Witch Forest Friends Club

The situation is stronger than people. Even if Bran has the mission of Earl Macbeth Marshall, what kind of storms can he cause under the eyes of the academy with his tough tactics against a bunch of soldiers and mud legs?

Next, let him understand the necessity of being a puppet with peace of mind.

Chapter 130 The Surrender of the Acting Mayor, and the Opening of the Fake Competition with Ms. An

There is no fairness in human society, and there is no fairness in mushroom ecology either. The former is relative, while the latter is absolute. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

Office of the Mayor of Shuangcheng Harbor—Your Excellency Bran, who has just taken office, is about to face the witch's complete manipulation before his butt touches the mayor's seat.

"Your Excellency Bran, although the Demon Organization has been purged, why the Demon was born in the Cold Lake Territory and grew so strong that even the former mayor can corrupt it is still a question worth discussing—"

An Jiaye sat on the sofa leaning on a stick, and spoke calmly and calmly, but made his battles clear.

"Based on the ten covenants, in order to avoid the resurgence of the demonic poison, the patrol team has the responsibility to clean up Shuangcheng Port. What do you think?"

Facing the powerful and arrogant witch, the acting mayor seemed to realize that he might become an abandoned child if he was not careful in his response, and cold sweat suddenly oozed from his forehead.

He couldn't help loosening the overly tied neckline before he spoke cautiously.

"Miss An, in the sewers of the city, there are really too many cunning and humble bedbugs. They are the rotten soil of this city. Dealing with bedbugs will tarnish the reputation of the school and delay the tour of the witches. .”

"Based on the ten covenants, I would like to represent Marshall Frontier, and use the Twelve Bronze Bell Law of the Kingdom of Oga to launch a fair trial on the city."

He emphasized his tone slightly: "Miss An, Shuangcheng Port is the fiefdom of the border uncle of Lenghu. Since the devil and the affairs of the people of Lenghu have been resolved, let the people of Lenghu handle it. Mr. Marshall is very grateful for the help of the academy. I would like to offer my sincere thanks to the parade team.”

The soft knife in the acting mayor's words was already accusing the academy of interfering in internal affairs, and in the end it was even clear that he would use bribes to send the witch away.

Anjaye had expected this.

"Unfortunately, although the demon organization was eradicated, the man behind the incident, a powerful demon, fled for fear of punishment from the school. Before he left, he threatened to go to the city of white sails and wait for a decisive battle with us. This has been witnessed by many people."

Anjaye's further pressure made Bran's face stiff with cold sweat.

"In other words, the source of the devil's pollution is judged to be hiding at the foot of the border uncle of Cold Lake."

"Before the threat of evil forces is completely eliminated, Shuangcheng Port will be taken over by the cold lake nobles recognized by the pilgrims. Under the supervision of the Academy, she will plan and deal with the aftermath of demon disasters and urban reconstruction."

"In the name of Stella, does anyone have any objections to the ten covenants?"

Anjaye said aggressively.

"Or the acting mayor, do you want to meet Fernando? Witness the truth revealed by the devil after he was 'inspired' by justice?"

"As the heir of the Marshall family, I promise that I will govern the port of Shuangcheng in the name of the ten covenants." Miss Fanna, who sang the oboe with her, responded immediately.

Seeing that the future lords were the first to surrender, Agent Bran couldn't help but look back at the door, and found that old Machius had stood behind him at some point, with his hands on the hilt, staring indifferently at a painting of a duel on the wall.

The situation is stronger than the people, even if the acting mayor of Bran complains in his heart, he can only kneel on one knee and say.

"My lord witch, I am willing to follow Miss Vanna Marshall's call and do my best to fulfill the ten covenants."

"Very well, Your Excellency Bran, we are expected to rest for three days and will soon set off for the 'City of White Sails'. I would like to trouble you to inform Lord Marshall, the frontier uncle, to prepare for the arrival of the parade team."

"I'll send someone back to tell the Earl the details." Bran stood up respectfully.

