Serious Witch's Travel Book

She stood up, picked up the six-sided "dice" from the new stone pillars that have not disappeared since it appeared, and formed a triangular distribution with two pedestals dragging silver bowls, raised her hand, and dropped it.

(.rd3=2)

As the number of the dice was determined, Gnicia also saw the words on the parchment beside her change:

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2. The distracting thoughts in your mind make you miserable. →2. The distracting thoughts in your heart make you feel embarrassed. (+1)

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Although I don't know what these charade-like descriptions mean, but since it is a punishment, it must not be a very good thing...

[Life: Now dedicate your remaining regeneration stone to me. 】

At her command, Gnicia offered her the last two Resurrection Stones.

As they disappeared into the green sphere, a faint light flowed out from the sphere instead, entering Gnicia's chest.

【Life: I originally planned to give you this power in advance, but I didn't expect that I don't need to pay in advance now... Give it a try, on your next journey. 】

[Life: I wish you peace. 】

[Power: This is the last time, don't joke about your own life, I changed the rules, from now on, we will evaluate your death, if you just hit the wall in place without moving, you are poor I won't give you any more rewards. 】

The circular sanctuary was completely silent.

Gnicia breathed a sigh of relief. Every time she met with sages, she would feel a little oppressed, which was different from any "oppression" she felt, even the red dragon would not give her such a feeling ...

She really has to work hard.

However, as the number of her deaths increased, she found that there were more and more things in the church.

The originally somewhat empty hall has more than a dozen stone pillars, extending from the direction of the main entrance to the high platform where the golden tree is located. They are arranged on both sides of the carpet, except that her mirror and clothes hanger are drawn on the inside , the rest of the space is separated by stone pillars.

Facing the golden tree, with its back facing the pool of her resurrection in the center of the sanctuary, the left hand side of this road is no longer an empty hall, but two more exquisite wooden counters, covered with square glass windows , there are two pieces of leather paper displayed on the counter, one is obviously worn out, while the other looks slightly newer.

She stepped forward and read the words in the light from the extra skylights above her head.

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[Ability: Basic Identification (1/3), Requirement: Blue 1]

The bards on the peninsula are well-informed. They know not only flowers, plants, insects, rocks, but also the dangers of the human heart. However... sometimes even the wise and knowledgeable men may not always make the right choice.

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[Ability: Divine Resonance, Requirement: Green 2]

In the past, people longed for the magnificence of the gods, and pinned all their wishes on the illusory idols.

Now in their niches they congeal in an aspiration greater than idols, take it and give it back to the world.

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Although she could understand every word, Gnicia felt subtly bewildered when these words were pieced together into sentences.

...Forget it, the things that the sages put here will never deceive her.

They could be regarded as a kind of "explanation" to explain the blessings given to her by "wisdom" and "life"?From this perspective, they are much more approachable than "Power".

Anyway, try again.

Hope it goes well.

Death... is really not a comfortable thing.

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Additional words:

Hmm... I have to say that after perfecting part of the background setting of this article, I found that it is still quite systematic.

In the final analysis, when I first conceived this book, I almost thought about what would happen to the protagonist directly... Then, I have been working on some private Miao Miao groups (?) recently, so I quoted part of the rules of the groups.

In fact, we have always wanted to write a system article for a try, but the relevant content of this article is relatively light, and there will be no data swiping or anything, basically stopping at changing clothes, lucky draws and punishments—that is, to show the plug-in intuitively a little.

(っ*?Д`)っIn addition, we are not very good at this kind of subject matter, and I don’t know how the effect will be after writing a few chapters. If you have any opinions, I hope everyone can put us in the face, so that it can be regarded as improving writing ability way.

Of course, considering that what we have written before are all earthy and traditional fantasy... Maybe some readers will subtly dislike...?

...(*￣[-]￣)ノWell, don’t think so much for now.

