emotionally intelligent way, very individual?

In short, this bedroom is quite spacious, but it is filled to the brim.

The tables, chairs and cabinets were not placed in accordance with the principle of not affecting walking activities. Except for the bookcases and cabinets against the wall, three tables were placed horizontally a few steps away from the bed, making the original The spacious room suddenly seemed crowded.

In addition, there is also a table like a desk near the window opposite the bed, on which there are a few open books stacked randomly, as well as a few messy bottles and cans; other table cases and cabinets The same is true on the floor, except that the top of the bookcase is relatively tidy, other trivial things such as books and papers, containers, bottles and tool scraps are placed a little randomly, so that although there is generally enough free space in the whole room Room to move and work, but it looked cramped, not even as livable as the tiny bedrooms at Candlestick Church.

Gnicia looked curiously at the utensils on the table. Except for the bottles and jars that were not very eye-catching but were also fired with colored enamel shells, most of the utensils were exquisite copper utensils, and some were even extravagant gold and silver; A few brightly colored small gemstones and pearls were randomly thrown into a shallow saucer on the table, as if they were worthless items.

She also saw glass—this is a very precious thing in Europa. It is common in the eastern Mediterranean, but because it is fragile, it needs a special ship to take care of it if it is to be transported to Gaul in its entirety. As far as the empire is concerned, the circulation at the ordinary market level will not be able to support this kind of precious goods transaction.

The occupant of the room, at least the one who furnished it, must have been very expensive.

Speaking of this...

Gnicia was taken aback, and subconsciously reached out to touch her neck.

I don't know if there are any bruises left on it, but it still seems to be a little painful after touching it.

——She didn't die, did the general let her go, or was there some other reason?

Also, the pair of big balls that I saw this morning, are they...

She was thinking wildly when the door was suddenly pushed open.

The person who came in was undoubtedly a tall, mature woman, and Gnicia didn't even feel surprised, because she was the one the girl saw dimly in the early morning.

"Hey, are you finally awake?"

The visitor glanced at Gnicia immediately, and she closed the door casually, and put the small bamboo basket hanging on her arm on the table—letting the bottles and jars with some liquid in them be buried. It pushed away - and walked towards Gnicia.

She looks quite friendly, and just as the girl has felt up close, this lady has a full breast that is attractive enough, even if she is wearing a decent everyday dress now, she still uses the traditional imperial gown and wide The belt wrapped her body, and her broad chest still made the girl want to look up.

Obviously knowing that this is wrong, but... that is really too big.

The girl was a little nervous.

The woman came up to her, still holding something in her hand.

"Here, put this on."

She was very kind, bowed down in front of Gnicia, and handed a round thing to Gnicia.

"Hello, this is..."

The girl took it, and she found that what the woman handed her was a delicate leather collar with a small lock that was not too tight. The brown leather was wrapped with thick black silk cloth inside and out. If you look at it directly on the Internet, you may not be able to tell that it is a leather product at a glance.

"I don't know how you provoke Rabos, he has to kill you."

The woman frowned, not hiding her dissatisfaction with her colleagues.

"You do have traces of spells on your body, but I guess you are not a wizard, but a druid, right?"

How did she know?

Before Gnicia denied her words, the woman continued on her own: "Compared to that guy, I am more willing to trust my own kind, hmph, but if you don't take some insurance measures, these reckless I probably won't let you go..."

"In short, take this first. I will explain the situation to the Mysterious Affairs Supervision Institute. The empire has not targeted druids that much. You should take it off after the review is done."

"But for the time being, starting today, you are prohibited from using any witchcraft ☆."

Chapter 109 025. House Arrest

The worst still happened.

Gnicia didn't get a chance to defend herself, she was grounded.

It's not a good thing, but at least the woman in front of her will keep her safe as long as she agrees to put on the collar.

"Will it limit my power?"

Gnicia looked at the collar in her hand hesitantly. According to the lady, it seemed that she was going to make a multiple-choice question between "safety" and "strength".

"Yes, in theory, although this thing doesn't work very well, a rookie like you can't cast spells as long as he wears it."

After the woman handed her the collar, she returned to the table. She took out a plate of what looked like a meal from the small basket, and then took out a beautifully shaped golden ball.

"yes……"

Gnicia really wanted to know if she had a choice. After all, this was a power that was acquired with great difficulty. Even if it was only temporarily sealed, it was not a comfortable feeling to be controlled by others.

"A rare item from Babylon, where the mages used it to hold prisoners - I heard that there are more people who can use magic in that place than an imperial army, although I don't know if it's true or not... The woman carefully fiddled with the golden ball in her hand. It seemed to have some kind of built-in deformed structure. After turning it a little, Gnicia saw that the originally sealed shell changed into a hollow structure.