Seeing this so-called "cruel official" succumbing to the wind, Anjaye had to admit that the banner of the academy is really useful, as long as it has power, the witch has the right to explain everything—and Bran is just a cold lake. A chess piece used by Bo to explore the way.

This is not at all a negotiation.

Leng Hubo's control over the territory is too weak, no wonder the interior is corroded by the devil and riddled with holes.

Perhaps, as Uncle Black Marsh said, the current Marshall is a cowardly and incompetent prodigal.Before Fanna's affairs are dealt with, she won't let these old nobles take away a single coin.

Anjaye nodded slightly to His Excellency Barbarossa who was sitting on the sofa on the other side.

Immediately, Lord Bran saw——the handsome red-haired man sitting beside the witch stood up gracefully with a demeanor that made an old man like him jealous.

"This is a special affairs consultant appointed by the Academy, Your Excellency Barbarossa, who will be fully responsible for the reconstruction of the Shuangcheng Port."

Under the guise of witchcraft, Princess Tini, who transformed into a handsome man, bowed gracefully to the acting mayor.

"Your Excellency Bran, please give me more advice."

Damn it, this little boy must be the face of a witch.

Knowing that he was about to become a puppet, the acting mayor had to respond in face.

"Your Excellency Barbarossa, you are very polite. From now on, we will work together to serve the future of Shuangcheng Port. May Stella's starlight bless you."

Fan Na also agreed with her voice: "Your Excellency Bran, Your Excellency Barbarossa's appointment is also authorized by me. I hope you will have a pleasant cooperation with him in the future. In addition, we will hold the Cold Lake Tournament tomorrow, please spare time to come. Appreciation."

"Weichen understands." Acting Mayor Bran has recovered his composure at this time, and after quickly accepting the facts, he put on the appearance of a lackey who is on the back of his horse and showing his loyalty.

"Now that an agreement has been reached." An Jiaye stood up leaning on his staff and announced, "I think tomorrow, Shuangcheng Port will be able to lift the martial law."

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Marked by the re-opening of the Yangfan Arena, the martial law in Shuangcheng Port that lasted for more than half a week finally came to an end.

The old Jose's patrolling forces firmly controlled the streets and alleys in the city, which was enough to guarantee the order on the stage.

Although Leng Hubo's main fleet was still hovering in the waters outside the battle distance, the city once again ushered in a relaxed and cheerful atmosphere, and people everywhere boasted and talked about various details and gossip about the Witch Parade.

The enthusiasm of the caring people, coupled with the truly brilliant and wonderful performances, made the pilgrims from the unpopular plague gods to the stars that swept the city.

While waiting for the messenger to bring back Leng Hubo's reply, An Jiaye's curtain call performance at Shuangcheng Port began as scheduled.

Citizens with a bit of spare money and time, of course, don't want to let go of such an opportunity to witness the big scene.

In the usually lively arena, the venue that can accommodate more than 3 people has been full since early in the morning.

The pilgrims occupied the seats with the best view, ready to cheer for the seniors.

Blossoming and colorful magical firework and witchcraft lights shot from their wands to the sky, decorating the sky above the arena into a light curtain that dazzled tens of thousands of people present, triggering enthusiastic frenzy among the audience. call.

At this moment, Anjaye is taking Elsa, who has turned back into a white cat, and Ronan, who is wearing a mouse mask and dressed as an assassin, standing under the challenge wall of the arena, watching a battle that is responsible for the heated atmosphere.

"Mr. Ronan, do you know?" An Jiaye chatted casually, "'Treasure Chest Jin Qi' told me that after you tore up my portrait, he originally put another one on it, and arranged for his men to help me rebuild it. I got two victories together, but a man suddenly appeared on the way, and took my portrait away in full view of everyone.”

"Sounds interesting." Ronan shrugged, "What kind of person is this unlucky guy?"

