Serious Witch's Travel Book

Although it is no longer the era when politicians and priests concurrently served as priests during the Temple of the Temples, the Universal Catholic Church, which is revered as the state religion, is still the real power group next to the imperial power in the empire, and even in many regions and classes, priests The power and prestige of government officials must be overwhelmed——

Numeria has never heard of such a bad offense against the priesthood, even in the country of the heathen, this is a rare thing, let alone they are still in the empire.

To her, it was almost...absurd, she didn't even feel real—these civilians, how dare they...?

She tried to persuade the centurion to stop such crazy things, but no matter how much she threatened or made sense, the other party always looked indifferent and frivolous.

This made her feel powerless. What should she do if these savage frontier people insist on their own way?There are only a dozen of them, and the other party...

The brutality of the soldiers became more and more explicit, and they began to tear the clothes of the nuns they had captured.

"You can't do this, I will report to the monastery..."

Numeria wanted to continue arguing, but suddenly heard an uproar among the dozen or so soldiers gathered together.

They took a few steps away, and the centurion looked back curiously - Numeria and Gnicia also did the same.

They saw that the nun's half-torn clothes were stained with blood, and a piece of fabric had been cut on her stomach, and a golden dagger was stuck in it, and bright red blood flowed out from her wound.

Gnicia wasn't sure where the injury was, but the wound must have been fatal, because she could almost feel the nun's vitality draining away rapidly.

"..."

It was the first time that she faced the dying person so clearly—whether she herself was gnawed by wolves or beheaded at the execution ground, she had never seen the face of a dying life so closely... The nun was still there the day before yesterday Bandaging the wounds of the wounded, she remembered that the two of them met and greeted each other yesterday, and they also sat face to face at dinner—although Gnicia didn’t know her name yet, they had met more than a dozen times The memory is enough for her to outline a "slightly familiar stranger" image.

Watching the nun's eyes slowly lose their luster in panic, she was still struggling subconsciously, but the soldiers threw her on the ground afterward... Gnicia felt a little blocked in her heart, and she subconsciously pulled her away. One person asked, "...can you save her?"

Standing next to her was Sister Emma, ​​she held Gnicia's little hand tightly with her backhand, she held it tightly, her lips were tightly pressed, and she couldn't say anything.

"You killed her?!" In a rage, the holy guard standing in the front pointed out a soldier with blood on his hands: "The Holy Spirit curses you! You will be thrown into hell, and you will never be reborn forever!"

After all, the soldiers were afraid of the words of the Holy Spirit. They were silent for a moment under the curse of the holy guard. The guy with blood on his hands lowered his head and denied: "Damn it, she committed suicide...don't care about me!"

"Okay, calm down."

The centurion stood up and tried to smooth things over, but what he said was obviously full of provocation: "Let's just leave it at that—it was a complete accident. Let's apologize to each other and treat it as..."

His words made the people in the church obviously feel bad. Several holy guards and Numeria were silently backing away. waved.

"……let's go."

Sister Emma made a decisive decision. She directly pulled Gnicia and Flynn with the other hand, and took Federa and the other two nuns to go down the hillside—but before taking a few steps, she suddenly found that there were already several A slutty woman stood in their way.

"I'm really sorry, I'm sincerely sorry, respectable female monks." He took off his helmet, revealing a thin face of a middle-aged imperial male, and the top of his head shaved so that only a stubble could be seen, And slightly bent down to the church personnel in front of him. "This accident is really...unpleasant, can we sit down and talk, maybe we can discuss a proper solution."

He didn't even mean to blame the infantry who committed the crime. Numeria looked at the nun who fell on the ground, and her mind was full of impulse—since she was born, she might never have been so angry.

Holding the cross tightly, she retreated towards the mountain. They came down from a high place, and now that direction is the only side that has not been surrounded by people.

"How would you like it, ma'am?"

Numeria clenched her hands, she took a deep breath and said, "We will leave."

"Please go ahead, that's really..."

The centurion shrugged, then suddenly raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

"That's a pity."

A dozen throwing spears suddenly crossed the human wall and threw them towards the few people on the mountain.

Noumelia immediately shouted: "Back - get behind us!"

The three holy guards raised their shields in front of Numeria, while the other three stood in front of the rest of the nuns, trying to block the thrown spears with their shields.

"Light of Oklanna, please protect your followers!" Numelia tore off the cross hanging around her neck, raised it high in the air, and called for the blessings of the heavens.

