Witch Brigade

The queen dressed up dazzled the audience, and Quinnes could see some traces of Gloria in her eyebrows. Next to the queen stood the unusually low-key Ottoman emperor, holding the queen with her right hand, and the scepter symbolizing the emperor with her left hand. She had golden hair like a lion, and her resolute face was already wrinkled.

Quinns, who followed the Ottoman the Great, could tell that although the Ottoman the Great was still alive and prestigious, his old attitude was already evident.

Surrounded by a crowd of princes and princes, from middle-aged uncles to three-year-old children, sometimes Quinnes had to admire Ottoman's physical strength and strong genes.

Professor Walker babbled in Quinns’ ears and introduced him to the big people present. That was the elder of the elder’s house, which department he was in, and the eldest son of whose family was the one holding the two women who was about to inherit. In the family industry, whoever is the person in charge of which key department, does not do any personnel affairs.

In short, Professor Walker has to add a lot of his own comments to the people he introduces. Quinns has heard that now, no one has received Professor Walker's praise.

Quinnes paid special attention to Professor Walker’s comments on Gary’s four people, and only got one comment that he was lucky, while Tank Dewede got the comment that the colonial executioner, the Edward family of the five coat of arms family Se, also got an indecisive, mediocre heir's comment.

The Ottoman emperor and the queen didn't stay much. After the queen's three minutes of speaking, both left the stage, leaving behind a bunch of ministers and nobles. No one is surprised, in fact the royal family members of the new Ottomans are very low-key.

After meeting the members of the royal family, Quinnes no longer missed this place that had great appeal to most people. Although it was the Queen’s birthday party, it was essentially bigger than other nobles’ dance parties, and there were more big people. There is not much attraction to Quinns.

Like Professor Walker, who only paid attention to historical texts, the two quietly withdrew from the banquet. Until they got into the carriage, Professor Walker was still reluctant to give up and agreed with Quinns to meet at Le Fomin University in the future.

The next step is to prepare for tomorrow. Before that, he had to go back and discuss countermeasures with Olivia.

Early the next day.

Quinns went out with Olivia. While waiting for Browning to call the carriage, Quinns keenly noticed that the surrounding surveillance had disappeared.

It seems that Darlene's movements are very fast, and she doesn't know whether she directly influenced the decision of the mysterious defense agency or passed the information he revealed to her to the mysterious defense agency.

Quinnes prefers the latter. After all, the mysterious defense mechanism is not so easy to influence, and the chief guard of an emperor does not seem to have that much energy.

Riding in the carriage, the two came to a quiet alley in a short while, but there was a cafe in the depths. This is one of the strongholds of the St. Dres. One, it is also the specific meeting place given by Agatha to Quinns.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw Moira, the Fire Crow Witch, boringly propped her chin and hid behind the coffee table. Quinns walked in and looked around. The cafe was not big, with only five or six separate tables and chairs. , Separated by vertical bars that look like a screen, above are oil paintings full of graffiti. Not only on the vertical bars, but also on the walls are all unclear oil paintings.

Quinns had good eyes, and immediately saw the inscription on the oil painting, all of which were named Moira Griffin. If he remembered correctly, this was the full name of the Witch.

Quinns gave Olivia a wink and motioned to the other party to find a spot to wait first, but he was not in a hurry to wake up Moira, who was a little confused, and looked straight along the wall. Moira’s paintings come.

Turning around in a circle, from Quinnes’s less professional perspective, Moira’s oil painting style is more biased towards the realism genre of Quinnes’s previous life, but the strange thing is that Moira’s realism can only be regarded as semi-realism. A distorted and abstract style will appear locally from time to time. It's weird, Quinns naturally doesn't know whether there is such a genre in this world.

Moreover, Moira's creations are more focused on crows, ostentatious, well-behaved, gloomy, surly, etc. Some of them have even been distorted to the point that they cannot be seen as crows, but abstract lines have the upper hand.

"How is it? I painted pretty well, right."

When Quinns heard the sound, he turned his head and saw Moira and Olivia standing behind him.

