Serious Witch's Travel Book

"Miss Nun—"

They ran down the hill from the barracks, waving and calling to Gnicia from a distance.

Gnicia subconsciously felt that the people in the church should not hear her, so she took a few steps forward: "What's the matter? Ms. Marianne has just been sent back, please don't disturb her rest."

"This--well..." The infantryman of the legion who was running at the front barely stopped in front of her. He looked at Gnicia in surprise, and said nothing: "Some accidents happened, Bai The husband asked us to confirm the situation, it is best for her to be safe..."

He looked at Gnicia for a few more times, hesitated to speak, and changed his words halfway: "...Please tell the other nuns that the orcs may attack again. The centurion hopes that you can follow the plan."

"understood."

After Gnicia confirmed, he returned the same way with his staff—Gnesia guessed that they probably didn't know the so-called "plan". If these people knew, there might be one in the church worth theirs. There is a little girl who sacrificed her life to cover, and there is a special evacuation passage in the barracks... so what will happen?

For a moment, Gnicia wanted to tell them the real thing, but she couldn't say it. The previous discussion of the nuns mentioned that some deserters had left Candlepine Castle intermittently. If there is a more important way to tell these people Safe roads are reserved for dignitaries, will they mutiny?

——She returned to the church without saying anything, and she found that there were two more holy guards in the hall of the sanctuary, and the little girl who had been hiding in the room had also gone downstairs at this moment.

Things weren't too good for Marianne, but surprisingly not that bad either.

Although she looked miserable, she was actually not seriously injured. The nuns immediately removed her protective gear. Although there were some scratches, there were no fatal wounds, and there was hardly any blood seen.

The most conspicuous injury on her body is the scar on her face that looks like she was hit by a blunt instrument or a fist. It scratched the corner of the head nun's eye, making her look very embarrassed; It was a bloodstain on her neck—anyone could see how dangerous and dangerous that shallow trace actually represented.

"Sigmund, close the door."

Numelia immediately gave the order, and a saint guard ordered, and walked quickly to lock the church door.

The nuns began tearing at Marianne's clothes—don't get me wrong, to keep the wounds from sticking to the fabric of her coat.

The treatment Marian received was different from that of other wounded soldiers. After treating the wound with clean water, the nuns directly began to use "blessing" to treat her. This magical skill does not require wound medicine. Waiting for the wounds to heal themselves like that, as the white light gathered by the nuns' palms flickered, the shallow wounds from bumps or scratches quickly stopped the bleeding, and then began to fade at a speed that seemed to change with the naked eye.

It's very fast, but it seems to consume a lot of money.

Each nun can only treat a very shallow wound, and cannot completely heal it, so their energy has to be focused on stopping all the wounds from bleeding.

Numeria took care of the scar on the nun's long neck, she dealt with it quickly, and then began to try to restore the bruise on her face; Gnicia didn't know these skills of the nuns, she stood at a loss , After waiting for a while, Numelia, who suddenly noticed her, ordered casually: "Go to the backyard and continue to make some medicine, just as before. Don't make a mistake."

"Oh!"

Feeling that staying here was adding to the chaos, Gnicia quickly left the sanctuary.

The air outside is much fresher.

She looked at all kinds of things in the yard that she couldn't tell whether they were weeds or medicinal materials. Instead of doing work immediately, she picked a clean place and sat down a little depressed.

She felt...she was out of place in this world.

This has been the case from the beginning, and now it is more obvious, she always feels that she cannot fit into these "people".

She lacked a... "purpose."

Although the sages have drawn up a destination for her, she has no deeper goals, and she doesn't know how to treat people—just like the Romans, orcs, and these nuns, the sages are happy for her, or allow her to touch which step?

The clothes she is wearing now, would the sages want her to wear them?

Is it within the tolerance of the sages for her to help those wounded soldiers?

Or, would the sages prefer her to stay with the orcs?

Everything is at a loss.