A bright light shone obliquely from mid-air, and it became an almost condensed entity when it was more than ten meters away from the land. When the spear touched it, it was forced, and it slid down to the ground in a tremor—but the blessing was not stable. The soldiers of the "Iron Hind" quickly came to the barrier. At first they dared not touch the sacred power, but at the request of the officers, the soldiers began to strike with their weapons and shields. This translucent wall, just a dozen or so times, it was broken into pieces in the air.

The nuns took advantage of this time to flee up the mountain, and then the imperial soldiers rushed up and ran into the woods.

A cavalryman drove up to the centurion and asked respectfully:

"General, do you follow the plan?"

"That's right, others are up to you, don't kill them. But those two people want to catch them alive, whoever made a mistake... Do you understand?"

"understood."

……

"What the hell is going on...! Why did they want to kill Tiberias?"

A nun was crying and running while wiping her tears.

They thought it was safe to stay away from the orcs, but no one thought that it was their own people who killed them in the end.

This mountainous area is too flat. Numeria tried to create obstacles several times, but she still couldn't keep the group out of the sight of the pursuers. The nuns' physical strength was mediocre, and they couldn't walk fast after being frightened. Even if they used the terrain occasionally Dodging those chasing soldiers, he couldn't run a few steps but was about to be exposed.

The more this is the case, the more their physical strength pales in comparison... Some people have already started to run, but the pursuers behind them are getting closer...

"Let's... run separately." Numeria took a few breaths and made a difficult decision.

This undoubtedly means that some people must be sacrificed.

Those with poor physical strength and bad luck will definitely be caught up. Once they disperse, everyone can only rely on their own ability to live in peace, but if they can hide better alone in the mountains and forests, there may be a chance to escape—— Better than being caught out like this.

No one disagreed with her, or that everyone was too tired to speak.

"Up to two, or... three together. Give them the dagger for self-defense."

She instructed the holy guards to hand over the short weapons they carried to the four older nuns, while she held Flynn back: "...I'm sorry, sisters, if this continues, we will all escape. No... let's all go in different directions, even if it fails, at least it can attract some attention for others..."

After she finished speaking, she took Flynn to a place with dense trees, and the others looked at each other. A holy guard hesitated for a moment, and chose to follow the direction of Numeria, while the others went their own way. They spread out in all directions, but within ten seconds, without any conversation or plan, they separated into groups according to a silent tacit understanding, and each ran down in one direction.

Gnicia hesitated for a moment, clutching the sheath of the dagger thrown to her, and she stayed at the end, alone and at a loss.

She is considering whether to commit suicide.

but she hesitated

If she committed suicide, would the murdered nun come back to life?

Where will she go back?Was it in the carriage, or in the church, or... some bad time?

She was not sure, the "sages" had never explained the rules of the game to her in detail, and they seemed to be more happy to see her groping and drawing conclusions by herself.

Gnicia is very worried that she will lose everything here. She has never had the experience of being with mortals like herself before, so she cherishes the memories of the past few days... Thinking of the possibility that she may become the only one who knows them, And no one knew about her twisted state, so she was so depressed that she couldn't think.

【Hey, what are you doing stupid?Don't run fast!If it's just one or two people, I can still protect you, hurry up! 】

The water demon ran out of the bottle and scurried into her clothes.

[Move!I don't want a dead apprentice! 】

Gnicia heard her words, but she didn't want to understand them at all.

She pulled out the dagger, the sharp metal blade glowing coldly between her slender fingers.

She lifted the dagger up and down a few times, not knowing how to strike. Finally, she remembered the movement of the werewolf when it killed herself, and turned the tip of the knife to the side of her neck.

It hurts a bit, but if you poke it in like this, you will probably die...

She swallowed her saliva, hesitation prevented her from cutting the knife immediately.The nun's pain and reluctance before her death echoed in Gnicia's mind—she wondered, would she feel the same emotions every time she died?

...whatever it is.

The tip of the knife cut the skin slightly, and she still wore the leather collar that was worn on her neck to restrain her. It used to be something that didn't feel much, but now she also felt that the rough edges were a bit prickly.

[Don't do stupid things! ! ! 】

Before she made up her mind to stab the knife in, a hand suddenly came out halfway and grabbed her wrist.

pain……

Gnicia suddenly felt that her arm was almost out of control.

Chapter 75 058. The Journey of Two People

"What are you still doing, go away!"

The person who caught her was Phaedra, and Gnicia was dragged into a hidden place by her just in a daze.

