Not a Witch

"Colored house? It seems that I only see a huge colorful mushroom."

"Yes, yes, those big mushrooms are houses, I didn't expect it."

"I still heard in some ancient books or stories of old people that some races in ancient times lived in this kind of natural house."

"But this kind of house is not as strong as a stone and brick house." Brand thought for a while.

"Solid? No, no, it doesn't matter. What matters is that you don't find it very novel and gorgeous?" Frion shook his head and continued.

"Think about it, if there is such a restaurant in those big cities, mushroom houses with colorful colors, different exotic delicacies, extraordinary fruits that have never been seen before, and rabbit-eared girls with novel clothes. What a gimmick it would be. what."

"I can guarantee that if this store is opened, it will recover the cost in half a year, and after that, it will be profitable, and it can also be chained, just like the recently popular Blossom series, they are the main elf natural style, we will The main theme is fairy tales and exotics."

"It's really amazing." Hearing this, Brand also has a lot of inspiration, and it seems that he can add some new ideas, such as novel poetry and music, with splendid trinkets for sale, and put on a few performances before the opening to promote it. , guaranteed to set off a wave among the upper class nobility.Those young masters and young ladies who like fantasy will send money over in a rush.

Even if their parents object, it can be said that these fruits have strange effects, enhance cultivation, improve skin constitution, etc., and maybe even attract a group of noble ladies as loyal customers.

Brand's family mainly sells accessories. Although it is not as big as the big business associations, it also has a good reputation in some small categories. It is very clear about the psychology and hobbies of some girls and ladies.

"How about it, why don't we join hands to make a fortune." Flyon suggested that his family started out by buying and selling food, and there are many restaurants under his name. Unfortunately, it has always been in the low-end market before, and high-end restaurants have never been done before. This is also the reason why he is willing to share this inspiration with Brand, and wants to pull him in.Brand has been in the aristocratic circle for many years, and he is very clear about this style.

"This, I have to investigate, Brand didn't immediately agree." The businessman said it well, and some of these things still need to be observed and thought before making a decision.

"Okay, it's too late today, let's have dinner together in two days and continue to chat." Flyon is not in a hurry, this is indeed a good project, and he is confident that Brand will be moved.

Some things in the Tisilan Mountains quickly attracted the attention of these businessmen, and in an instinctive business mind, they began to seriously think about the business opportunities contained in them.

The simplest is the trade in food and fruit, but unfortunately the Rabbit Ears are doing it themselves, so they don't need to make this money.

The second is the extraordinary monsters in the mountains. These monsters and the rabbit-eared people get along well, which is really eye-opening. Some monster materials that were not easy to obtain before seem to be very common here, such as some monster bones buried in the valley, some The feathers and long hairs of the monsters faded, the flame monsters that helped the rabbit-eared metallurgy, the beheading sparrows that helped the harvest, and the cute fairy that attracted many people to watch, everything was so novel.

Although most of the commoners in this world have no money, the aristocratic merchants are still very wealthy, which is very attractive in an era of lack of entertainment.

Therefore, the first batch of investment businessmen first aimed at tourism or cultural industries.

They invited some painters to paint a picture book based on this beautiful landscape, and then matched some fantastic and poignant love stories, and then packaged it into an opera and made a restaurant with related themes, which quickly became popular on the mainland.

So much so that the original name of the mountain range, 'Tisiran', became synonymous with a style of architecture and clothing.

Just like how people on the blue planet used to describe Bavarian, Gothic, and ancient Greek styles.

It symbolizes the magical wonderland of colorful colors, colorful and bright, fairy tale style.

Chapter 5 Wildfire Burns

After returning to the Tissilan Mountains, Roland Hill naturally also received a letter from Pullman through the Rabbit Ears.

As the initiator of the West Wind Uprising, and the most core personnel, he took the throne of the leader of course, but Crancia is not the feudal country of the past, they are trying to find their own way.

After combining the knowledge given by Roland Hill, they began to form their own government institutions, most of which cited some advanced ideals of modernization, and also combined the former consul system of the Mercury Dynasty to form a new system.

First of all, the highest political organization of the country is the Council of Stars, in which the highest leader of the country is called the Star Leader.Then various systems and institutions are established according to the needs of the country, such as education, military, agriculture, commerce and so on.

The star leaders are elected by the parliament. During their term of office, they nominate and form their own team, hold important positions, and control the overall situation with them as the core.

Pullman's letter was of course an invitation to Lorraine Hill, hoping that she would come to Crancia.

Although he understood that this was Pullman's gratitude and heartfelt thoughts, Loren Hill still didn't want to go, at least not yet.

First of all, when Pullman was spreading that knowledge, although he did not have his own portrait, he also told many people the name of Loren Hill. If she went, she would probably be enshrined as a saint.