Gnicia wandered around the small courtyard without focusing her eyes until she saw a stone niche by the river... just beyond the church walls.

She suddenly remembered the blessing that "life" gave her, and with the appearance of this thought, that ability briefly appeared in her mind.

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[Ability: Divine Resonance, Requirement: Green 2]

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Not much to explain, but that's enough, Gnicia remembers what it's about, and maybe she should try this.

So she tiptoed to the edge of the wall.

The church is next to the river, and the fence here is probably used to prevent some domestic animals from coming in and pecking. There is no obstacle along the side of the river. She was embarrassed to go out through the front door, so she had to go here; the girl took off by the river. She dropped her shoes, and the cold stream made her tremble all over, but a little bit of motivation still drove her to continue walking, until she walked around the fence that entered the river for more than half a meter, and stepped on the ground again until.

She hurriedly shook the water off her feet, and put on her shoes without thinking about drying them.

This small stone niche is right next to the stream. It is a hollow structure surrounded by several larger stone slabs. On the top is a horizontal slab. There seems to be traces of burning in the middle. On the horizontal slab, there are a few runes drawn with white ash. characters, surrounded by a ring of pebbles, apparently with religious intent.

It is a bit subtle that such pagan things appear behind the Church of the Empire State Church, but considering that the Empire is currently in a period of intense transformation, although the power of the State Church has replaced the old Pantheon belief, in places like Gaul, I'm afraid the state religion still can't be fully popularized... It is also possible that someone purposely built this kind of worship facility under the nose of the church.

However, how should she use this thing, light a fire?

Gnicia fiddled with the pebbles on the top suspiciously, and when she touched the third stone, she suddenly felt a slight burning pain in her eyes.

As if suddenly walking from a bright place to a dark place, the world in front of her suddenly became a little gray, as if she was looking at the outside world through an extremely thin veil.

Gnicia blinked, still the same.All the things around her faded away, but only the few strange words written on the polished round slate still had color, and seemed to be white and shiny.

"……Who?"

Suddenly, a magnetic female voice sounded in the air.

Gnicia was taken aback by her, looked around hurriedly, and replied, "I—it's me!"

"You? What are you?...Why don't you say your name, you seem to be trying to make me laugh."

The voice was not fierce, but a bit of laziness mixed with doubts, which made Gnicia feel that she might have just influenced the laziness of a certain god.

"Well, my name is Gnicia..."

"Girl? Hmm - I should have heard that."

Although the tone was a little lazy, the voice responded quickly and very positively - without waiting for Gnicia to ask or explain further, she took the initiative to follow up the topic: "Strange, why can you rashly intervene in my crystal ball... …wait, are you a witch?"

"No, no!"

Considering the skin on her body and Numeria's conservative attitude towards matters related to witchcraft, Gnicia instinctively denied it.

I don't want her to seem to arouse the disgust of something: "You want to lie to me?"

"No--"

"Tell me where you are."

"I……"

She spoke so fast that Gnicia was speechless.

"Stand still, I see you. Tsk tsk, you don't look like a warlock, are you learning spells from your mother, or are you just rummaging through her things?"

"Well, I'm sorry, I don't have anything—"

"That's funny, you're outside...the church? My God, kitty, you've got a lot of guts, I suggest you get out of here quickly."

"Okay, okay, I'll just..."

Gnicia wanted to leave, but the voice sounded from behind her, from the direction of the small stone alcove: "Stop, don't go."

Gnicia, who was always used to obeying, suddenly stood there stupidly.

"What's your mother's name?"

"I don't have a mother." Whatever it was that spoke to her, Gnicia decided to respond with the same rhetoric: "She died."

Alas... I don't know if the sages will blame her for this.

The voice was silent for a while, and then continued: "You live alone now? Wait."

It suddenly became surprised: "Why are you wearing the clothes of those bald women?"

"Bald, bald...?"

"Just—eh? How long have you been with them? Have they shaved you?"