The pursuers were actually very close. Not long after the two walked out, the voices of those "border people" who suddenly attacked them sounded from not too far behind them... walking in front and pulling her " Miss" glared at Gnicia viciously, then dragged her to squat among the bushes, and quickly made a gesture to shut up. A few minutes later, the voices of the border people gradually faded away, and they finally Half squatting and slowly moving north.

Gnicia's heartbeat was fast, and she felt nervous. The sound of chasing soldiers would sound from a little distance away from time to time. Slowly moving for a long distance in the quiet mountain forest, sometimes they would suddenly hear curses that seemed to be close at hand-they also heard a woman screaming in the distance, and they didn't know who was caught.

The two of them are not familiar with the roads around here, and they don't know where to go to get rid of the search range of the pursuers. The depression of the wind and cranes makes them quickly fall into fatigue. When it was obvious that the tilt was severe, Phaedra finally couldn't bear it anymore.

"I can't... just die, I want to rest!"

She sat down on the ground, leaned against the tree recklessly, followed by her eyes staring straight as if she was dead, and remained motionless.

Gnicia was also so tired that she could hardly walk anymore. She moved all the way in a half-squat, her legs were so numb that she was about to lose consciousness, and her waist was so sore as if it wasn't her own body, if it didn't appear from time to time Danger has been urging her to persevere, and Phaedra has not let go of her from the beginning to the end. She may have given up her burden halfway.

But Phaedra leaned against the tree and stopped moving. Gnicia sat aside for a few minutes, and suddenly felt a little flustered looking at her motionless back, and then reached out to touch her.

no response.

"Uh……"

She panicked even more, and poked Sister Federa twice.

Still no response.

"Miss Phaedra...?"

Still no response.

A bleak chill crept into Gnicia's heart, wouldn't she...?

So she approached Phaedra cautiously, and reached out to touch the nun's nose.

Then she suddenly felt a pain in her finger—Phaedra bit her.

"Not dead! What are you thinking. Tired."

"Oh……"

Gnicia sat down beside her resentfully.

The two of them were in a daze like this, and after waiting for a while, Phaedra suddenly muttered in a low voice: "What were you thinking just now?"

"...No, no..."

The sages don't let Gnicia tell others about her real situation, especially about her infinite life. She has always been obedient, so naturally she dared not speak too much.Suicide seems to be an option that ordinary people seldom consider, and it must not be casually discussed with others.

But Phaedra didn't intend to forget about it, she said, "Slavery, don't you think it's stupid to do that?"

"that……"

Sister Federa suddenly reached out and patted Gnicia's arm: "Don't give up until the last moment. Remember to cherish life... We... are very similar in many ways, you have to be strong and live well."

"Oh……"

Gnicia didn't know how to answer. What Fedeira said was not malicious, but "life" was actually not the same precious thing for the two of them.

Gnicia was slightly puzzled by the earnestness of the young girl looking at her, but she felt a great deal of kindness... Her bright brown eyes looked as beautiful as clean, clear amber, drooping from the brim of a nun's hat Although the slender hair that came out was tangled and stuck to the forehead with sweat due to the trepidation along the way, this did not affect the girl's charm. On the contrary, the tiredness and sad look made people want to see more different expressions. Gnicia felt it was even more precious.

Since she was cared about, should she also express her kindness?

"Miss Phaedra."

"Ok?"

Gnicia leaned forward and kissed the corner of her mouth.

Then Sister Federa widened her eyes and opened her mouth wide, as if she saw something unclean, she stared straight at Gnicia stiffly and in amazement, until the latter was really embarrassed and shook her slightly. until you shake your hands.

"My God, what are you doing?"

The young nun wiped the corners of her mouth, and moved away from Gnicia in confusion.

Uh... am I doing something wrong?

Gnicia smiled awkwardly and shyly, asked, and at the same time explained to herself: "Is this wrong? Sister Numeria said that this will make everyone closer..."

Noumelia had indeed told her so.She said that physical intimacy is one of the most beautiful ways for nuns to express their kindness. If Gnicia wants to become more popular in the monastery, it is very necessary to learn to interact with other nuns intimately .

She also explained to Gnicia the different standards of intimacy that can be adopted with different people—to Marianne, to the sisters in the house, and to the sisters in other houses and the new nuns... …her kissing Phaedra doesn't seem to violate those guidelines.

But Phaedra didn't seem so happy, she wiped the corner of her mouth with her cuff fiercely a few times, then glared at Gnicia angrily, and squeezed out a "hum" from her nose.

She ignored Gnicia.