Quinston paused: "Are those twisted crows your paintings when you were backlashed?"

Moira's eyes lit up slightly: "You can see it."

"It's a good idea to use paintings to vent the side effects of elemental backlash." Quinnes nodded appreciatively.

Moira waved her hand: "This is nothing. Similar methods are common among mid-to-high-level transcendents. This is how many weird and strange things come from. When I advance to the legend, I may be able to create a painting. A little weird."

Quinnes fell silent, and a legendary existence was a small source of pollution. This way of venting one's own will and backlash was very likely to be weird.

That is Quinnes, who has just advanced to Tier 4. Although there have been a few backlash crises, without anyone’s guidance, he can only resist himself. Of course, if you really want to be true, cursing can be considered primitive. Catharsis.

"It seems that I can also try to choose one of my own interests." Quinns touched his chin.

Moira: "Drawing is good, how about it? Learn to draw with me."

Quinns shook his head and refused without even thinking about it. He didn't even have any interest in painting. Moira sighed disappointedly, and even said that Quinnes had missed a great opportunity.

Quinnes: "Let's not talk about it, this is Olivia Rupert, you two should know each other."

"Yes," Moira chuckled, "I didn't expect to know another witch, hehe, I wanted to see what a witch is like."

Quinnes was speechless. He discovered that the Witches of St. Dres. Fes might be in the metropolis, and he had more or less innocent thoughts.

Quinnes didn't pick her up, and asked directly: "When will Agatha arrive?"

"Soon, I have notified her, I will give you time to make a fresh cup of coffee, and she will be there."

Moira grinds coffee beans very quickly, mainly because she used witchcraft when she grinds them. After Quinns took a sip of the coffee she served, she suddenly felt a strong, mellow and slightly spicy scent hit the taste buds.

"It's better than your painting." Quinnes blurted out directly, attracting Moira's death gaze, and Olivia giggled to the side and couldn't do it.

The shop door opened silently, and two figures walked into the coffee shop. It was Agatha who entered immediately. Behind Agatha was a short girl with huge black-rimmed glasses resembling a windshield. The leather armor wraps the small body, the freckles on the small face are cute and playful.

But in Quinns' eyes, this short girl had the same breath as Agatha beside her.

Another legendary class.

Quinns' eyes narrowed slightly, making him feel the solemnity of the witch towards this meeting.

"Agatha!" Quinns said, looking at the short girl next to her, and the short girl, after entering the cafe, had never left Quinns again, if it wasn't for Aga Sha firmly pulled the short girl's arm, and Quinnes felt that the other person was about to pounce on it.

The four of them sat down, introduced each other, and exchanged greetings, while Moira came to the side to prepare coffee for the two newly arrived Agatha.

Through the introduction, Quinns knew that the short girl was named Silberling Hill, in Order 8, the name of Alchemy in the Witch Club. Hearing Agatha’s introduction, Queenston suddenly realized that this is the previous one. Well, the alchemist in the witch club that Gasha complained about, no wonder he kept his eyes on Quins since entering.

When Agatha interrupted Si Bailing several times, Si Bailing was very angry, sulking by herself.

Quinns chuckled and said, "Agatha, let Miss Hill finish talking first, otherwise I think Miss Hill will ignore you."

Agatha was helpless, she regretted bringing Si Bailing over.

"Yes, yes," Seeing Quines's support, Si Bailing immediately got excited.

"Then tell me." Agatha touched the inseparable brass umbrella, and gave Quinns an apologetic look.

"Haha, I know Agatha is the best," Si Bailing danced, and under the warning of Agatha's eyes, she immediately sat down and looked at Quins: "Mr. Dodd, what is your spirit? How did it make it? What's the principle? Did it use the Bynar alchemy theory, or the Luya heavy forging method, or the Takaiqiuqin water technique..."

When it comes to professional questions, Sibo Ling comes up with a basket of question marks.

Agatha's face went dark, no one would let someone tell you their unique alchemy. The murderous intent in his eyes shot Si Bailing without any leakage.

Sibailing hadn't heard it, and looked at Quince longingly.