"A swordsman with white curly hair, who claims to be a brave man, he is indeed very powerful." An Jiaye sighed, "He is obviously old, but he looks like a boy. I have no interest in fighting him, but Gloria No, even his entry fee was paid by Gloria."

Ronan's face hidden under the mask was silent for a while.

"Do you know him?"

"I picked it up on the way to Krapusey's house. You are so well informed, you should know that he helped us a lot when we beat the demon."

"Did he say why he came to the competition?"

Anjaye slightly squinted at Ronan.

"I said, he wanted to find someone who had agreed to participate in the martial arts tournament together, but he couldn't find it."

Ronan twirled the bloodletting dagger painted black in his hand, and spoke in a poetic and leisurely tone.

"Miss An, let me tell you a story."

"A long time ago, there was a pair of brothers."

"The two brothers were born noble, half-brothers, but they have a very good relationship. The younger brother who is stubborn and mediocre, has a feeling of admiration for the perfect and powerful elder brother. They live under a high wall like a cage, and practice swords together, study, and study together. Enough to inherit all the skills of the family business."

Just like the beginning of all old-fashioned stories, it’s probably another boring story about brothers turning against each other—but Anjaye could hear the nostalgia and sadness in Ronan’s tone. Presumably, if the lute was in his arms, the bard would also Can play the piano for fun.

"But no matter how good the relationship between the two brothers is, it still can't change the fact that adults are fighting around them."

"Because of losing his mother since he was a child, coupled with the persecution of his younger brother's matrilineal relatives, his elder brother was finally forced to leave home and started a journey of wandering on his own."

"The younger brother who easily obtained the right to inherit the family business has always had a feeling of pain and guilt in his heart. After losing his role model elder brother, he alone endured all the pressure and questioned his own ability. In order to make up for the growing gap in his heart, The younger brother finally couldn't bear to look for his elder brother, but found that he was living well."

"Even if he is herding sheep and hunting, my brother has won the love of the herdsmen and enjoys a free and easy life."

"The freedom that my younger brother has always longed for is also a precious thing in the eyes of my elder brother, and I don't care about the fact that the right of inheritance is taken away by my younger brother."

"After some disputes, the misunderstanding was resolved, and the younger brother realized that the elder brother was always the elder brother who tolerated him calmly. They made an agreement with the sword, and one day they must join hands to see the wider world and become the ones who use the sword in their hands to eradicate evil and injustice. The brave ones, climb to the throne of the strongest in the world."

"However, my younger brother doesn't know that even if he is reduced to the elder brother who herds sheep, because his perfection and strength is still a threat in the eyes of many people."

Just when Ronan's voice seemed to lament the twist of fate for the brothers, his story was interrupted.

Focusing Light Van Dominique's loud voice resounded over the arena together with the fireworks.

"Gentlemen and ladies! Today's main event begins!"

"The only spellcaster participating in this tournament, our 'Mushroom Witch', Ms. Poisonous Amanita, will continue to usher in her challenge. In the first two rounds of the battle, her witty and gorgeous mushroom tricks must impress everyone. ——In the face of the threat of mushrooms growing on her body, there are still two brave fighters who tore off her pictorial!"

At this moment, the narrator's big bald head focused the eyes of the audience, and he waved generously and enthusiastically with a loudspeaker horn in hand.

"Let's welcome—Miss Poisonous Amanita!"

"It's your turn to play." Ronan breathed a sigh of relief, pretending to smile, "Let's talk about the story later."

Facing the expectant attention of tens of thousands of people, Anjaye took advantage of the leap of the mushroom appendages, raised her cloak and soared into the air, bringing her mushrooms and cats, and appeared on the stage in a high-profile posture.

Today is a happy show time!

"Now, let's announce her first opponent - the 'Apprentice Hero' from Twilight City, Ryan Osborne!"

"The hero who killed the armored bear with one punch and cut through the darkness like a pale torch, what enjoyment will his sword light bring us!"

An Jiaye leaned on the staff of Heart Bud, and Shi Shiran stood among the high platforms on the water surrounded by crocodiles, waiting calmly.

