Not a Witch

On the lawn by the river bank, a gray tent was set up, surrounded by a few pebbles, with firewood and dead branches piled in the middle, and then a puppet was placed on the stone pier next to it. Build a bonfire and cook a small pot on the fire.

The silver-haired girl was not by the fire, but sitting on a stone by the river, holding a fishing rod, quietly waiting for the fish to take the bait.An emerald green fluorescent butterfly floats on the night river with a fishing line in its mouth, luring nearby fish and serving as an indicator float.

"Albert, turn down the fire, the fish hasn't taken the bait yet." The girl turned her head and said in a low voice, then the puppet bear obediently turned down the heat so as not to boil the water in the pot dry.

Looking at the river water in the dark night, the few fish tactfully circled the bait, but refused to swallow it all at once. Lorraine Hill finally couldn't help feeling a little hungry, and shot directly.

I gave you a chance, don't blame me.I thought to myself, and then several wind blades were drawn into the water, directly picking out all three fish into the air.

Then the green wind surrounded it, and the debris fell in waves. After cleaning it up, it was washed again with clean water, and a few fish fell into the boiling hot pot.

Putting down the fishing rod, Lorraine Hill walked back to the campfire again and sat on the stone pier next to him.

First put in the prepared salt and chives, a small amount of cooking wine, and some spices, and cover the pot.

After finishing it, Lorraine Hill waited quietly with her small face propped up. The orange fire light reflected her gray stockings and black skirt, and the night wind blew past, quickly blowing away the white steam from the gap in the pot lid. A burst of fragrance overflowed.

After about 5 minutes, after cooking, the girl opened the lid of the pot, and the wooden chopsticks turned the fish pieces, the silvery white and black fish skin rolled, revealing the white and tender fish meat underneath, and the green onions kept rolling in the hot soup, making a snoring sound .

Picking up a piece, the girl opened her mouth slightly to blow off the heat from the fish, and then began to taste the fish fillet cooked by herself. The mellow cooking wine with a hint of sweetness of the fish melted in her mouth.

Well, fortunately, there is no regression.

While eating, the girl thought back to the past when she was a child. At that time, she was also sitting by the river in her hometown to fish. Unfortunately, her luck has not been very good. Most of the fish she caught were small crucian carp, and she usually asked her grandma to help cook the soup.

Going back and forth can be regarded as a simple way to get to the fish, but unfortunately there are few opportunities to do it in previous lives, and many steps can't be remembered clearly.

Just as the girl was sitting by the campfire enjoying dinner quietly, there was a sudden sound of falling water not far away, followed by the sound of a wooden pole sliding.

anyone there?

Lorraine Hill stood up a little surprised, because according to her perception, it was extremely rare to be able to approach silently.

When she rushed to the river again, the emerald green butterfly floating on the river had disappeared without a trace, and only the tail of the fishing rod was floating on the river, drifting away into the distance.

A strange and frightening feeling suddenly came to her heart, like an instinctive disgust, the girl frowned as she watched the fishing rod keep drifting away.

She floated up cautiously, flying in mid-air, overlooking the river below, it was dark, only the sound of gurgling water could be heard.

wow——

With jagged teeth, violent stench, and a huge gaping mouth, a huge strange fish jumped out of the water, and with a speed that was not commensurate with its huge body, it rushed towards the silver-haired girl, and was bound to swallow it in one gulp.

It was as if 1 people were talking in your ear, and various voices and thoughts poured into your mind. A severe sense of dizziness and nausea hit the girl's consciousness, and the system kept sending black warning messages.

The sensitive perception in the past has now become a huge weakness. The consciousness was blurred by the impact, making the girl's body unstable, and there was a sharp pain. The calf was directly bitten by the strange fish and dragged into the icy river.

The freezing cold of the river in winter made Lorraine Hill's mind a little clearer. She resisted the tingling pain in her calf and closed her mouth and ears tightly to prevent the river from flowing backwards.Then the pupils opened suddenly, and a bright red color appeared in the river.

In the turbulent river, Lorraine Hill was dragged forward by the strange fish, a red light flashed, and the blood-red spear was directly inserted into the head of the fish, making it painful. of purple blood.

The strange fish still clenched tightly, but as the poisonous blood spread, its lower jaw gradually became paralyzed. Finally, taking advantage of its loosening, Lorraine Hill broke free from the fish's mouth and flew into the air again.

The wet dress became icy and uncomfortable in the cold winter wind, but the girl did not dare to stay for a moment, and kept flying towards the sky, which was her home field.

