Serious Witch's Travel Book

He suddenly reached out and hammered his knees twice, which was the furthest distance he could reach with his hands tied behind his back.After a few hoarse shouts of unknown meaning, the man's facial features twisted, as if he was about to cry, he begged the woman opposite him: "You, you... please tell me, you are not..."

His distressed appearance did not move the lady on the opposite side, and the lady called "His Excellency Saracel Adria" didn't even show any unnecessary emotional fluctuations for him.

She shattered the man's hope calmly: "Unfortunately, I am."

"no no!"

The man suddenly took two deep breaths of cool air.

"A witch, and a red hood..."

He looked at Gnicia, whose head was covered, and his shoulders trembled violently a few times. Then, as if he wanted to lose his soul, he slumped against the wooden guardrail next to the carriage.

Gnicia was a little confused—he was acting normal just now, why did he suddenly become so depressed?

The Romans who had gone to the river came back at this time. They had a few conversations with the people waiting in the convoy, and then returned to their original positions one after another.

With the shouts of the coachman and the sound of whipping, the small convoy embarked on a journey again.It's just that this time the atmosphere seemed too depressing. The lady in the "red hood" didn't speak at all, the man in the car was pale, and his head drooped decadently because he had a serious illness, and the short-haired female elf who talked a lot also No more words, but she is still the most optimistic and restless one. As the convoy drove down the hill, she kept looking into the surrounding woods, and looked back and forth at other people around her, including Gnicia. , which made the new witch very uncomfortable.

Right in front of the road is a small stone cliff, the road makes a bend at the foot of the cliff, and further ahead is a relatively gentle hill, a river flows out of the forest, and the river follows the plain into a side less than two people high stone wall.

On the last gentle slope, Gnicia saw the settlement of "mortals".

She has never seen a settlement of mortals... According to the four sages, "Zurich" should be a place where many people live, perhaps similar to this place; but she is too stupid, no matter what The giant wolves wandering on the snow mountain, not to mention the settlement at the foot of the mountain.

Although the tight rope behind her wrist gave her a feeling of being calculated, there was always something true in what "Power" said, that is, this path was easier... At least now she saw progress.

The sun was blocked by thick, gray clouds again, but Gnicia still thought it was beautiful here.

She finally saw the world below the mountain, from here she could see the stone wall enclosing the plain, which should probably be called a "town" - but it looked heavily fortified, maybe it was a Roman military camp. maybe.

Surrounding the entire human construction area is a wall cut from blue-gray stones. They form an irregular circle along the bend of the river, and they are not closed until the edge of the forest on the other side. The ground looks like a crooked necklace.

Almost all the buildings in sight are enclosed within the wall, and only some scattered fences and horses are scattered on the side facing them. Some fragmentary damaged ground indicates that this place is probably not too long ago. She'd been through a "war" before, a fanatical, mentally retarded thing that many people get together to do—that's what The Power told her.

Some of the buildings inside the wall are made of the same material as the stone wall, and most of the others are made of wood. They are of different heights and scales, but they are all shorter than the three stone towers attached to the city wall that are at least seven or eight people tall. Not a lot.

The carriage escorting them passed a small bridge that could barely accommodate two cars driving side by side. The fork in front of them led to the distant plain along the narrow dirt road between the city wall and the river, while the other went up the river. The water flows straight into the stone wall.Some soldiers wearing simple cloth armor and holding spears were guarding the crossing. The Roman cavalry who escorted the chariot came forward to exchange a few words with them, and the guards drove them to adjust the direction.

They are going into town.

Gnicia was a little nervous. She saw a lot of people behind the open low door, mostly men, but there were also some women and children.Gnicia had never seen so many people. Although there seemed to be a voice in her mind that was not surprised by this scene, she still straightened her back stiffly.

The roads in the town are very narrow, and there are dozens of wooden houses on both sides of the main road. These prisoners are obviously not very pleasing. The residents are curiously watching the small convoy pointing on both sides of the road. From time to time there will be An ugly curse came, and when the troika had completely entered the stone wall, some small stones were even thrown over intermittently.

"My gods, this is not a labor camp, but Pine Candle Castle!"

The man who had been drooping his head suddenly raised his head. He looked at a wooden tablet standing beside the stone door, and slowly separated his upper and lower teeth that seemed to be glued together: "We are in trouble, so I will tell you what to do." It's going to be like this... how can I be with a vicious witch and...with the red hood!"

