Witch Forest Friends Club

As the first victim of the "Poisonous Capitol", the wandering knight lost all face at the time, but unexpectedly bumped into him again in Lenghubo's fortress.

He was not wearing armor at the moment, but changed into a luxurious court dress with gray-blue stripes, painted with thick foundation and heavy makeup, and the bruised nose and swollen scars on his face seemed to have faded a lot.

"He was born in Shiwan, and he probably came here to accompany a noble of the 'Coral Shark'." Anjaye thought of the warship with the flag of the 'Coral Shark' parked in the military port, "Maybe I can ask him about it. Something."

"Elsa, remember to pack some food for me later, Bill and Lance are still hungry on the boat."

"Will Gambino bring him something to eat?" Elsa smiled slyly.

"Him? See if Gloria will leave him some bones."

Anjaye got up and propped up his staff, passed through the crowd with malicious intentions, and saw the bull rider hugging the maid, and found a hidden compartment to sneak in.

An Jiaye followed up and quickly broke his good deed.

The maid exclaimed, quickly tidied up her skirt and left with her head bowed.

"Mr. Andrew Bit." Facing the dissatisfied knight, Anjaye took off his black-rimmed glasses casually.

"It's you?" The anger value quickly turned into a panic index. Seeing the mushrooms growing on the staff of Heartbud in the girl's hand, the knight was even more at a loss, as if he wanted to touch the sword but dared not.

"Don't worry." Anjaye shook the staff, flicked the colorful mushroom cap on the head of the staff, and showed him a calm and elusive smile. "I didn't come to trouble you."

"My lord witch, what's your business?" An Jiaye's behavior of playing with mushrooms made Andrew even more vigilant.

"Your Excellency is in Shiwan, so you should be a respectable person."

Anjayyapa instead projected her affability.

"As a matter of respect, I won't spread the story of your defeat everywhere. To be honest, that game was quite interesting."

Pain instantly appeared on the knight's face. He had lost a pair of expensive anti-magic armor because of the cunning witch in front of him.

Facing An Jiaye who didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd, the knight could only smile awkwardly and introduced himself.

"I'm a member of the Shiwan Land Mission. Andrew Bit of the Bull family is also the cousin of Shiwan Lord Francis Frontier. This trip is one of the pioneer representatives of Shiwan Land, and I'm here to meet Leng Hubo."

Hearing that the other party revealed his identity, An Jiaye knew that he had caught a good fish.

The girl also briefly introduced.

"Anjaye, the leader of the 'Pilgrims' team of the Stargazing Academy."

"You really are not an ordinary wandering witch." Bull Bit heaved a sigh of relief, then stroked his chest and saluted, "It is my honor to fight against the pilgrims of the academy."

"You don't seem too angry with me." An Jiaye asked tentatively.

"Of course, it's a fair competition." Bull Bill waved his hands seemingly open-minded, "The knight should accept his defeat openly, and use the magic tools produced by the academy to deal with the witches in the academy, and I will lose for granted .”

"After all, we were all traveling as adventurers at the time." An Jiaye nodded in agreement, "It must be that we don't know each other."

"We don't know each other without fighting?" Bull Knight smiled until the thick foundation on his face was falling off, "Your Witch is right."

"Since you are an envoy of the academy, my set of enchanted armor must not be of much use to you." Compared with the rough men in the arena, this man seems quite shrewd at this time, "As an offensive For the price, I am willing to pay the ransom in exchange for my armor from you."

"I heard that the knights in Shiwan collar are good at doing business, and they really deserve their reputation." An Jiaye said noncommittally, this man was stripped of his armor in public and turned into a laughing stock, but now he can bend and stretch.

"After all, that armor is proof that I am a traveling knight." Billy the Bull waved his hands richly, "I will satisfy you in terms of ransom."

Facing this bully, An Jiaye was afraid of scaring him away, so he made up his mind to release the bait first.

"About the matter of the armor, we can find a chance to talk about it. And I am from the alchemy department, so I can even say hello to the old acquaintances of the 'Star Forging Workshop' to help you transform the armor better."

"Thank you so much." Bull Bit seemed relieved, "You are indeed a reasonable witch."

Seeing no one around, he probed mysteriously and asked.

"You should have qualified for the finals of the competition."

"That's right." An Jiaye took up his topic, and wanted to see what the master knight was trying to tell.

"Then you have to be careful." Bull Bill lowered his rough voice, "The upcoming finals will be unprecedentedly grand, and the talented masters in the kingdom are all working hard for this big competition."

"Is there any benefit?" Anjaye saw what Bull Bill meant.

"You should have heard of it. Miss Vanna Marshall, this time she will return to her hometown as a 'pilgrim'—for the next major event of the Marshall family, the Academy also has someone to support."

"Your Excellency, please be frank." An Jiaye's flat and direct gaze made Bull Bill's eyes flicker.

"Haha." He immediately solved the riddle, "Of course it's Miss Vanna Marshall's marriage."

really.

Anjaye had a hunch.