But this kind of feeling is not very good. Only the dead or non-existent people are the most perfect, and mistakes are bound to be made when alive.

And if she went to Crancia, too many people and things would be affected by her. Even if she said the wrong thing or made a mistake, no one would dare to point it out. Going more and more crooked.In the end, either the image is broken and people are attacked, or the responsibility is getting bigger and bigger.

So even if they go, it's not now, but when everything is stable, so that they won't interfere with their own thoughts.

In this way, she wrote a long reply, told Pullman her thoughts, and then declined the student's invitation.

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Gufia Alliance, Hoarfrost Steppe.

The cold wind whistled, and the half-person-high letter bamboo grass undulated in the wind. The thick grass was like an emerald green ocean that spread across the entire field of vision. Walking in it, I pushed aside the grass in front of me with my hands from time to time. Hiding and appearing in the pasture.

Since the collapse of the Crazy Fang Empire a thousand years ago, this northern grassland has gradually become the last reserved place for the orcs.

There are more than 40 tribes living here. They are various branches of the orcs. Some are very powerful, with millions of people, while others are very weak, with at least a few hundred people, struggling on the verge of disappearing.

Not every tribe is so lucky to meet a silver-haired girl who saves them, and more of them disappear silently in this world.In fact, this is also the normal state of the world. There are countless races that have perished from ancient times to the present. Naturally, they are constantly evolving and eliminated, and they are not transferred by personal will.

The vast horn sounded in the wind, and the white grains of the bamboo grass fluttered slowly in the wind, like thousands of dandelions.A chestnut-haired girl, holding a long walking stick, walked in the grass sea as high as her chest, surrounded by a circle of orcs of various ethnic groups, some cheering, some howling, Some are also beating thunderous drums.

The drums were loud, and opposite the girl stood a man more than three meters tall. He was full of beard and reddish brown hair, and he held a giant axe that was as high as a man in both hands.

The girl was wearing grey clothes and a short skirt that was easy to move around. Above her ears, there were a pair of downwardly curved horns, which were like sheep's horns, and the big man on the opposite side was like a lion's mane, full of hair. strength and deterrence.

When the lion-like man saw the girl with horns approaching, he roared loudly, and the violent sound directly pressed down the grass in front of him, forcing the girl to stick her cane on the ground to resist the urge to blow people away. of air waves.

His eyes were confused by the wind, so he could only lower his head to block it with his arm, but there was the sound of the earth shaking under his feet.

The girl with horns didn't have time to run, so she knelt down and fell on her back. The sharp axe slashed over her face, like chopping a small piece of wood. She cut off a section of her cane, and her chestnut hair was also cut off. The attack that nearly killed her was almost avoided.

After the giant axe swept across, she moved quickly, still holding most of the cane in her hand.

As the flames spread on the cane, her brown-black pupils seemed to flash a gleam of fire.The cane swayed, the flame swayed, and the grass was ignited, spreading outward like an arc, advancing like a wall of fire.

At the same time, many flames were like snakes, flying in the air, shooting at the big man on the opposite side.

The lion-like big man wielded a giant axe, and the strong wind pressure directly swept away the fire snake in front of him. Then he swung the giant axe around his body in a trajectory like a full moon, and cut the grass beside him. With a loud shout, the wild air waves scattered the grass around him, causing it to fly in all directions.

The fire spreading on the ground is also difficult to move forward in the face of the swept fire belt.

Taking advantage of the flames to temporarily separate the opponents, the girl with horns quickly waved her cane, and the violently burning flames followed the cane in circles one after another. , continues to spread.

Seeing this, the big lion directly lifted the giant axe. Bright brilliance appeared on the surface of the axe. Following the giant axe's slash in the air, an axe light split the atmosphere and flew forward rapidly.

When the girl with horns saw the giant axe flashing light, she didn't have time to think that the galloping light of the axe had already approached her, cold, sharp and extremely dangerous.

The cane was shattered, blood splattered in the air, and from the right shoulder to the lower left, a long gap appeared on the body, bone-piercing pain, rich blood, and a weak body that could not stand.

The shofar girl let out a painful hissing sound, and scratched with her fingers on the ground, grabbing some broken dirt and yellow grass roots.

Regardless of the injury, she struggled to stand up quickly, one eye could not be opened due to the pain, and the other eye nervously observed the huge figure that was approaching fast.In the firelight, along with the heavy steps, the huge body holding the giant axe, as if to cover the sky, rushed towards him.

"Poly inflammation!"

Facing forward, she stretched out the only arm she could use, and the flames scattered on the ground rushed towards her opponent.On the huge field with a diameter of [-] meters, the circles of fire scattered all over the place continued to gather towards the central target, rising like a volcanic eruption.

The crimson and transparent flames brought a suffocating high temperature, constantly entwining around the big man with lion hair and mane. Every time he took a breath, he inhaled a mouthful of flame. The inside and outside were scorching hot. , but still can't break free from this invisible burning cage.