Let me explain here, in order not to affect the text, I will try to move the text that can be moved to the end of the chapter, so as not to occupy the number of paid words as much as possible. In addition, we will open a separate list of items and ability descriptions that have been published once. Let it go, there will be no more words in the future without special circumstances.

The first volume will not be very long, and it is basically a teaching level. After straightening out the general system and abilities, the writing will be much clearer.

Another thing——because this book seems to be unable to be included in the signing ranks at the beginning of this month, the update rhythm of the original reservation will be slightly delayed, and it will be changed to 4K daily updates, and the extra chapters will be updated next month. Hope to understand.

Chapter 11 008. The Right to Live

"Me? I got caught for opposing the 'Red Hood.'"

"Me? I got caught supporting the 'Red Hood.'"

"I am 'Red Hood'."

"Woo, woo."

——After carefully waiting for the three people in the same car to finish their conversation, Gnicia also made some noises.

This is a good time. Royce revealed Adria's identity, so that if she accidentally showed that she knew something about the two, there would be less chance of attracting suspicion.

She managed to make others notice her intentions, so before the Romans returned to their original positions, Royce kicked off her boots, and then raised her foot to pull out the rag from Gnicia's mouth.

Well, her limbs are really flexible...

After spitting out the filth in her mouth, whether it was dirt or oil sand, Gnicia finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank you."

What should she do next?

Gnicia thought about it, and she felt that she should at least maintain a relationship, so as not to be easily forgotten on the way to escape like last time.

Be friendly and take the initiative—she decided to answer the question Royce raised just now: "You're right, I was indeed caught on the way of smuggling. It's not an honorable thing."

"Huh? They said you were a witch when they dragged you into the car, but you have been in a coma, and you haven't made a sound for a long time." The short-haired elf sat up a little bit, and asked with great interest: "Tell me, are you really a witch?" A 'witch'? Well... I mean, are you a witch, or call yourself a 'warlock'(note 2), or just a persecuted pharmacist(note 3)?"

These words are both familiar and unfamiliar, but Gnicia was surprised to find that perhaps the ability given to her by "wisdom" helped her, and she gradually understood the meaning of them.

She seemed to be able to understand the meaning revealed in each of Royce's words. The tone of the elf's words fluctuated slightly. Reminiscent of the silence caused before, Gnicia felt that she should answer like this: "A... Pharmacist, apprentice, used to work with my mother. She is dead."

With an idea, she added a little "personality" to herself as if blessed to her soul.

At the same time, she saw a line of black ink marks passing her eyes, forming a line of small characters:

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Now, [The Way of Potion] is at your disposal.

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This was a bit of a surprise, but it didn't scare Gnicia.Before that, she had seen the same message, that was when she was wearing the night watchman's suit, and the sages gave her the so-called "Way of Origin Power" in the same way.

The specific form of expression is... She can use an invisible force to do something, the distance is about ten steps, or more than five steps, but that kind of force is currently at most a "nudge", but She can pick up a rock and throw it or something, but the weapon is too heavy for her to pull.

This should be a new ability, but how should she use it?

No hints either...very annoying.

"That's much safer." Royce looked at her with slightly relaxed eyes: "But why would you want to smuggle? The empire now strictly prohibits anyone from crossing provincial borders and garrison areas without approval. You Should know."

Gnicia quickly recalled the situation in the major provinces of Gaul in her memory. She remembered the "Saone River Blockade Act" (Note 1) promulgated only this year and some recent events, and replied: "The upper Germanic The governor declared martial law throughout the province, and they ordered all the blacksmiths and apothecaries to gather at the capital, I...you see."

Gnicia deliberately glanced at Adlia, because she is the so-called "Governor of Belgica". She didn't know what conflicts existed between the two governors, but since they were enemies It shouldn't be a bad thing for her to express her distaste for the governor of the empire: "I'm just a woman, and I don't want to go to the capital, so I can only..."

Her life-and-death experience in such a short period of time successfully infiltrated into the lies. Even though these words were nothing more than plain narrations, they managed to move others a little bit.

