I'm really a witch

"Lucas?" Williams was stunned for a moment, but he didn't care much about the girl's previous ridicule. "Forgive my ignorance, I have never heard of this family."

"I'm a Kretica," Sersi added patiently, "so my last name doesn't matter."

Williams let out a small exclamation, looking at Circe with a strange look.Of course he knew of the Kretica faction, a faction that was good at soul magic.It is known as the most mysterious faction. The control of the souls of the Kletikas makes their whereabouts erratic, and no one can tell what kind of souls are hidden under their skins.Maybe she was an old woman one second, and a newborn baby the next.

However, Kletikas seldom show up on their own initiative. They are close to nature and would rather stay in the deep mountains and old forests than live in the city.Therefore, upon hearing the girl say that she was a Kletika, Williams seemed to be instantly aroused, and looked at her as if he had seen something in a legend.

At any rate, he still knows how to control, at most his eyes are burning a little bit, and he still maintains a gentleman's demeanor: "This one, senior?" He said hesitantly.In fact, he had listened too much to his fathers, and he always felt that Kletikas were all old goblins who lived for thousands of years.

Circe couldn't help it now, it's rare to see a creature who can get her two eyes when they first meet.

"Where do I look like I can be called a senior?" She looked herself up and down, and the look in Williams' eyes was not right.

If you really want to count, this guy is a real person from the 18th century, so he must be older than her in this modern age.Circe groaned secretly.

Williams was also a little embarrassed, touched his nose and smiled embarrassedly: "Sorry, I was rude." He paused, and finally couldn't hold back his curiosity. Such pretty eyes?"

Everyone loves to hear compliments, especially what this person praised was the eyes that made her the most proud - this is a symbol of the strength of Kletika's talent.

She smiled unconsciously and bent her eyes, looking like a proud little peacock: "Even if it is Kletikali, there are not many people like me!" Her eyes became brighter and brighter, and one couldn't help but smile along with her, sinking into her eyes.

Williams' sight seemed to be stuck by those two strange colors, and his heart skipped a beat quietly.He couldn't help but cast aside his former self. How could such a lovely girl be an old woman?She laughed so hard it took people's souls away.Too bad he might have fallen in love with this girl at first sight.

He felt that his ears were burning hot, he looked away with difficulty, stretched out his hand to cover up his collar.An impulse gushing from the bottom of his heart dominated him.

"You don't look like a native of London. I think I'm familiar with London. If you don't mind, please let me show you around." He heard his own voice as if coming from the other end of the cloud, Floating.

Circe's answer pulled him back to the ground: "I'm afraid not today." She puffed her lips.God, Williams groaned inwardly, he actually felt that this simple little gesture made by her moved him.

"I'm here to look for books, and I have to go back in the afternoon." Circe thought for a while and added, "But we can leave a contact information, I'll come back to you next time." She smiled again, There is a faint smile on the cheek.

"Contact information?" Williams repeated, he was a little puzzled, the phrase was unfamiliar to him.

Circe let out a cry. She was overly excited to see the same kind, and she was a little carried away for a while.

"You can understand it as long-distance sound transmission magic." Circe touched her pocket and found out the little thing she had made to play with.She thought she would entertain herself after making it, but she didn't expect that it would come in handy one day so soon.

Those are two round balls that look exactly the same, and simplicity is an overstatement.Circe was also a little embarrassed. Her colleague looked like a so-called upper class person.In fact, the Williams family is well-known even in modern times. As the Vicconney faction closest to ordinary people, they can be said to be quite successful.Not to mention rich, there is also a hereditary title.She really can't handle this kind of small round beads.

So Circe's half-stretched hand retracted again, and she tried to make amends: "Uh, do you have anything you like? Style?" Circe pursed her lips, a little tender pink appeared on her cheeks, looking Williams rolled his eyes.

He coughed twice, and almost blurted out the ring, but fortunately, he still had his sanity, so that he wouldn't look like a pervert.

"Pocket watch, I happen to be short of a pocket watch." He lied and didn't make a draft, completely forgetting his several drawers of various pocket watches.

Circe had no doubts about him, nodded seriously, and asked, "What about the style? Do you have any preferences?"

Williams was on the verge of saying something stupid like "I like you even if you've changed", which was too unreserved for a first-time person.So he made patterns and shapes in a decent way, and seeing Circe carefully modifying it according to what he said, he felt a secret joy rising wave after wave.

Circe conveniently put his pierced eye and his book on the aircraft together, and put the pocket watch into Williams' hand: "If you want to find me, call me by my name. She paused, "If you want to call Circe, I'm afraid it won't help if you call Miss Lucas. If I look for you, it will be slightly hot, and you can hear it when you put it close to your ear." Circe nodded her chin and fell silent. After a while, after making sure that I didn't miss anything, I raised my face and planned to leave.

"What's the matter with your face? Why is it so red?" Circe looked blankly at the man's flushed face, feeling more and more stupid about him.

"No, it's okay." Williams half covered his face, hoping that it would save him some face and cool down quickly, but he played it back over and over again in his mind.God, she allowed herself to be called her name!

"You can also call me Brand." He tried to hold back the words, but felt his mouth was dry and his throat was astringent.

Circe responded immediately: "Of course, Brand." She tilted her head, "Then I'll go first?"

"I, I'll take you there." Williams was quick to think, "You're here for the first time, and you're not familiar with it." At the beginning, this sentence became much smoother, "Tell me what book you're looking for, I'll I'll take you there." He repeated it, feeling that the words "I'll take you there" became sweet for no reason.

"Okay, I'll trouble you then."

He saw her lovely dimples again.It's terrible.