Gnicia shrank her head and avoided a piece of gravel thrown at her from the front. The unfriendliness of the residents here made her feel at a loss. She heard those who were watching on both sides of the street began to insult them—about the "Red Hood ""Independent," "Thief," and "Witch."

The residents had no intention of approaching, and the Romans in charge of the escort did not disperse them, but just let the scattered onlookers discuss.

At last the carriage stopped before a small gate, which broke through an inner wall that divided the town into two parts.Three strong men came out from the inside, facing the ferocious men. One by one, they pushed the prisoners in the car and ordered them to get off the car, and then stood in a row on the ground.However, those vulgar men did not come directly to harass them. Someone walked up to the car and dragged the so-called "grave robber". He didn't dare to touch the two elves, but stepped on the car, He reached out and grabbed Gnicia who was sitting inside.

The short-haired elf grinned at him and threatened him: "How dare you touch her? She's a witch!"

The villain was startled, he quickly pulled back his hand as if he had touched the fire, and left the carriage in three steps at a time, and hurried towards the other prisoners, Gnicia felt very uncomfortable Comfortable, he looks like he saw a ghost in broad daylight...

Then no one came to greet them.Others watched the prisoners walk towards the inner door, but the three women were left hanging here, and even the guards left, leaving only a few guards with spears staring at this side from a distance.Just when Gnicia wondered if they had been forgotten, a small figure suddenly ran out from the side of the house.

"Flynn, stop!"

With a low shout, the footsteps of the little figure stopped immediately.

The voice ordered again: "Come back."

She took another step, stepping back abruptly as she was running, without turning her head.

Gnicia couldn't help but look over there, through the thick holes in the burlap on the hood, she saw a woman coming out of the alleyway, her whole body wrapped in black cloth.

She is about the age that has completely faded away from her youthfulness, and is entering the subtle age group that is full of mature charm, but has not yet left the prime of life.Through the linen mesh, Gnicia guessed that she was probably a noble lady nearby, because in the memory and knowledge bestowed on her by the sages, only those so-called masters could keep their lives in such a chaotic place like the Black Forest. Such plump and glowing cheeks.

But her dress is really exaggerated: from head to toe, the parts where she can't see her body are all black. She wears a long scarf, covering her hair and neck under the scarf. The thick and tight black robe, the leather boots that can be seen faintly from the shoulders, Gnicia can hardly see any color other than black.

The only exception is that her hands are still exposed, and those hands look very white. They overlap in front of the woman's lower abdomen. This habitual action makes her more stable and dignified.

Another point is the necklace hanging on her chest, which is probably the most colorful piece of all her clothes: a silver cross that is about as long as a finger.

Gnicia's knowledge includes this... This is the emblem of the Universal Catholic Church, and according to the "sages", it is an organization to be wary of, especially if she is engaged in some "magic-related" affairs when.Apparently, being a "witch" is also included.

According to Gnicia's temperament, if she saw someone wearing this emblem, she should choose to avoid, but right now she has no conditions to avoid, so she can only let that woman walk towards them.

In other words, two women, one big and one small——beside her is a girl who is not too tall and doesn't look very mature. This little girl may be what women call "Flynn". She also wears The clothes are exactly the same as the tall woman, except that she is two sizes smaller in terms of physique and clothes.

They stood together with a difference in height of almost two ends. Flynn took the initiative to hold the hand of the older woman after stepping back unwillingly. It seemed that they were either mother and daughter or sisters, or at least they were people with a close relationship.

The mature woman was a bit harsh. After Flynn stepped back and held her outstretched hand, she squeezed the little girl's hand alone. Gnicia couldn't judge whether it would hurt, but no matter how she looked at it, The little girl shrank her neck because of this, this small gesture obviously meant punishment.

After that, they walked slowly to the carriage.

"Your Excellency Saracel Adria", who had been sitting safely in the car, turned her head at this moment, and looked at the mature woman in black.

They silently looked at each other for more than a hundred heartbeats.

But their communication is very simple.

After deciding to break the silence, the mature woman's eyes shifted to another place. She spoke in a soft and peaceful tone, not asking, but narrating: "Adelia, are you ready to die?"