In the end, her figure passed through the sea of ​​clouds, her bright red wings were bathed in the moonlight, and then she stopped slowly, and the nausea and dizziness that invaded her brain finally disappeared.

Only then did the girl notice the information prompted by the system.

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Chapter 120 The Witch's Past

The information prompted by the system was as black as ink, as if it had some ominous taste.Lorraine Hill's heart also fell, squeezed out the bruise on her leg, and healed the wound, and then she fell slowly again, suspended high above the canyon, but unfortunately there was no such strange fish in the river at this time The figure, leaving only the quiet sound of running water.

The feeling of panic before dissipated, and the system remained quiet.

The girl stretched out her right hand, and the fiery red light rolled into the surface of the river in the canyon like a waterfall, reflecting every part of the river. Lorraine Hill's eyes were burning. After searching for a long time, she still didn't find the strange fish.

strange?

She extinguished the fire that covered a radius of nearly 10 miles, and then thousands of winds began to flow in the magnificent river valley, constantly blowing a corner of the interior, every crevice of the rock, and the shadow of every bush.

I can't see it on the river, nor in the canyon. Strange, where did that strange fish go?

Could it be hiding under the water? But the deepest part of the river is only ten meters. With the huge body of that strange fish, it can be found quickly on the surface of the river.

Until the end, Lorraine Hill did not find the strange fish.As a last resort, she had no choice but to go back to the tent where she slept.

After dealing with the bonfire and putting away her belongings, she moved the tent to the top of the canyon cliff far away from the river. Although it was very windy here, at least it was safe. to a place.

After a restful night, the girl set off again the next day. This time, she didn't stop and flew directly to Emenas from a high altitude. There should be information she needed to know.

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The spacious Blue Stream River is still turbulent, and the solid grand bridge spans the north and the south, and the thousands-meter-long bridge connects Emenas and the plain on the south side.

When Lorraine Hill arrived at the Bridge of Never Falling, the sky was approaching evening, the river water reflected the setting sun, sparkling, and in the purple-red sunset, the bridge lights were lit up one by one. From a distance, these bridges The lights are like scales on a ruler, neatly measuring the river.

Before returning, all students had to register at the bridge gate, and were not allowed to fly into the school at will, otherwise they would be intercepted by the patrolling senior members of the order department, and they would even be attacked if they forced their way in.Most of the members of the Ministry of Order are above Sequence 6, they are the elite among the students, and it is difficult for ordinary people to resist.

Lorraine Hill also obediently landed at the city gate, filled in the name and information according to the requirements of the form, and then returned to the central school building on the magical locomotive.

Opening the door of the dark dormitory, there was no one inside, Lorraine Hill belatedly sighed that he came early and wasted a day or two of vacation.

But the important thing at the moment is not this. After putting down the suitcase, she jumped directly from the window sill of the dormitory, spread her emerald green wings, and flew directly to the north.

Shaking off a few snow particles on the dress, the girl stretched out her palm and pressed it on the stone slab, and then the gemstones on the stone door lit up and opened to both sides.

Walking into the quiet stargazing room, the candlesticks among the bookshelves are also lit, spreading to the depths.

A petite figure with black hair was still sitting on the high wooden chair, reflecting the candlelight beside him, writing something quietly.

Lorraine Hill walked forward lightly, and finally stopped slowly in front of this witch of books who looked like a loli, but actually lived for an unknown number of years.

"Come here so late, there must be something urgent, little Luolan." Si Ye raised his head, looked at the silver-haired junior in front of him with dark red eyes, and said unhurriedly, showing the senior's calmness and calm.

"Well, yesterday I met a very big and strange fish, it should be a phantom of chaos."

Lorraine Hill began to describe his experiences and doubts in detail.As the witch in charge of books, this senior should understand something.

After listening to the silver-haired girl's description, Si Ye remained motionless, with long black hair and pale skin like an enamel doll.

After a long time, she said, "Well, I see."

Is that all?Is there no other explanation?The doubts in Lorraine Hill's heart swirled like thick clouds, and finally he couldn't help but continue to ask.

"Senior Si Ye, can you share your opinion?"

The witch who looked like an enamel doll was silent for a while, and then said again: "If you encounter it next time, you'd better run away quickly and don't have extra thoughts. The sages will deal with this matter."

After asking some more questions, Si Ye refused to say more, so Lorraine Hill had no choice but to leave.

