Serious Witch's Travel Book

As things stand now, she's been left here by those two elves.

I don't know if they feel that they have no fighting power and are too burdensome, or something else... Gnicia always feels a little wronged that they can't stay with people they know well.

As her breathing subsided, she sat up.

This small room is roughly as small as she was when she was lying down. She was lying on the only bed in the room, with a window next to her head. There was a tall and narrow wooden table by the window, and two cargo containers on the opposite side. , There are some scattered books and wood carvings on the cabinet.

The flower basket hanging from the beam was near the door, but only five or six steps away; it looked like a single room in a larger building, Gnicia looked out the window, and sure enough, Some familiar geographical environment outside the window told her that she was still in Pinecandle Castle.

This is really unlucky... She has not forgotten her current situation, she is still wearing a sinful body.

But there was a military disaster here last night, so has the power here changed hands now?Will she still be executed?If the so-called barbarians were victorious, would she be boiled into broth? ...she had heard Imperials on the road discuss similar possibilities.

If she is boiled into soup, can she be resurrected?

Gnicia thought about this question inexplicably.

The door of the small room was closed, she was thirsty, and when she saw a bowl of clear water by the table, she reached for it.

When she almost touched it, Gnicia heard the sound of the door being slowly pushed open, and she withdrew her hand, only to find that her right hand was shackled by an iron shackle, and the other end seemed to be tied to the wooden bed on the frame.

"Ah, are you awake?"

A small head poked in through the crack of the door.

It was a little girl... Gnicia had seen her before, the girl who had been taken by that fierce priestess before, and had been with her for a while in the shelter of the wine cellar.

When she was in the wine cellar, her hair was still loose, but now she had tied the long hair that fell below her shoulders with floral rope and put it in a hat.The hat she is wearing has a white lining and a black outer layer. The brim of the hat covers half of the bangs on the forehead, folded into a sharp corner, and then falls apart to below the earlobe and then shrinks slowly until it is tightened at the neckline. Fastened with two buttons.

From the front, the hat looks like a triangle, like a hood that has been taken out separately, or a rhombus with one corner squashed, which is different from the flat hats worn by other nuns.

And she herself... Seeing that small person wrapped in a long black waist dress, Gnicia felt that she should not meet the adult standard. If she counted less, she seemed to be only twelve or thirteen years old .

Her eyes are big, like two bright black gemstones when she stares at Gnicia, her cheeks are plump and well-proportioned, and her skin can be said to be round and jade-like. It is obvious that her family background or some kind of privileged position can raise her nobleman.And a strand of black and soft hair hanging under the brim of the hat told Gnicia that she should be a child of the Romans, and those nuns had protected her before, so she might be a descendant of a big man in the church ?

However, Gnicia seems to remember that monks and nuns are not allowed to marry...

She blinked at Gnicia at the door, but did not enter the room immediately, but tilted her head slightly and looked at her curiously: "They said you were a witch, so they locked you up, are you dangerous? "

"No, there is no danger."

Gnicia showed her her empty hands: "I have no weapons, and I don't know spells."

"witchcraft."

The little girl corrected her seriously.

"Okay, witchcraft."

Gnicia didn't care much about the difference in titles.

The imperial people attribute most of the spells and shamanism to the list of evil witchcraft. Only the blessings and some druid spells used by the state religion can be recognized by them. For a girl living in the state religion monastery , perhaps her prejudice against magic has been deeply ingrained.

The little girl stood at the door. She kept staring at Gnicia, pursed her lips slightly, and after a while, bit her lower lip lightly, slowly raised her right foot and took a step forward...Testing sexual.

Her little cloth boots crossed the door frame and guessed inside, then quickly shrank back, very hesitant.

"Will you hurt me?"

There was a bit of worry on her little face.

"No. I didn't hurt you before, did I?" Gnicia pulled off the iron chain on her wrist. With this thing, she could leave the bed a few steps at most, and she looked at the little girl. Showing off his shackles, he said, "...now that I am like this, it is even more impossible for me to hurt you."

She didn't have any intention of letting the girl come in to take a look, but she just followed the girl's words to answer, and what she said was the truth.

She has no intention of harming others. Looking at it now, at least for now, she does not have the ability to harm others.

The little girl seemed to be full of curiosity about her, but she really didn't dare to enter the room. She stood at the door and waited for a while, stomping her shoes from time to time, or sticking to the door frame and looking in, she just didn't dare to come in .