These jumping words made Gnicia so anxious that she was about to cry, she could only answer with words she could understand: "It's only been a day."

"That's still helpful! Wait a minute, I seem to know where you are, not too far away..."

Following these loud words, the pebbles placed on the niche trembled violently.Gnicia's tense spirit couldn't stand it any longer, she kicked the stone niche nervously, and with a crisp sound as if pottery was smashed in front of her, the stone niche was crushed by Gnichy. Ya kicked in a mess, and the world in front of her immediately returned to normal.

Of course, that voice was gone too.

She was slightly relieved, but the deserted street still made her feel uneasy, so Gnicia started to walk back. She trotted all the way to the river, took off her shoes, and carried her skirt back to the wooden fence , Seeing the backyard of the church that she was more familiar with, Gnicia finally breathed a sigh of relief.

What did she communicate with, a ghost?

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If this resource accidentally infringes your rights, please notify us to delete it in time.The thing said as if it was coming to harm her... A gust of cold wind blew across the back of Gnicia's neck, the girl trembled again, and hurriedly walked towards the church again - but she couldn't move after taking a step , and almost threw himself to the ground, only to feel that his feet were hooked by something, and he couldn't move no matter what.

So she looked down at her feet again.

Her right foot was caught in a puddle of water.

She had obviously left the river, but the water "crawled" out following her; it "grabbed" on Gnicia's ankles like transparent water plants or tentacles, full of resilience, Gnicia subconsciously After struggling with her leg twice, it was still firmly stuck to her ankle, barely moving at all.

Although it was broad daylight, what she saw made the girl feel as if she had fallen into an ice cave.

Gnicia opened her mouth subconsciously, she wanted to add a little screaming to this quiet town——

Of course, before she really cried out and let this story end early, the ball of water "speaks".

"Same kind, don't call, it's me."

Chapter 51 035. The Witch in the Bottle

Gnicia's darling was almost in her throat.

Anyone who sees this kind of thing will be scared, right? ——It was like a strange transparent eel hooking its own leg, and... still rolling slightly.

[Did you notice me?It's what's on your feet. 】

Gnicia trembled and took a few breaths, she wanted to calm down, but seeing her heartbeat just kept accelerating, there was no sign of calming down at all.

"You, are... what?"

She subconsciously moved her feet a few more times, and the piece of "water" felt her movement, and suddenly became tighter again.

This is the church, she and the others are only a few dozen steps away, as long as she calls out... If it is something like a monster, you shouldn't dare to act wild in this situation, right?

【what's on your mind?Want to ask others for help?Best not to think about it - want to compare speed?I can drag you into the river in the blink of an eye. 】

"No……"

She forced a smile, presumably this is uglier than crying.

[Hey, don't be nervous, we are all the same thing, I'm just curious why there are little guys accepted by the church, can you talk to me? 】

【Oh, it's not convenient to talk like this, is it? Can you find a... container, such as a basin, a small jar, or something like that?It doesn't need to be too big, you can see that it looks like two fingers, and it's more convenient to be small. 】

Following the request of this strange thing, Gnicia subconsciously looked around.

She saw a few small bottles in the shed at a glance. Those bottles were made of pottery, about the thickness of two fingers, with matching stoppers, which should be used to hold liquid preparations.

"Yes, but I have to get it over there."

The thing wrapped around her foot squirmed a few times, and then slowly let her go.

【Go, little witch, I will keep an eye on you. 】

After leaving the danger, Gnicia's first reaction was to run into the church, but she took a few steps and turned her head to see that thing was still by the river, like a dead fish lying on the ground. stay where they are.

It doesn't seem like it meant to hurt itself, does it...?

She hesitated for a moment, then walked towards the hut, took a small clay bottle from the place where she and Sister Numeria made the medicinal powder, and then walked slowly back to the river.

"Is this okay?" She squatted beside the thing and showed it the clay bottle.