But another challenger, who was highly anticipated by the audience, did not appear on the stage for a long time, and the carnival atmosphere at the scene gradually became cold.

"It seems that Ryan, our self-proclaimed brave player, has a problem and cannot attend the appointment."

Van Dominik seemed to shake his head regretfully, and then decisively raised his hand to announce!

"The winner is Miss Poisonous Amanita!"

An Jiaye calmly raised his hand to accept the victory, as if he had expected this result.

Ryan, who has already left Shuangcheng Port, will not be there. Naturally, she won without a fight.

This was An Jiaye's response. Since she dared to tear up her portrait in front of everyone, she also wanted to let Wang Yanshi know that she would not run away, and that this unstarted battle was not over yet.

In the crowded seats, there was a wave of insults of "coward" and "coward". Some citizens who witnessed Ryan's fight were also confused about this match that was destined to be impossible to start. Some even shouted: "This is a shady scene!" ! It must be the witch who used a despicable trick!", "Down with the fake match!"

"Xiao'an is still very cautious in this regard." Miao Ersha rubbed her shoulders and commented, "Now Wang Yan's reputation as a lion has been forced to suffer."

Amidst the boos of dispirited spirits, only the little witches cheered excitedly for the senior sister's easy victory.The fireworks in the sky were set off one after another, and even Lance and Bill, who were watching the show with the princess, were excited to join the team of setting off mushroom fireworks.

Anjaye raised the stick of Heart Bud towards the audience, responding to the cheers of the pilgrims.

There is no need for a show anymore, the organizer, commentator, referee, and opponent are all hers.

Tickets to the finals of "City of White Sails" are already in their pockets.

As for the fragrant curses from the audience, she would just treat it as excrement flushed into the sewer and didn't care.

"Viewers, don't worry, we have another warrior who dares to challenge the mushroom witchcraft."

Dominic hurriedly rounded up the situation.

"He is an assassin lurking in the shadows, a master of poison and stealth. No castle or mechanism can stop him. The blood-stained dagger and short sword are good at dancing on the enemy's throat. I don't know how many paralyzed souls have been sent away."

"Let's welcome the next challenger—Paul the Mountain Rat!"

Chapter 130 Seventh Flowing Water Sword Dance and Mushroom Magic, Untold Stories of Poets

A truly excellent actor will be as simple and low-key as matsutake, will learn to deceive the world like a white poison umbrella, and will have a magnificent and gorgeous posture like an orange-capped amanita. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

Ronan, disguised as the assassin "Crusher", appeared on the stage by walking across the water surrounded by the torrent of magic essence summoned by Amanda.

In order to improve the performance effect of this competition, at least it is worth the price of the audience - the terrain of the arena organ chosen by Anjaye in advance is exactly the high water platform surrounded by the crocodile pool - unfortunately, the crocodiles in the pool probably There is no way to add meals, unless they are willing to change the recipe to eat mushrooms.

"The two contestants have already appeared on the stage. This is destined to be a dangerous fight. If you fall into the water, you will fail. The confrontation between the spellcaster and the assassin, in this arena, is not a test of brute force!"

"Mr. Paul."

"Miss Poisonous Capsicum."

"Present a wonderful battle for the audience."

The two "actors" faced each other head-on, each raising their weapons in a duel salute.

Flowing Water Spirit seems to be inspired by the ups and downs of the master today—she circled Ronan's swimming figure and let out an excited and ethereal laugh. The lovely appearance completely dissolved and transformed into a magnificent flowing water armor covering Ronan's body. The whole body of the cloak forms an ever-changing splash shield.

"I'm not used to daggers and short swords."

The dagger and dagger tightly held by Ronan's left and right hands were gently raised, as if they were turning with life in the man's hands - his weapon was gradually entwined by an extremely thin ultra-high pressure water flow, converging into a high-speed flow beyond the edge of the blade. water jet.

"Flowing Water Sword - Dance of Cleansing."