I'm really a witch

Mr. Darcy was silent for some time, which made Circe a little nervous.

For a moment, she wanted to explain everything from the beginning to the end, but this impulse was suppressed by her forcefully.Whether it was shame or some strange intuition, Circe always felt that telling the truth was not a good choice.

To ease his overly agitated mood, Darcy pursed his lips.Apart from being moved by the little girl's speech just now, he also hesitated whether to tell her about Georgiana.He had concealed this matter for so long, so he subconsciously refused to mention it.

But he soon realized that this was not such a difficult thing to say, especially in front of Circe.This girl is not one of those villains who will grab the so-called "stain" of the Darcy family and attack maliciously, and she will never be a mediocre person who will look down on Georgiana because of this, let alone worry that Circe will reveal this matter to go out, and thereby do harm to Georgiana's reputation.With the friendship between the two girls, I'm afraid Circe will be even angrier.

Having figured this out, Darcy stopped keeping his mouth shut and explained the cause and effect clearly.

Before the death of old Mr. Darcy, Wickham had always concealed himself very well in front of the old gentleman, and he was very fond of him.What's more, although Wickham's father is the old man's accountant, he is actually an old friend of his for many years.Ai Wu Ji Wu is such a truth.

Of course, after the old man passed away, the will also included a share for Wickham.A diocesan priesthood, very respectable, with a reasonable income.As soon as there is a vacancy, he will be recommended by Mr. Darcy.At the same time, the old gentleman left him a thousand pounds of property.

When Circe heard this, she couldn't help showing a look of shock, for the kindness of the old man, and because she didn't know people clearly.She had thought that Mr. Darcy's father would be a rather shrewd man, and would not have been deceived by Wickham.

Wickham did not accept the priesthood.No one knew the real reason for his refusal, but no one would care about it at this time.He said that he wanted to study law, and to study law, of course a thousand pounds was not enough.

He then added that, since he had voluntarily relinquished the priesthood, Mr. Darcy was bound to give some substantial compensation.

With three thousand pounds and the previous one thousand pounds, Wickham has the ability to squander them all within three years.

He turned back again and asked Mr. Darcy to recommend him to be a priest. Of course, this unreasonable request was not granted.For this reason, he hated Mr. Darcy and wantonly smeared his image.

This would not arouse Mr. Darcy's excessive resentment at all, but it would exhaust the last affection.It's a waste of time to get angry with such a person.

Who would have imagined that he would put his mind on Georgiana.With the help of Mrs. Younge, the housekeeper who has been dismissed because of this, he almost seduces Georgiana and elopes.In this way, he can not only get revenge on Mr. Darcy, but also get Georgiana's property of thirty thousand pounds.

Fortunately, Georgiana couldn't bear to hide it from her brother, and chose to tell the whole story.What happened after that is easy to guess.

After listening to this, Circe was too angry to speak for a while.She stared, her chest heaved violently, and even the surrounding trees slapped notes angrily after sensing her emotions.The wind volume formed by the magic power blew the blades of grass on the ground into the sky, and Miss Witch clenched her hands tightly to suppress any more dangerous riot.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.When he raised his head again, his eyes were bright as if there were flames burning inside.

Rubbing her chest, Circe's voice was a little hoarse: "When does dinner start?"

Darcy didn't realize the significance of her asking this question for a while, but he still gave the answer quickly: "There are still about two hours."

Circe smiled.Although he was reluctant to admit it, Darcy had a vague feeling that his little girl was smiling like the wicked witch in fairy tales.

"The time is just right." After moving her fingers, Circe looked up at him, "Together?"

There was something vaguely hidden behind this invitation, and Darcy straightened his face and nodded solemnly.

"Then let's go." Circe tore off the book-shaped pendant from the necklace and threw it into the air.

The "pendant" grew in the wind, and in an instant it swelled to an exaggerated size, and opened the huge page with a clatter.The wind blowing up when the pages of the book were turned almost made people take a step back.

The book stopped at a suitable height, and Circe sat on it first.She turned her head and waved to Mr. Darcy who was still standing there, beckoning him to come over quickly.After tidying up the feeling of being frightened again, Mr. Darcy walked over obediently.

He chose a position not too far from Circe, and was about to adjust his posture when he felt his body soften, as if he was not sitting on the pages of a book, but in some kind of soft chair.