The woman snapped her fingers, and a few sparks burst out from between her fingers. She was not satisfied, so she hit two more until a slightly obvious flame rose up and passed over the surface of the golden ball, which was about a finger in diameter. , passing through the hollow gap.Then, a puff of smoke slowly escaped from the ball.

"...But if there are really so many mages, their law and order must be very bad, and it is only natural that they would make such things..."

The woman held the golden ball by the thin chain, lifted it up to her nose, and took a deep breath.

Amidst the satisfied sigh, a faint intoxication appeared on her face.

However, she recovered very quickly. Immediately afterwards, she hooked the chain with her fingers, picked up the saucer on the table with the other hand, and brought it to Gnicia in a few steps.

"Eat," the woman pouted. "You also look like a child from a rich family. Of course eating and drinking will not treat you badly. But after you finish eating, are you interested in talking about your personal grievances with Labos? Ah——I'm pretty sure that guy is a Blood-sucking bats, full of perverts, but I rarely see him deliberately ravaging a young girl like you... What happened?"

Gnicia thanked her and took her meal.

There are two thick, staggered slices of bread lying on the shallow dish. The white cut surface and the temperature that can be felt slightly make them look very attractive, not to mention that the bread is still smeared. Whip two balls to a fluffy creamy ball.

Although it looks very simple, it is rare to see such delicate white flour bread. It is a very troublesome manual work to remove impurities and broken shells in grain processing, and it is even more difficult to specialize in dairy products, which are difficult to preserve. Trouble, Gnicia recently ate a few meals in the tavern of Mortal World. It is almost impossible for a small store to provide decent white bread. According to her path, it takes a high-end bakery to spend a lot of money. Of course, high-end goods like this are often sold at a high price, and ordinary people should not be able to afford them in ordinary days.

Matching the price is the taste - it's really good, it keeps Gnishia away from the bran problem of her teeth, and she doesn't have to have a little water to eat, the hunger she hasn't eaten since last night prompted her to hurry up She swallowed the two slices of bread whole. She ate too fast, and hiccupped a few times at the end. The lady handed her a glass of water, and the girl lowered her head in embarrassment after drinking it.

It's so impolite, and...

The woman took away the pottery dish that was swept away, and at the same time gently reminded Gnicia: "You have to be careful, if I put medicine in it, you will be tricked."

The girl pursed her lips and said stubbornly, "I am willing to believe you."

"I hope it's true, it's kind of nice to hear. Now, kid, can you tell me about yourself?"

The woman turned back after putting down the tableware. She sat on the table and chair opposite the bed, leaned back slightly, and looked at Gnicia with interest: "A human druid? This is really rare and important." , although there is no saying that humans cannot become druids, but as far as I know, the Gaul elves rarely give humans the opportunity to receive druid training. Especially strict... the force of nature is not such an easy thing to touch."

Gnicia had prepared some rhetoric to fool the lady in front of her, just like she made up "facts" to deceive the nuns before. After all, the flow of information itself is very difficult. She just needs to be unlucky. Encountered some inappropriate wrong options, it should be no problem to fool around for a few days.

But the woman calmed her down with a few words.Judging from these rhetoric, the other party is undoubtedly relatively clear about the druid selection and promotion system, and it is difficult for her to fool it casually.

Of course, Gnicia's small thoughts also changed quickly, and she immediately changed her words: "Please allow me to keep silent about this."

That's right, she chose not to tell—since she might reveal the truth, then don't lie at all. If one lie forces her to cover it up with a thousand lies, it's better to strangle her from the source.

The woman was not angry because of this, on the contrary, the expression on her face became more intense.

"I didn't expect you to know how to keep secrets? The little girl is really hard to deal with now."

She smiled as she said this, and when she was done, her hand touched Gnicia's finger.

"But this is not something that has to be clarified. How about we talk about something else? For example, what is your name?"

This generation is not a particularly "valuable" private topic, Gnicia thought about it, and replied: "Gnicia."

"Emily." Hearing her answer, the woman pointed to herself in satisfaction. "Emelie, the surname is not important... She is currently serving the Parisian court and is very important - you can think of me as the chief executive's lackey, I know you must not have a good impression of her. Right?"

That's pretty cool.

Gnicia naturally wouldn't have a good impression of that... chief executive.

Think about it, she has experienced a lot of bad things recently, and almost all of these bad things are inseparable from the supreme leader of Gaul.Capturing the witch, diplomatic conflicts, factional divisions and conspiracies within the empire, the persecution of the Gaul natives, and her persecution—almost all of these are inseparable from him, whether he is the mastermind behind it or not, at least these are It can't be separated from him, and even going further, should the times when Gnicia was killed by a wolf monster be counted on him?