Just as she was about to leave, a pale yellow page fell in front of her, and then Si Ye's words came from behind her: "About chaos and disasters, many unofficial records are chaotic and conflicting. If you really want to understand, You can consult these books, the records on them are more true.”

"Thank you." Lorraine Hill took the paper, turned his head to thank him, and then left the quiet stargazing room.

After Lorraine Hill left for a long time, another voice appeared in the quiet room.

"Si Ye can't speak anymore, you will make little Luolan feel very cold."

A slightly sweet voice sounded, and then a girl in a pink and white princess dress walked out of the mirror, resting her hands on the back of the wooden chair.

"Chris, you don't need to remind me." Si Ye puffed up her cheeks slightly.

"Ah, who would have known that the dean of the High Tower Academy is a loli who is afraid of speaking long sentences, hehe." Chris pinched Si Ye's bulging cheek from behind, and then leaned her head against the on its shoulders.

Seeing that Si Ye was about to raise a book to hit someone again, Chrissy's figure flashed past, and then walked out from another mirror again, standing under the moonlit window sill.

"Haha."

"Okay, okay, no kidding." Chris moved out a chair from the mirror again and sat by the window, and then said.

"The information brought by little Lorraine should be true. With her affinity for the wind, she should have a strong perception. It's strange that she won't be so easy to understand."

"Maybe it's because her sequence level isn't high yet," Si Ye said.

"I have personally experienced the disaster of chaos. The distorted dissonance and weirdness can be smelled from far away. The witch is extremely sensitive to this kind of thing. Even when the sequence is low, it can easily Perceived."

"Hmph, after all, Si Ye is still young and has never seen that kind of scene. If you are willing to call me Sister Chrissy, I don't mind printing that feeling into a book for you to read." After finishing speaking, Chris took out a light pink folding fan, covered the corners of her mouth, and looked at the enamel doll in front of her with a slight smile.

"Forget it, it's not a wonderful feeling." Si Ye shook his head and continued.

"In that case, it's a little strange. Either that Chaos Phantom is special, or..." Her voice hesitated at this point.

"Either someone deliberately blinded that child's perception." Chris said what Si Ye guessed.

"But who can do it, is it a senior witch who made fun of her, or a certain Sequence Nine holding a sacred artifact."

"There are only 2-3 holy artifacts that can achieve this effect, and they are all in the hands of famous sages. Their current whereabouts are not here." Si Ye shook his head and said slowly.

"Any other witches..." Chris shook the folding fan, bringing out bursts of light.

"She is a descendant of Trinasha, and she is naturally favored and protected by Dides. No one from our side has been active outside recently. Selene and the others went to find the ruins of the twilight era, and they are not in the world of Ivar."

"I can't figure out who is so boring, hey..." Chris crossed her legs and looked at the folding fan in her hand with her head propped up.

"Forget it, anyway, little Lorraine has the backing of Tides, and other witches don't dare to bully her too much."

"It was the same with Clancia last year. If Tidess hadn't been helping behind the scenes, how could the rebel army have captured the capital of Solander so easily."

"Although she is taking care of the younger generation, Tides is too enthusiastic. I suspect she did it on purpose." Chris was a little dissatisfied and tapped her palm with a folding fan.

"She must still be thinking about Oz."

"Okay, Chris, don't talk about it anymore. We were too radical about Oz, otherwise Dorothy wouldn't have died." Si Ye slowly closed the book, his voice was small and full of vicissitudes.

"After all, Tides is also the leader of the country of Oz, one of the two witches, and it is reasonable for her to hate us."

Chapter 120 Three Biscuits of Bumansha

After leaving the tower on the top of the mountain, Lorraine Hill put a piece of paper with the bibliography in his arms, then jumped into the sea of ​​clouds and returned to the central school building.

Passing through the sea of ​​clouds and sky under the moonlight, and then folded the emerald green butterfly wings, the dress fluttered in the air and slowly fell into the school building below.

When winter comes, the apricot trees next to the school buildings have lost their branches and leaves, and they look a little bare. Only a small number of fir trees stand upright between the school buildings, playing the role of blocking sight.

Before entering the school building, Lorraine Hill shook the dress on his body a little, scattering a small amount of snowflakes, and then walked into the quieter dormitory building.

Since I came earlier, there are not many people in the dormitory at present, and many rooms are still dark.Lorraine Hill caressed the pine handrail and walked on the stairs of the corridor. The chandelier under the ceiling exuded a warm yellow light, but the air was still a bit cold.

A few senior students in white dresses walked in front, and they talked about current affairs with each other.