A pale golden light curtain rises above the book, and after wrapping the whole book and the people on it, it becomes invisible.Circe looked at Darcy who was tentatively trying to touch the disappearing light curtain, and explained: "What you can't touch is just a magic that hides your figure and voice."

"It's amazing." Darcy always felt that during this period of time, the number of times this compliment was used probably exceeded the sum of the previous years.

Circe smiled and said nothing.She realized now that for someone who had never touched magic, these things that she was familiar with probably could be classified as "remarkable".But at the same time, she always felt that Mr. Darcy was really great.He was so rich and so clever that Circe had never seen him show pain with anything but magic and plants.

Her mood seemed a little more stable now, at least she was no longer trembling with anger, and she could still think of other things in her mind.

Muttering a series of incantations, Circe spread her palms.A golden arrow floated above her palm.Turning around in mid-air, the arrow quickly adjusted its direction and rushed out firmly.Immediately afterwards, the books under/below him quickly chased after him, and fell firmly behind the arrow.

A wave strengthened the wind-blocking magic, and Circe nestled herself into the soft pages.Although the surrounding scenery is flashing quickly, this place seems to be a quiet space isolated by itself.No, maybe it does.

Pointing to the arrow, Circe is now very used to explaining like Mr. Darcy after using a spell: "I set a tracking mark on Wickham before, and this arrow will lead us there. "

"How much speed can this reach?" Probably the interest in vehicles is a kind of male instinct, and Mr. Darcy is no exception.

Circe froze for a moment, she hadn't really thought about this issue, so she could only tell the truth: "This is driven by my magic power, so if I really want to say it, as long as the magic circle I engraved doesn't go wrong, And I have enough magic power, it can be accelerated infinitely."

To prove it, Circe increased the output of magic power and demonstrated it to him: "However, I haven't really tried the fastest speed I can achieve. After all, the higher the speed, the greater the consumption of magic power." Let the book Reverting to the previous speed, pointing to the flashing scene outside, "This is a speed with a relatively reasonable consumption, I will show you a faster speed next time, okay?"

Before Mr. Darcy could say anything, Circe narrowed his eyes.She showed that smile again: "We are here."

The book dived towards the ground, almost falling from the sky in a straight line, but the two people sitting on the page did not feel the so-called weightlessness.Choosing a nearby alley to land, Circe carefully cast invisibility and silent magic on the two of them before putting away the book.

"He's in the hotel across the way." Circe pointed.Wickham's militia regiment was stationed in this town, and he took advantage of the rest time to have fun.

Looking left and right to make sure no one would notice the dark alley, Circe removed the magic, revealing the figures of the two.

"Let's go in." Circe walked out of the alley first, and went straight to the hotel. "Don't worry, I won't let him escape."

Darcy followed obediently, confident in the endless magic of his little girl.There is only one thing that he has to pay more attention to: "Will you reveal your identity?"

"Don't worry." Circe waved his hand and smiled, "I'll guide him to the right place before doing it."

Inexplicably, this tone seemed a bit weird. Before Darcy could think of anything, Circe had already walked into the hotel.

The hotel owner greeted him with a smile on his face, and this smile became more enthusiastic when he saw Mr. Darcy walking in after the girl.

To keep him from saying something unresponsive, Circe flicked his fingers before he had a chance to speak.The boss's eyes were in a daze for a moment, and Circe said, "Hi, we're here to find someone, so I won't bother you."

The boss nodded, made a "please" gesture, turned around and walked back.Darcy's eyes lingered on him for a while, and after making a vague guess, he didn't ask anything.

They went upstairs smoothly, and Circe walked right to a door near the end of the corridor.Knocked twice casually, and before anyone inside could open the door, Miss Witch unlocked the door.As if it wasn't locked from the inside.

The situation in the room was, to be honest, rather chaotic.Besides that Wickham, there was a disheveled girl, and anyone could easily see what they were about to do.

The girl's scream was cut off as soon as it got out of the way.Circe just raised her hand to brush her hair, and she fell limply.

This scene was really not normal, but at this time Wickham's eyes were all focused on Mr. Darcy, and he didn't have extra thoughts to care about his fainted female companion for a moment.

Resentment, fear, tension and other emotions flashed rapidly in his eyes, which made his disgusting soul look even more disgusting. Circe had to look sideways at Mr. Darcy, and then he felt better. some.

The next moment, Wickham picked up the vase and threw it at it, while he himself rushed towards the window quickly.