According to the great aristocrat's emphasis on blood inheritance and the curse of the Marshall family, at Fanna's age, the border uncle would naturally consider arranging a marriage for her, so as to leave an heir early.

The previous conversation between Fanna and Knight Earnshaw may also be related to this.

"You mean, the people in this hall are all here for the matter of Leng Hubo's future husband?"

Anjaye asked deeply about this topic.

"Of course, Miss Fanna is the most magnificent pearl in Lenghu. Whoever takes her off will own the collar of Lenghu." Bull Bit sneered, "Apart from the border nobles, there are also members of the royal family of Atela among them." supporter."

"The winner of this time's border contest will not only be blessed by the God of Flowing Water, but will also be able to propose marriage to Miss Fanna in the name of the champion of the kingdom and the blessed knight. Will Uncle Leng agree?"

Bullbit sighed regretfully.

"Although I have lost the qualification, there are still many people in Shiwan Ling who are gearing up and waiting to win the championship."

"For example, the second son of our Lord Francis, as the favorite to win the championship this time, Lord Li Ang, who is quite famous in martial arts, intends to marry Miss Fanna."

Anjaye also showed a knowing smile.

"No wonder you ran to Lenghu to participate in the competition before. Was it because you didn't want to face your own family?"

She was a little aware of Bull Bit's small calculations. This guy must have conflicts with that "Li Ang", so she deliberately mentioned the so-called "favourite" in front of her face.

For the pilgrims, it is really inconvenient to get involved in the messy affairs among these Oga nobles.

They are intriguing internally, and the composition is extremely complicated.

Now there are many people at the banquet, and due to the identities of the little witches, they dare not talk rashly, but the nobles with a keen sense of smell come to Uncle Black Marsh from time to time to communicate with him.

The girl noticed some hostile gazes.

Since friends and foes cannot be distinguished, it would be unwise to spend too much energy on this group of old nobles standing on hills. She had to find another way.

"Mr. Bit, I heard that there was a 'Spice War' between your nobles from the Shiwan Territory and the Marshall family?" Anjaye pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Will Marshall Borderlander be willing to marry his enemy?"

"There is a popular saying among us in Shiwan. In the same boat, facing the storm, yesterday's enemy is also today's friend. Not to mention the current master of Shiwan, Lord Angel Francis, and Marshall's border boss But what about the distant cousin relationship?"

Bull Bit blinked, and he put on a wrinkled smile on his face with heavy eye shadow makeup, which made Anjaye a little sick. "Actually, I think Miss Fanna's personal wishes are more important than the grievances of the Spice War."

"Is there any relationship between this?" Anjaye resisted the urge to wash his face with a water calling spell, "Because Fanna is a witch?"

"I am willing to explain Miss An's doubts." Bull Bit said cautiously.

"Actually, she is a witch, and she doesn't even take on the responsibility of a nobleman. After all, there is a precedent for Countess Sarah Marshall. She was also obsessed with painting and engineering drawings at the beginning, and it was all thanks to her husband, His Excellency Heath, to make the territory flourish. Now One more Countess Vanna Marshall who is obsessed with witchcraft will just repeat the old things, as long as the territory is actually managed by people. Miss Vanna just needs to accept the fact that she has a husband."

Anjaye asked coldly.

"But you never thought that the alliance between the Shiwan Territory and the Lenghu Territory would make the royal family of Atela feel threatened."

"Of course, Miss Fanna's situation must be very dangerous, so she needs strong protection. Isn't that why the patrol team from the academy came to Cold Lake?"

Anjaye knew that Andrew also wanted to test her attitude, so she changed the subject and said.

"Tell me something about Marshall Frontiersman. It is said that he is called 'Cavefish'. He has not been out of Tidestorm Castle for many years, and he has completely let go of government affairs. So where is the actual power of the Cold Lake Territory? in human hands?"

"The ones who are actually in charge are the Earl's advisory group. Many of them are old friends who were left alone by Lord Heath when he was dying."

"Advisory group?"

"Yes, there are 12 advisory groups consisting of university scholars, architects, spiritual priests, priests of the God of Flowing Water, well-known craftsmen, military strategists, etc., led by the university scholar Rubens, who are directly responsible to Earl Marshall."

Bull Bit shrugged and chatted: "It is said that the construction projects of the 'Throne of the Lake' and the City of White Sails were all led by Rubens. He is probably still in the Great Temple, busy preparing for the ceremony of the Cold Lake Festival."

Bullbit raised his finger to the cover hall outside the compartment.

"However, at the banquet, some members of the advisory group have already appeared. Do you need me to introduce you? They will definitely be happy to communicate with a smart and powerful lady like you."

"No need." An Jiaye shook his head and refused, "Your Excellency Andrew, I need your explanation."

"Haha, I need to ask Mrs. Witch for help with my armor."

"I'll take care of it." Anjaye leaned on his staff and turned to leave the cubicle.

"I'm staying at the 'Huguang Hotel' in Baisail City. If you're free, Mrs. Witch, you can come and find me."