Quinnes smiled slightly: "This won’t be any technology that needs to be kept secret. In fact, as long as I say it, you can think of it. After all, you’ve heard of a seventh-order legend like you, right? , To transform Yuan Yu into the spirit that I named."

"The transformation of the source?!"

As soon as Quinnes finished speaking, even Agatha understood what Quinnes said. After entering the legend, no one would neglect the study of the follow-up path, not to mention the organization of the Sacred Witch of Parr with a solid foundation.

But as a Tier 6 alchemist, he knows how difficult it is to transform the source of a foreign object. After hearing what Quinnes said, Si Bailing was silent immediately. Without comparison, there would be no harm. A Tier 4 wizard can actually do something that even Legendary Transcendents can't do. What kind of freak is this? Sibo Ling wanted to open Quince's skull to see what was inside him.

Speaking of this, the topic of alchemy is actually no longer going on. After Silbering was silent, he started the mode of wandering into the sky, but for Agatha, this is good news. Finally, Silbering can stop for a while. Up.

Agatha looked at Olivia and asked: "How is your Excellency Miro?"

"My lord is fine," Olivia replied with a smile: "My lord also asked me to say hello to Your Excellency Iyevt on her behalf."

"Your Excellency Meiluo's thoughts are accepted on behalf of your lord. I don't know why you are here this time?" Agatha said.

There was a gleam in Quinnes's eyes, who hadn't evaded it, and sure enough, Olivia came here with a less simple purpose.

Olivia: "There are two main things. One is about the relaunch of the Snakehead Project of the Ten Thousand Snakes. The Lord sent me to mean that I want to restore the alliance with the Witch of Pal Saint Var."

"Alliance?" Agatha nodded. She guessed about Olivia's affairs. The restoration of the alliance did not exceed her expectations. There was even such a voice in the witch club.

In fact, the headquarters of the Witch Club and Bebmehanin were located in the capitals of the two empires for a century. Although there were occasional contacts, the two sides did not cooperate on a large scale. It was not until the restart of Wan Snake’s Snakehead Project that it was included in the considerations of both parties. Speaking of which, this alliance has historical origins. Every Snakehead action, in the end, witches and witches will be under various pressures. And come together. So, slowly, this seems to have become a certain convention for both parties.

Agatha: "I think this point will be passed in the Witch Club soon. What about the second thing?"

"The second thing..." Olivia hesitated for a moment. The first thing went well as she expected, but the second thing... "The second thing, Beb Mehanin wanted A chance to enter Sazmi."

"Enter Sazmid?!" Agatha suddenly looked solemn: "Are you serious?"

"Seriously, this is what Master Meiluo meant."

Agatha took a deep breath and said, "You should be aware of the dangers of Swazmi. Moreover, the mysterious place of Swazmi has been suppressed by Lord Narashifi for a long time. If you go in, there is something unexpected. , Whether it's you or Ozmi, do you know the consequences?"

Wazmi is actually a mysterious place! Quinnes, who was a little ignorant in the audience, couldn't help but froze~www.ltnovel.com~ Not enough to see the surprised expressions of Silbering and Moira. It would not be easy to come to this mysterious place.

"Know!" Olivia nodded solemnly.

"Can you tell me the purpose of your going in?" Agatha asked.

"Motesco's evil eye." Olivia did not sell her. Since she wants to enter the Azmiland, if she doesn't even say her purpose, even her allies will not easily agree.

Agatha: "Motesco's big evil eye?! You are crazy, this is a level 7 weird."

At this time, Sibo Ling suddenly interjected: "Mortsko’s Evil Eye, I remember that in addition to the precious material, it is also the main material for refining the 8th-order Revenant Secret Medicine. Could it be that your Bebmehan has been killed by the 7th Or is it infested by the 8th rank resentful soul?"

"It's a Tier 8 resentment," Olivia nodded bitterly: "Yes, time is urgent, so I hid here in the name of being chased by ten thousand snakes, in fact, to be able to communicate with you first. , Get your consent as soon as possible."

Agatha: "I understand the matter, and I will inform the adults as soon as possible."