"What a poor woman, I understand you." Royce licked her dry lips, and the corners of her eyes that had been raised were slightly lowered.

And Adlia unexpectedly looked at Gnicia for a while, and after a while, she whispered a word in silence: "I'm sorry."

Only the unlucky thief was the most violent. He accused the red hoods indignantly: "It's all you. If it weren't for you red-haired monsters, where would there be any martial law?"

Hearing his accusations, Royce immediately frowned: "Shut up, we have never carried out foreign aggression, you stupid imperial people do not allow us to own our own land, and are still blockading Upper Germany and Gaul, but Only see the threat to yourselves from the chieftains of the Franks . . . what foolish mushroom heads!"

"Franks, there are no Franks in Upper Germania, but you, you don't stay in the robbed city honestly, why are you here? Those lines of defense..."

"Heh." The half-elf who started to get emotional snorted coldly: "They are used to prevent your own people from escaping, just like this poor woman."

"What a mess..."

The man cursed a few times.

Adlia sighed, she was a little disturbed.It seemed that it was not an option to keep arguing like this. Before the two further escalated the quarrel into a fight, she took the initiative to explain: "The blockade of Upper Germany is indeed not aimed at the city of Trevoru. As the local governor, I have to Don't explain... In fact, we don't have any intention or ability to expand abroad. His Highness Placidia in Gaul should understand this. All the defense lines here are actually used to block the refugees fleeing south. of."

"Fleeing to the south?... What is fleeing to the south? Why don't I know?"

The man retorted in disbelief, but his attitude was much better, after all, he was always facing a serious and important person.

"The empire made an alliance with the Franks of Salian in the hope that they would contain the intrusions of the Franks from the Saxons and Caty, just as they had the Burgundians with Alamannia. But the Franks were not at all People who know how to be grateful and satisfied, their occupation of Lower Germany has never stopped, and the governor of Gaul even maintained a tacit approval for this... Sooner or later, they will burn down their city of Rome like the Goths."

Her Excellency Adelia's expression was very serious, and she didn't seem to be alarmist at all, but what she said didn't seem like what ordinary people could understand: even she had a relatively clear understanding of the terrain and power distribution around the Black Forest. The conceptual Gnicia can't quite understand everything she says, let alone an ordinary thief?

In fact, the man probably didn't understand at all - he just caught the surface.

"Rome? Wait, are you talking about the capital?" He managed to figure out some concepts, but he couldn't connect what Adria said, and naturally it was impossible to think of any deeper content: " Who knows what you say—? What is the matter here with the capital? All I see are soldiers posting notices all over the streets to arrest traitors, and prohibiting any businessmen who cannot get permission to leave their towns , It's almost like the end of the world is coming..."

Adlia looked at him, then at Gnicia.

She said: "I'm sorry to cause unnecessary trouble to you, maybe if nothing happened in the north, ordinary imperial civilians like you might not be involved..."

As soon as she changed the subject, her words suddenly became fierce: "...But, anyone, no matter if they are elves or humans, and no matter if they are any cities, villages and towns in Upper and Lower Germany, even Belgica, Great Sequanoron, High Lu, everyone has the right to find a way to survive. The empire is no longer capable of governing the Gaul region. Their governor is short-sighted and only wants to use the outer provinces as a buffer zone-but she clearly knows that the Goths plundered the Gaul region a hundred years ago. Regarding the matter of Rome, now that Clovis has already occupied half of the Lower Germanic provinces, why did the elders let the Frankish chiefs occupy our land?"

A gust of cool wind blew through, and Adelia's long hair was blown in strands - her hair, which was as bright as dark jade, added a lot of extra charm to her, and she raised her hand expressionlessly to press After a few breaths, she made a concluding speech: "The Franks are squeezing our living space, and the empire doesn't even want those poor civilians to take refuge south. The whole of Lower Germany was sent to the Franks, even Belgica, I have long ago... But I will not give up resistance, all of us, whether it is humans, elves, or orcs living in the empire, we have already Having lived on this land for more than ten years (Note 5), if the Franks must slaughter us, we will fight to the last drop of blood."