And the elf still didn't have any extra expressions, she told the woman in black: "Yes, just follow the normal process."

She spoke so plainly, as if nothing happened to her.

"No, it won't go through the process. Even the judge from Cedar City didn't come here, there was no trial, just between sunset today..."

The woman's brow moved slightly, and Gnicia saw her arm that was not holding the little girl rise abruptly a few inches, but it quickly fell down again.

"They'll just cut off your head."

She stopped, and her eyes returned to the original place, looking straight at the archdruid.

"If..." The woman hesitantly squeezed out a half sentence: "If you are willing...Governor of Gaul..."

"Do not."

Unlike the woman who suddenly became hesitant, the red-haired elf remained unmoved from beginning to end:

"Those who should come will always come, and those who should go can't be kept."

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Tips.1: The elves living in Gaul used to put their tribal and family names before their personal names in ancient times. The order is usually the tribal name (the name of the colony they belong to or the name of the place of residence, usually the common plants in the place of birth or part of it), family name (name handed down by a person's family, most elves do not), personal name.It is exactly the opposite of the Roman traditional trinomial order.Some naturalized elves still use the imperial name form, but most have gradually given up and adopted more traditional customs.

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Another: Starting from this chapter, some explanations of ambiguous or changed self-made content will be added at the end of the chapter. If there is no reasonable opportunity to interpret these contents in a short period of time, I will talk about them separately at the end of the chapter... …

Similarly, some nouns and concepts that will be explained directly later may be skipped, or there may be omissions.

As for some place names... Since this article is mainly empty, and the geographical environment at that time is quite different from the present, so I won’t give a detailed explanation for the time being. Some place names are quoted historical facts. If you are interested, you can also pay attention to www

The previous chapters have also been traced a little bit, and you can see it after refreshing... probably.

Chapter 6 004. Execution Ground

Seeing that nothing could be done, the woman in black fell silent again.

She didn't say any more, didn't say anything, but directly took the hand of the little girl beside her and prepared to leave.

Gnicia was a little curious about their outfits, she moved her chin slightly, and tilted the top of the cloth bag on her head, trying to take a closer look at them from a small hole, but the woman noticed her movement, she pulled Seeing the little girl stop in front of Gnicia, and then...

"Bitch woman."

...?

The sudden insult made Gnicia a little puzzled. She looked at the inexplicably hostile lady two steps away with a puzzled look. The moment the two people's eyes roughly met, the woman in black suddenly Frowning, he looked away in disgust.

It seems that the other party's words are indeed targeted.

This kind of nonsensical hostility aroused Gnicia a bit, and she was depressed for a while, and pressed her tongue against the cloth stuffed into her mouth, trying to spit it out.

The woman in black didn't stay here any longer, she turned her head and left without looking at Gnicia again.On the contrary, the little girl slowed down a few steps and stopped in front of Gnicia. She even blinked at Gnicia, and those bright blue eyes immediately made the latter feel a lot better.

She even wanted to say something to Gnicia - but she didn't make a sound, just left a few words on her lips, which Gnicia didn't understand.

"Come on, Flynn, why are you looking at that witch, do you want to kill yourself?"

The woman in black noticed the little girl's small movements, she pulled the girl's hand hard, and after a low cry, the little girl had to leave with her; but she still turned around every three steps, her eyes full of curiosity , Gnicia tilted her head slightly, as a greeting to her.

The two of them returned to the alley as when they appeared, and almost at the same time, from the corner of Gnicia's eye, she noticed that two soldiers greeted each other and began to come in their direction.

It looks like they came here secretly to take a look?But at least the people in charge here cooperated with them...

With this guess, Gnicia turned back again.

She suddenly saw a foot—and then followed the line of the calf to reveal the owner of the foot, the elf with short hair on the seat opposite her.

"do not move."

Although some recklessness was not very impolite, Gnicia, who already had the idea that she might die once, still let her behavior go.The elf's limbs are very flexible and flexible. She squeezed her toes under Gnicia's headgear, then used two toes to clamp the filthy cloth stuffed in the "witch"'s mouth, and pulled it out with her fingers.

After the rag that seemed to be covered with grease and mud left her mouth, Gnicia felt a little relieved.She took a few breaths to blow out the gritty feeling between her lips and teeth, and then spit a few more times. Seeing that the soldiers in the distance were still twenty or thirty steps away, she hurriedly helped herself The red-haired elf said, "Thank you."

