Not a Witch

"Yes, everyone is proud of killing their opponents." Recalling the wildfire confrontation last year, the opponent who fell in the sea of ​​​​fire, Niya's voice became a little low.

It took her a while to recover.

"Lorland, a lot of things have changed..." Nya leaned her head behind Lorraine Hill, looked at the burning fire, recalled her experiences and knowledge from childhood to adulthood, and murmured.

Since I was a child, I had to fight with my peers. If I win, I will eat, and if I lose, I will be hungry.She has never been told the importance of knowledge and culture, and she has never seen a way of life other than herding and fighting.Life seems to be so monotonous and cruel, only occasionally there is some warmth among the same race.

The verdant grassland is not a gentle harbor, but a battlefield full of fighting.The adults shouted at each other, raised their scimitars, and told their own reasons. No one paid attention to those ancient poems, and no one looked up at the beautiful starry sky.

Anxiety called food locks everyone firmly in the bits and pieces of life, never letting go, and exhausted.

Occasionally I am full today, but tomorrow I have to worry about where the next meal will be.

Like wild animals trapped in a cage, their fate has long been doomed, and they can only keep chasing their own tails and eating each other to survive.

But luckily, a passing girl finally opened the blood-stained cage with her hands, releasing the beast trapped inside, allowing it to run under the starry sky.

The grassy wilderness has finally returned to its original beauty.

Free as the wind, bold and unruly as the flame.

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Three days later, Gufia Grassland.

The nailed wheels ran over the soft grass, and the carriage was a little bumpy in the field. Five carriages moved forward on the road, three of which carried goods, and two carried passengers, heading south.

The gray-white wooden carriage is very ordinary, and the drivers are several humans. If you observe carefully, you will find that this group of people are the bards who performed and invited Lorraine Hill at the Flame Conference.

The young coachman drove the horse leisurely, and as the sun gradually rose, he felt a little hungry, so he shouted back.

"Sister, I'm hungry~"

"Find something to eat by yourself." A female voice said angrily.

"I'm busy right now."

"Are you my own sister? I shouldn't have been instigated by you back then. I was so tired after running so far." The younger brother muttered a little dissatisfied.

"Here." The window at the front of the carriage was pushed open, and a girl with a black ponytail stuffed bread into her younger brother's mouth, blocking the mouth that was about to complain.

"Wow, sister, can you really make a promise, next time~" the younger brother of the coachman asked, chewing on the bread.

"No problem, if our new compilation can be successfully completed, it must be more than ten years ago. By then, you will be rich and able to marry a beautiful girl." The woman said a little excitedly, holding The work did not stop.

You can see from the car window that there is a small table with messy books, quills, paints, ink bottles, etc. on it.Some sentences and sketches were scrawled on the drawings, as if they were trying to describe some scene.

The well-dressed young woman picked up the drawing book again, opened one of the pages and continued to draw. Bright paints danced freely on the drawing book, quickly outlining a shocking beauty.Thanks to the extraordinary skill of this poetess, she can easily paint on a swaying carriage.

"Who would have thought that we were so lucky this time that we actually witnessed the legend with our own eyes."

Thinking back carefully to the peerless scene that day, as the paint continued to fill, surrounded by green forests, fluorescent flowers bloomed in the shade, and in the center of the picture, a girl in a white skirt sat on a branch, holding a piano And singing, although the face is blurred, but the beautiful scenery like a fairyland still brings people boundless shock.

The eulogizing poems have never been cut off, and the past stories may be gradually forgotten by people, but new legends have also begun to be written.

In the center of the Gufia Grassland, which used to be rough and heroic, now there is an exquisite and light statue.

A young girl stands in the wind, her long sleeves and dress fluttering in the wind, her hands raised high, as if there are flames blooming in her hands, and a lush pasture grows beside her skirt and feet.

The dress on the statue is elegant, and the flames are burning lifelike. Only the girl's face is not depicted in detail, and the blank space is just right, which has aroused countless people's reverie.

Although it was a scorching sun, there were still crowds of grateful people around the statue. They held alfalfa, kowtowed their heads, and chanted the name of Alani with pious expressions.

A few birds landed on the statue's shoulders, looked at the crowd below, tilted their heads, chirped, and then flapped their wings and took off.Under the cloudy sky, the emerald green wilderness is boundless, and the stream of people extends to the distant horizon.

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After half a year, Lorraine Hill returned to the original small home again, with fiery red maple leaves falling, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, she pushed open the dusty wooden door for a long time.

The furnishings in the house are the same as before, except for a little dust.

"Looks like it needs to be cleaned up."

As soon as she said it, the girl first tied her hair up with a headband and put on a homely cotton dress. Then she took out a wooden barrel from the room and went to the stream not far from the courtyard to get water.

puff--

The wooden barrel made of maple fell into the water, and then gurgled clear and cold mountain spring water.Occasionally, a few crimson maple leaves entered the barrel along the flowing water, were carefully picked out by the girl, and then fell back into the water.