Gnicia picked up the bowl and took a sip of water.

She felt hungry... Last night before entering the city, the Romans gave her a piece of bread, and she didn't eat anything after that.The feeling of hunger made her very fresh, but the feeling of an empty stomach was always uncomfortable. When she was with the sage, she never knew hunger and exhaustion.

There was no one else here, so she had to ask the little girl, "Is there anything to eat?"

Who knew that the little girl ran away immediately after hearing her words—Gnicia wondered for a while, and then saw her poking her head out from behind the door cautiously, and asked timidly, "Are you...are you going to eat me?" ?”

"Of course not, how can I eat people?"

Gnicia couldn't laugh or cry.

"Then what do you want to eat?" Her answer seemed to reassure the girl a little, and the girl pushed the door open again, and then asked her: "Do you want to eat frogs? I can go to the river to catch them for you." .”

"This...frog? I don't eat frogs..."

"Then what do you eat? Centipedes? I don't want to touch that..."

"No, centipede also..."

"Isn't centipede okay? Then, what kind of bark do you want to eat?"

"..."

"Or……"

"Well, is there a normal order? I want to..." Gnicia recalled what she "should" know about food: "A piece of bread, or a pancake, or whatever... just normal ?”

"Don't you eat frogs?" The little girl blinked. She was serious, with disbelief written all over her face.

"I don't eat frogs." Gnicia began to feel a little helpless.

"But I heard from Mammy that witches eat these things." She opened the door, and both feet appeared in front of Gnicia, although she was still stepping on the door frame: "Aren't you supposed to eat poisonous bugs, lizards, and poisonous mushrooms?" Or a moth? Ah, I see..."

She clapped her hands: "Maybe you want to boil them into soup? But mom won't let me touch the fire..."

"Then we can keep it simple...forget it." Gnicia gave up communicating with children. This was the first time she met a mortal child, but it was enough for her to realize how much the sages said about children. Difficult.

She changed her mouth and asked: "I want to see other people, can you tell me?"

"Well, this is fine, but you have to wait."

The little girl nodded, and then she looked at Gnicia a few more times—she seemed to care about Gnicia's face, but our witch didn't know what she was looking at, so she could only look at her face subconsciously. I touched it twice.

Not long after the girl left, a young nun came to her room.

She didn't say anything, just brought a small basket, put some buns in it and put it on the wooden table.

"Sister Marianne will probably see you later, eat something before she cleans you up."

The nun lifted the cloth covering the bread and moved the bowl aside.She didn't even want to look at Gnicia. Although she didn't say it clearly, her blunt tone and always cold face were still enough for Gnicia to understand how much she didn't want to see herself.

"Thank you."

In keeping with decorum, Gnicia thanked her nonetheless - which made the nun give her a surprised look.

And there was something bad about this glimpse.

Gnicia is not used to eating in front of others, so she thought about waiting for the nun to leave, but she quietly lowered her head and waited for tens of seconds, the nun still had no intention of leaving, so she looked up curiously, but He met the nun's eyes.

It wasn't a cold stare, on the contrary, the eyes were straight and eager... There was a very obvious emotion in the nun's eyes, no matter what it was, at least it shouldn't be malicious.Her gaze was focused on Gnicia's eyes, between her nose and her lips. Compared with the original ignorance, this kind of gaze was too strong.

"Miss?"

Gnicia tentatively called the nun.

The nun standing by the bed seemed to want to reply, but she just opened her mouth slightly, and after pressing her tongue forward, there was no further text. She was still looking at Gnicia, and the emotion in her eyes became more and more intense. , and began to understand—it was a kind of greedy possessiveness. The way she looked at Gnicia made Gnicia think that she was not a human being or a witch, but some delicious food, so that It will attract such a "rough" look.

However, as the nun put down the Geb in her hand and began to lean forward, Gnicia shivered suddenly.

She thought of Royce, that short-haired elf had shown similar eyes before.

And then... She hugged her thigh and rubbed it endlessly, which directly caused them to be sprayed into ashes by the red dragon.

It was not a good feeling, so Gnicia felt an instinctive fear when she saw this look.

"Miss……?"

"Shh."

He didn't know whether to tell her to shut up or just breathed out, but the nun's lips parted slightly and she made some unclear sounds.