"It doesn't matter." The elf looked a little anxious, and she urged Gnicia in a low voice, "But if you have any spells, it's time to use them now."

The lips that had been relaxed under Gnicia's cloth bag froze immediately: "This...I'm sorry, I..."

"what happened?"

The elf glanced in the direction the soldiers were coming, and the two men were only ten steps away.

Gnicia answered her awkwardly: "I can't do it..."

She doesn't know any "spells".

She knows what the "growth" of ordinary people should be like, and she also knows that she is different from them: her "body" itself does not have any power, as it is now, she can't do anything - she needs sages The "luggage" made for her, only when wearing those clothes, Gnicia has power.

When she wears the Night's Watch's costume, she is a Night's Watch, and when she wears a Witch's costume, she instantly becomes a Witch.

The power she possesses is a gift from the clothes of the sages, and the sages have given her the power of "immortality", but as a price, she must also act according to the rules of the sages.

When she left the chapel, she could clearly feel the power of magic flowing in her body, but now her stomach was empty. Although she didn't know why she didn't appear in the mortal world with full armor this time, but obviously, Until she puts on the witch's gown again, she probably won't be able to enjoy the power given by the sages anymore.

There must be something wrong.

The short-haired elf grimaced, and the soldier was less than ten steps away from them.

The silent Ms. Adlia next to Gnicia suddenly asked quietly at this moment: "If you are given a qualified wand, can you use spells?"

What she said made Gnicia stunned. Considering that she didn't have suitable clothes, Gnicia didn't think she could do it...but she instinctively felt that she should know something. He replied bluntly, "Maybe, but..."

"That's fine."

Her words came suddenly and stopped suddenly.

While Gnicia was still in a daze, two soldiers had already arrived in front of the car.One of them put his arm across his chest, and said bluntly, "Your Excellency, please get out of the car."

Adlia still didn't speak, and she didn't hold the soldier's hand. She stood up slowly, because she sat in the car for too long, and her steps were a little sloppy. Gnicia wanted to help her, but Her own hands were tied and she could do nothing.

So she could only watch the "Grand Druid" staggering off the cart - followed by the short-haired elf who jumped off after her, and then Gnicia herself.

Another soldier reached out and pulled the cloth cover on Gnicia's head, muttering, "Why is she still wearing a hood?"

"Don't touch her!" The soldier who had just been rejected by Her Excellency Adria hurriedly stretched out his hand and gave him a warning: "This is a witch, don't you want to wake up one morning and find that you have no dick?" It's better to stay away from her."

In the end, just like the villain who came to pull people before, the soldier rushed aside as if he had seen a ghost during the day.

Again, why are they so afraid of me?

Gnicia was a little confused.

The poor bit of forced knowledge in her head - not even experience - can only tell her that "witch" is a very unpopular profession in Rome, but she has no idea why these humans He would be so afraid of her, but the two elves in the same car seemed more peaceful.

Although he was taken aback, the Roman soldier still hadn't forgotten his duty.He crossed the spear in his hand, and ordered in front of Gnicia sternly: "You... walk in front! Don't look at me, and don't try to play tricks!"

He didn't know that his trembling legs had seriously betrayed him.

But Gnicia couldn't help it, she had to be driven away and taken away with the two elves.

The left-hand side of them looks like ordinary dwellings, and the right-hand side is the city wall.As the three of them walked into the inner door one after another, the scenery in front of them suddenly opened up a bit... What appeared in front of them were several relatively neat rows of stone houses, some of which were arranged along the inner side of the stone wall along an arc. Some are concentrated in the area near the center, and some half walls are arranged between the houses to simply separate the buildings, which may seem to have a certain military use.

It should be right, this is a military camp.

Opposite the inner door is a wide school yard. There are twenty or thirty soldiers scattered around, and all the prisoners have been guarded and lined up in a long line at the moment. Their front row is not a cell, but a prison. It was a thick stone block that stood up half a leg high, and one side of the top was sunken into a bowl-like groove. As soon as they entered the inner door, the first prisoner was driven to the front. Threatened by the spear, he was forced to kneel in front of the stone platform, muttering curses in a low voice.