The clear stream reflects the dense layers of maple leaves in the sky, and the fiery red maple leaves also dye the stream into an intoxicating red.

Returning to the maple hut with a half-full wooden barrel, Lorraine Hill took a thick white cotton rag from the cabinet.Soak the rag in water, take it out after wetting it, and you don't have to wring it too dry when the water is poured.

First of all, the indoor furniture, because the extraordinary maple wood is waterproof, and she used the magic of natural sequence to seal it, basically it will not leak.You don't have to worry about getting the contents stored inside wet when you scrub.

The water was thin and scattered from the cabinet and the table, and as the girl scrubbed, they began to return to their original red maple color.

First scrub it roughly, then change a rag, and scrub it carefully for the second time. For some sunken corners, carefully press the rag with your fingers, stick it in, and wipe it clean.

After scrubbing the furniture, the next step is the floor.

The girl squatted down and put the rag on one side of the floor, pressed it with a little force, and then pushed it to the other side. The water waded across the gray floor, revealing the original reddish brown.

After doing this many times, the first room was scrubbed roughly.

Then the second, the third... until all the rooms have been roughly scrubbed.

The black sewage is collected and poured into a small field behind the courtyard, which is regarded as waste utilization.

Then a bucket of clean water was brought in for a second scrubbing. After this scrubbing, the sewage was much lighter.

After everything was scrubbed, it was dark.

After pouring out the sewage and putting the cleaning tools back in the utility room, Lorraine Hill stood up, wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand, and let out a soft breath.

Speaking of which, I haven't done housework properly for a long time, and I'm actually a little rusty.

Walking on the wet floor with bare feet, a cool feeling spread from the soles of the feet, and the silvery moonlight spilled from the window sill into the room, falling on the still wet floor.

The girl put her arms on the windowsill and looked up at the bright moon in the sky.

If my mother sees this picture, she will probably say me again.

My mother always does housework in the early morning, because there are very few people active during this time, and no one will walk by and leave footprints while doing it.The early morning sunlight can also accelerate its drying.

It is naturally difficult for me to see that scene when I go to school on weekdays, but during holidays, I always sleep until almost noon before getting up.When I came out of the bedroom with sleepy eyes, I could smell the unique smell of water vapor evaporating, and then I was scolded by my mother, and the sun was drying my buttocks.

Then carefully step on the floor without water marks, and walk to wash without leaving footprints.

My mother is an extremely hardworking person, so naturally she doesn't look down on me who is idle. Whenever she is on vacation, she will let herself do housework.

It's a pity that I don't do it well, and I often get lazy and use only one hand to mop. My mother often tells me to use both hands together and bend down to look like I'm working.

At that time, I thought that as long as I wiped it clean, it would be fine, and the work was not for outsiders to see, so why bother.Sometimes I will step on the mop with one foot to scrub some difficult stains, thinking that it is also very good.

With the memories of the past in his mind, Lorraine Hill walked into the kitchen, picked up the boiling kettle, went to the bathroom next to him, and took a comfortable hot bath with the cool and clean stream water.

Putting on a clean white dress, the girl moved a bamboo recliner into the courtyard.

On an autumn night, under the tall red maple tree, the girl lay on a bamboo lounge chair, feeling the coolness of the night breeze blowing over her body.

The leaves rustled softly, a bright moon hung high in the night sky, and the silver light like water sprinkled the mountains and fields, and a few lonely birdsong came from the distant forest.

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After returning to her home for a long time, she didn't have to think about anything, and she didn't have to worry about anything. Lorraine Hill was lying on the familiar small bed. The white quilt was very soft and warm on her body. Made of starlight cloth and cotton, the white quilt also has a white star pattern, which is a little cute, but not too fancy.

I took a good rest at home for a few days, and usually didn't get up until noon during the day.After eating something, she would take a walk in the courtyard, and sometimes walk barefoot on the bluestone and grass, feel the roughness and coldness of the stone and the warmth in the sun, and experience the feeling of the tip of the grass gently brushing the soles of her feet.

In the afternoon, I would wear a light yellow straw hat and sit under the tree trunk by the stream, sometimes I would go fishing, and sometimes I would just lie on the rocks by the stream and take a nap, and let the straw hat cover my face The body is blocked by the sun in the shade of the trees, and the breeze blows the body.

At night, I am very energetic. I will move a small bench and sit in the courtyard, and then light a fire in a small pit to grill the fish caught during the day. Sprinkle some salt and scallions. The delicate, white and tender fish meat is very smooth .After eating the fish, turn over the roasted sweet potatoes under the fire, peel off the hot skin to reveal the steamy and cooked part inside, wait for the breeze to cool for a period of time, and then eat it in small bites.