She stretched out her finger, catching up to the corner of Gnicia's lips as she evaded slightly.

"very nice……"

The nun seemed to have a dream suddenly in broad daylight. As she touched Gnicia's body, those passionate bright eyes suddenly seemed to be covered with a layer of gray water, and became a little dim.

But the intense emotion didn't disappear, and Gnicia could feel it from her touch...it was just being properly controlled.

"Can I...can I kiss you? Sister Marianne...wouldn't blame me?"

With a whisper, the nun knelt on the edge of the bed with one leg.

She kept approaching Gnicia's direction, her movements were soft and slow, as if she was dealing with a fragile treasure; but Gnicia had nowhere to hide, she still had shackles on her hands...

How is this...

They were getting closer, and Gnicia instinctively resisted this forced closeness. She wanted to push the nun away, but unconsciously pressed her on her chest.

The nun let out a small hum of pleasure.

"She should be in this room..."

The door was pushed open again.

Two more nuns appeared at the door—Numeria, and the fierce woman.

The former was a little stunned, while the coolness in the eyes of the latter almost overflowed.

"We had a good chat, but she suddenly jumped at me..."

Gnicia tried to explain to them, and she moved her hand in a gesture—but she didn't realize that her hand was still on the nun's chest.

"...let her go, you bitch."

Section 29 024. Disposal

No matter how Gnicia explained, she was pinned down on the bed by the nun who suddenly appeared.

Don't get me wrong - she's enjoying nothing, Marianne is pinning her down on the back of her neck.

Gnicia didn't know what was going on with this priestess or some kind of clergyman. She seemed to be very unfriendly to herself from the beginning, but now this unfriendliness became more and more intense: she put Gnichy Ya pressed firmly on the bed, and the latter tried to struggle a few times, but not only remained motionless, but even his face felt the hardness of the wooden board through the mattress.

"A witch, a death row prisoner... dare to touch my subordinate like this?"

She whispered in Gnicia's ear with obvious sullenness, like an exasperated she-wolf.

It was difficult for Gnicia to understand why she was always so angry, and she tried to twist her waist twice before realizing that she couldn't fight this priestess at all.

The opponent's strength was too great, she felt as if she was being held down by a wooden shackle.

She heard the weapon unsheathed—slowly, but clearly.

"If I want, I can kill you at any time." The woman holding her down warned her from a height. "No one will talk too much, no one will ask questions, you are just a sinful witch, and you don't even deserve the mercy of the most holy... Do you understand?"

Gnicia nodded her head twice.

She felt a cold dagger hit the fleshy inner thigh of her through the skirt, and it hit three times in a row.

"Honestly."

Marianne gave her another warning before slowly stopping.

She looked at the nun whose chest had just been grabbed, and was a little displeased, but her face softened after all: "What happened?"

The nun was very nervous, she lowered her head, clasped her hands together and saluted the head nun, and argued in a low voice: "I don't know, the young lady ordered me to bring her some food, but she..." She quickly raised her head and looked at the nun. Gnicia glanced at her: "She suddenly hugged me..."

This is clearly a lie.Gnicia, who just got up from the bed, looked at her in astonishment.

After hearing what the nun said, Marianne turned around and questioned Gnicia: "Is what she said true?"

Gnicia almost immediately wanted to refute, but she saw that the nun hiding behind the other two was clasping her hands and shaking her palms vigorously in her direction. Although she didn't know why the nun was so nervous, she instinctively She felt a little pity for the other party, so when she looked at the fierce priestess in front of her again, Gnicia nodded in recognition.

Her acquiescence instead aroused Marianne's curiosity: "Why?"

"I……"

Gnicia was speechless.

But fortunately, Marianne didn't get entangled in this. She put the sword back into the sheath hanging on the belt around her waist, looked down at Gnicia indifferently: "The guardian of the cedar forest is willing to defend you, she said You are just an ordinary pharmacist, why?"

Without waiting for Gnicia to answer, she immediately continued: "You may not know, but the silver oak lady is a ruthless villain - the person who escorted you said that you were caught on the defense line along the river Yes, logically speaking, she has no reason to speak for a stranger like you. Whether you are really a witch or just a wronged pharmacist, I want to know her reasons for protecting you, come and tell me."

She bent down, looking into Gnicia's eyes from a close distance.