Abandoning Andrew, who had become a little fawning, Anjaye returned to the pilgrim's table.

Bullbit's words are highly credible.

Based on the information she had just obtained, the girl realized that the vortex surrounding the entire cold lake might not be limited to the conspiracy of the devil, and there was also an undercurrent around Miss Fanna that could drag people into deep water and smash them to pieces.

Anjaye and Jana, who was still stuffing the apple pie in her mouth, looked at each other with a clever face - the bagpipe girl's divination results seemed quite accurate.

At this time, the banquet hall was just about to welcome his host.

"Distinguished guests, loyal allies and supporters of the Lenghu family, please—" the steward sang loudly like a curtain call, "The lord of Lenghu, the guardian of the city of White Sails, the God of Flowing Water Devout follower, Knight of the Lake, 'Macbeth Sancy Marshall' Lord of the Borders."

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Chapter 140 The Third Witch Fanna's Protest Statement, and the Dusty "Hualan Villa"

The enviable Miss Fanna also has her troubled fate, but she still makes most people envy and hate her.

Fortunately, Miss Fanna has begun to transcend the limitations of self-pity and self-sorrow. This is also the guidance of Mushroom. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

The Banquet Hall of Tide Fort.

A series of warm and public applause cheered the appearance of the Lord of Cold Lake.

Anjaye looked up at the much-anticipated Macbeth Sangsi Marshall, His Excellency the Frontier.

He was emerging from the elevator corridor on the upper level of the lobby.

This rumored fatuous and cowardly prodigal son also possesses the rumored luxury and fashionable taste.

He was wearing a white embroidered feather high-necked close-fitting dress, a dark woolen blouse decorated with ornate ribbons, and tight pearl-colored silk trousers, which were embroidered with intricate patterns of water waves and swimming fish—Anjaye could sense it The radiance of magic element, the spell tool, faintly emanated from the earl's clothes.

Compared with the statue of the ancestor who cut the evil god with the sword, the contemporary Leng Hubo looks thin and sick, with only a ceremonial foil inlaid with gold and jade pinned to his waist. He is tall but has a feminine temperament, and he does not come from a family of warriors at all. Indomitable courage.

But Miss Fanna's beauty and grace are indeed inherited from the family.

Uncle Bian's pale cheeks looked like marble carved and scratched by a master craftsman, and his facial features were deep and handsome.

Long curly hair flowing like golden silk, tied into a flowing and elegant ponytail, even if he lost the radiance of his youth, he is still a handsome and handsome guy.

He is like the vagabond who is good at stealing women's hearts in the famous novels written by writers.With a melancholy and elegant temperament, it is suitable for sitting in front of the piano to play, or picking up a pen to become a painter of beauty - at least many beautiful ladies at the scene were swept by his deep blue eyes like lake waves, and they also looked at them with affectionate eyes. , giving back to the widower who has been widowed for many years.

Anjaye even heard many little witches whispering on the table, discussing gossip about Miss Fanna and her father.

This father and daughter are naturally eye-catching types.

He looked like a "Don Juan"-like vain and flashy nobleman, but An Jiaye didn't think Leng Hubo was easy to deal with.

To be able to devote more than 20 years to the cause of city building and create many magnificent and practical "spectacles" of Lenghu, there must be some unknown tenacity and paranoid personality in his bones.

Under his appearance as an artist, there must be a deep and dark foundation that cannot be underestimated, absorbing abundant human nourishment.

After all, in the previous life, a certain moustache painter who had been depressed, finally grew into a demon king who troubled the world under the blessing of the "human nourishment" of all the people.

"I can't smell the devil's smell on Uncle Leng, nor in the hall." Elsa raised the silver fork, picked up a piece of vanilla cake decorated with fresh berries, and fed it to Anjaye, borrowing The machine whispers. "Ah, Xiao An, open your mouth."

She was so close that Anjaye could smell the tempting aroma of more than a dozen desserts mixed in her whisper.

"It's best if he didn't get poisoned, otherwise Miss Fanna would be too pitiful." An Jiaye leaned back slightly, and took a bite of the cake helplessly, then frowned and watched as Elsa stuffed the bitten piece of cake back Tasting sweetly in his own mouth.

"Meow, so sweet."

The kitten with a keen sense of smell is not only having fun, but also helping Anjaye to identify whether there are any dangerous aliens on the scene.

Relying on their superhuman perception, the two are like distinguishing whether there is rotten fruit in a fruit shop with a wide variety and bright colors.

At any rate, the Oga nobles gathered in the Tide Fortress didn't see any problems on the surface.

"The situation in the Cold Lake Territory is too complicated. Apart from Ouroboros, it is difficult to determine whether there are other demons lurking. We can only stabilize our position first and wait until Mentor Bode arrives."

Anjaye then focused on Fanna who was still dressed as a witch.

The blond girl was following behind Leng Hubo, like a marionette, walking stiffly around the spiral staircase and going downstairs.

She responded indifferently to the gaze below, and only when she met An Jiaye's eyes did bright anger flash in her eyes.