Although she remained expressionless, these words were clearly touching enough.

Gnicia knew that in the most recent calendar year, hardly any decade in the entire empire had been spent in complete peace.

The mighty Huns Khanate (Note 6) from the east enslaves, drives or destroys everything they meet. The huge momentum forces all the weak barbarians to move westward, or submit to their rule, even as a local The overlord of the Roman Empire also had to avoid its edge, and repeatedly sought peace with it.

Now, although with the death of Attila, the "Whip of God", the entire Hunnic forces began to shrink and split, but the rest of the power is still there, and the damage caused is still painful-that is, those who were killed from the east of Europa. After being driven to the west, they settled down on relatively warm and fertile land, large and small barbarian tribes that could never be driven away.

Not to mention that the Goths had already destroyed Rome once, the new Gothic tribe is still stationed in Pannonia, which is a short distance from the Italian province. Although the head of the empire, the great Augustus Anthemius (Note 6) This barbarian tribe was stabilized through goodwill and allowed them to serve as the empire's local army in Pannonia to resist the more peripheral barbarian forces, but their threat to Ravenna is still very palpable.

Not to mention the northern region, except that the Laetia region can still maintain stability relying on the geographical advantages of the plateau and mountains, the entire Gaul region west of the Black Forest is like an undefended sieve, which is destroyed by some every year. The outsider poked it a few times for fun.

The continuously weakening economy and the high defense costs brought about by the thousands of miles of borders have made the empire miserable, and the stretched finances have prevented them from forming a decent army. After the political conspiracy was overthrown, the situation of the entire western empire deteriorated year after year. Even the revived Vandal kingdom on the former site of Carthage could arbitrarily invade the empire's territory, but the empire could not win again as before.

Most of the prisoners escorted by this team were members of the red hoods. The words of the lord made them all look sideways and silent, even the Romans guarding the team looked over.

Only the thief on the battlefield in the same car still stiffened his mouth: "The governor of the empire is just...how could the nobles let those..."

"Fuck your mother's justice, you are sitting on a death row car, this is the justice you want."

Royce spat.

The atmosphere suddenly became more dull. Apart from the sound of the wind, the only sound that could be heard was the thief's indiscriminate muttering.

A Roman came over. The plank armor on his body was polished and shiny, and a simple coat of arms the size of half a palm was pierced on the left chest near the shoulder. Obviously he should be the tent officer of this team (Note 2 )undoubtedly.

He looked a little aggressive, which made everyone think that he was coming to beat someone, so they all took precautions.

"Your Excellency Silver Oak, I do not intend to offend."

The officer stood in front of the prison cart, but instead of brandishing a club, he handed over a small horn filled with water.

"Just a moment of your time? We'd all like to hear about the Battle of the Somme last year..."

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Tips.1: This decree aims to use the Saone, Meuse, and Marne rivers as defensive boundaries, restricting the passage of imperial civilians and citizens on both sides of the river, and essentially cutting off the connection between the east and west of the upper and lower Germanic provinces.

Tips.2: Warlock is what most spellcasters call themselves, and it is a neutral (without contempt) magic vocabulary like witches call themselves witches.

Tips.3: Pharmacist - is a pharmacist.In the empire, pharmacists are a special kind of craftsman profession. Due to the limited access to magic element materials, pharmacists who are able to prepare quick-acting potions are often subject to relatively strict supervision, and sometimes enjoy treatment similar to that of a witch. .

Tips.4: Mushroom splits are solid, and the elves use this word to represent a similar meaning to "a mess in the brain".There isn't any other weird ambiguity.

Tips.5: A chronology represents 100 years, and the official name is "Ji".

Tips.6: The minimum military establishment of the empire is a "tent" consisting of eight full-time combatants and two followers (also counted as combat establishments). The camp account officer is responsible for leading them. This military position is equivalent to that of the commander of ten men.

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