If it is raining, I will sit quietly in front of the window, looking at the outside world, shrouded in the misty autumn rain, listening to the fine raindrops hitting the forest and mountains, and then feeling the water mist blowing on my face Breathe the fresh, cool air.

The days passed leisurely, and Lorraine Hill was able to relax during this time.

In fact, in school, roommates and classmates are not difficult people to get along with, but there are always more or less concerns when there are many people, not as free as when alone.When she returned home, she could get up at noon, walk and wander in the mountains in the afternoon, get some food in the evening, and then write and draw something in her room late at night.

Another afternoon, Lorraine Hill sat on a clean rock by the stream, rolled up her skirt, and then put her bare feet into the clear running water, feeling the coolness of the stream and the feeling of gently brushing her feet.

In a small pit by the stream, there are a few pieces of red charcoal burning quietly. As the breeze blows, the edges of the charcoal slowly turn into gray-white 'fluff', and then peel off, revealing the bright red part.

A simple triangular iron stand is supported on the charcoal fire, and a small iron pot is placed on it.The steam in the iron pan was churning, making a slight snoring sound. Some delicious food was cooked in it, including mushrooms, radishes, green vegetables, tomatoes, and sliced ​​meat. Add some salt, shallots, and a small amount of oil.The original flavor of the food is fully displayed, and the small hot pot exudes bursts of fragrance.

When the food is almost cooked, a pair of bamboo chopsticks is gently poked out, deep into the small hot pot, pick up a piece of mushroom, blow in a small mouth, after it cools down, put it into the light-colored lips, and slowly taste the flavor Juice and taste.

Delicious~

Lorraine Hill cheered a little in his heart, then continued to pick up a piece and put it in his mouth, and then lay comfortably on the stone beside him, ignoring the ladylike appearance of the past.

The sunlight passes through the layers of red maple leaves, and sprinkles sparsely on the grass in the forest, reflecting a mottled appearance. The girl enjoys a free time.

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In this way, half a month later, the girl remembered with uneasy conscience that she had to do something serious.

As for Crancia, this year is mainly about resuming production and opening up roads. These two things alone will take a lot of energy and time. It is estimated that it will take 1-2 years before the whole country will initially stabilize.This is a process of slow digestion, and she can't be in a hurry, and she can't get too much involved.

On Carites' side, the production of the steam turbine is still being perfected, and the selection of materials and the construction of the production line also take time. I only need to contact occasionally to supervise the progress.

In other words, her own task this year is to focus on self-improvement, and bring a few students on the right track by the way.Although the system's task guidance has brought out a few powerful apprentices, such things as learning and practicing mainly depend on the individual. It is impossible for her to follow and replace her like a nanny, and that is unrealistic.

I only need to grasp its general direction, and then mention it when it has confusion and difficulties. I don’t have to worry too much about other places. After all, these students are still hardworking, um... Except for Yeling, this little guy is lazier than himself.

In my own words, the main goal of this year or the main goal of the coming year is the angel sequence.

Thinking of this, Lorraine closed his eyes and slowly felt the pure white core in his body. The flawless white jade was covered with complicated light blue lines, just like fine porcelain. These silky lines kept pulling Ma Na, enter the center of the core, compress these manas, train them into the pure white magic power of the angel sequence, and then store them.

In addition, inside the core, the exquisite inscriptions are constructed like a small melting pot, and the stored pure white magic power is put into it, and then quenched and compressed for the second time.Such quintessential angelic magic power has also turned into a faint silver color, like extremely tiny water droplets, being carefully preserved in the core.Even in fighting and casting spells, these silver magic powers will not be used, because this is not a power that I can control now.

If ordinary magic power is compared to ordinary flowing water, these silver magic powers are metal-like liquids, and their mass is several times that of the former.

The magic power is like water, the strength of the extraordinary core is like a water pump, and the low sequence is like spraying people with a water gun, with little lethality.And the high sequence is like using a high-pressure water gun to impact, the same amount of magic power can cause greater power.

The moves and skills are like the method of using water. Simple skills are like shooting with a water gun, which has little lethality. High-level skills are like condensing water into an ice hammer to hit people, and the power is greatly increased.

Therefore, even with the same Sequence and job description, in the hands of different people, their strengths are completely different. The Sequence number can only roughly judge the strength of a certain person, and cannot be used as a basis for judgment. This is very obvious before Sequence 5.

However, after Sequence 5, this situation will be greatly reduced, and cross-class battles will become more and more difficult. Sequence 8 and Sequence 9 are like a natural barrier. Some geniuses may advance to Sequence 50 when they are in their 8s, but they spend their lives in poverty None of them can advance to Sequence 9. This is not only the accumulation of magic power, but more of a problem with the construction of the extraordinary core.