The flames rose and swept across, and finally, the huge and powerful body collapsed, leaving only a charred black.The orcs who were watching around shouted excitedly, as if they were applauding, but also as if they were celebrating. They didn't care about the tragic death of their kin, as if they were used to it and commonplace.

Humans who know their customs are not surprised, because these are the orcs of the ancient Fia steppe, they are arrogant and fearless, they love to fight, they despise the weak, and they are not afraid of death.

The horned girl sat quietly on the grass, looking at the charred body in front of her that was no longer breathing, surrounded by the cheers of other orcs, and for some reason, she felt a chill and sadness in her heart.

At this time, a highly respected shaman walked into the center of the venue, raised his wooden staff, and announced in cheers.

"Niya of the Sheephorn, victory! And she will be eligible to go to Emenas!"

Chapter 6 Two Boys ([-])

Green Empire, the mountain behind Burris's house.

The ground between the mountains is covered with withered and green leaves, and the black soil is very soft. When you step on it, you can hear the sound of the dead leaves breaking. Occasionally, you can see a few ants crawling under the fallen leaves and on the tree trunks. Small pellets of food, some are the corpses of other insects, and some are some pine nut debris, crawling in various crevices.

The fence made of dead wood branches was pulled diagonally, and part of it had loosened, revealing rusted nails, which would shake a little as the wind blew through.

A boy with golden brown hair came over. He was about 16 years old. He was wearing a white shirt that was easy to move, wear-resistant leather pants on his lower body, and a broad sword on his shoulder. Look at the old scabbard and grinding The shiny weighted ball must be some years old.

He casually stepped over the rudimentary fence, and his leather pants were stained with some scraps of dead bark. He was afraid to shoot, shook off some dust, and then turned around a few big trees, and a simple wooden shelf appeared in front of him.

The wooden shelf is a thick piece of wood inserted on the ground, and then a wooden branch is nailed horizontally on the upper part. The overall height is equivalent to that of an adult. Judging from the marks that have been cut at the corners of the wood, it should have been made recently.

He pulled out his broadsword, put the scabbard under a tree, and began to get used to swinging the broadsword. The broadsword clenched in both hands seemed a bit big. It would be a few years before he could use this sword.

Although the speed of swinging the sword is not fast, there is also a gust of wind in the air. It looks like it, and it should have received professional guidance.

First I practiced swordsmanship a few times, my body felt a little hot, then I put down the sword, pressed my legs, stretched my lower ligaments, and then trotted around the woods for a few laps before returning to the place where the sword was placed.

Looking at the sky, it was about three or four o'clock in the afternoon. He went to the mountain spring not far away to take a sip, and then leaned under the tree to prepare to rest for a while.

At this time, a not tall figure came slowly from the woods behind, not fast, but the footsteps were so light that he could not even hear a sound.

This figure slowly approached the big tree that the boy was leaning on, held the dagger in his right hand, and stretched out his left hand in the air.Seeing it getting closer and closer, the young man didn't seem to notice, and was still leaning on the tree trunk, closing his eyes and resting.

Seeing that he was defenseless, the figure approaching from behind made him secretly happy and was about to attack him.

"drink!"

In the silent woods, the young man opened his eyes and cried out suddenly, very suddenly, shaking the figure behind him, stepping on the dead leaves and making a sound, before he could react, the young man in front took it. With the sword at hand, he got up and slashed back. He could only hurriedly respond and block with the short sword in his hand.

But how could a light and thin short sword be comparable to a heavy broad sword? After two simple blows, the short sword was knocked into the air and landed on the gravel next to it.The young man also aimed his broad sword at this figure that was the same height as him.

"Haha, I won this time, Rock." The boy announced his victory excitedly.

"cut."

Looking at the broadsword aimed at him, Rock turned his head in dissatisfaction.

"Just once, what's there to be happy about."

"No, no, you probably forgot, Rock." The boy waved his sword proudly and continued.

"It was agreed at the beginning that if I win, you promise to be my follower."

"You also know that you lost to me so many times before, why didn't you see you as my follower." Rock said dissatisfied.

"This..." The boy was stunned for a while, then spoke.

"Because Uncle Wade is my father's captain of the bodyguard, your words shouldn't..."

"What should I, why? I won't be as stupid as my dad, I don't want to be a shit follower." Rock was a little excited when he said this.

"Isn't the captain of the guard very good? I'm not very tired at ordinary times, and I can go to a banquet with me to eat and drink." The boy put down his sword, a little puzzled.

"What if I go, those ladies from noble families won't take a fancy to me, they just want to marry those noble heirs with fiefs."

"Besides, Isaiah, you are the third child, and it is not your turn to inherit the title. It is too hopeless to follow you."

Heartbroken, hearing this, the young man was also a little gloomy.