NIKKE, after maxing out the favorability, all the Nikkis are not right

The three of them were silent for a while.

Seeing that he didn't say anything excessive, Nikki, who had a ponytail, couldn't help but look curious: "You are the commander of the Ark. Don't you feel angry when you hear me say such things?"

Green frowned strangely: "Why should I be angry?"

She said, "Because desertion is not allowed. Once someone flees on the battlefield, according to Ark regulations, the commander has the power to order the execution of the fleeing Nikki. Don't you think that we are unqualified Nikki? We have betrayed the Ark and humanity. From now on, we will no longer serve any of them, but live for ourselves."

Green smiled and said, "That's a profound question. Do you feel any guilt? Or do you think what you're doing is selfish towards others? Actually, you don't need to ask me such questions. I don't know you well enough to make any conclusions about you."

"As long as you feel you have a clear conscience, or that you think it's the right thing to do, don't have too many baggage and just go for it."

"..."

"Thank you. I feel much better when you say that."

It was as if a knot in her heart had been untied, and Nikki, who had her hair tied in a ponytail, breathed a sigh of relief.

As for why they displayed such a subtle expression, it was because they had been deeply influenced by the Ark. Since the day they were created, these mass-produced Nikkis had been instilled with the will and belief to protect humanity and reclaim the surface. Even though they were no longer under the Ark's control, the thought etched deep in their hearts, like a steel stamp of thought, still made them feel uneasy and helpless, and cold sweats broke out in the middle of the night.

But it's not bad now.

Green's simple two sentences loosened the knot that had been in Ponytail Nikki's heart for a long time.

If she thought about it carefully, there was no need for her to live with those burdens on her back. Protecting humanity and taking back the earth were too heavy words, far beyond the acceptance of people like them who just wanted to live an ordinary life.

After she figured it out, she felt happy.

Then he directly invited Green to come to their dormitory and sit down: "Commander, I'm glad you can enlighten us. If you don't mind, why not come to our dormitory?"

"I haven't seen anyone from the Ark for a long time. I'd like to invite you for a drink and catch up. You wouldn't refuse, would you?"

"Well..."

Green was just trying to figure out how to explain his appointment tonight when a mechanical crow suddenly descended from a nearby branch. The majestic crow landed on Green's shoulder and, addressing the two Nikkis, who were showing some hint of affection, croaked, "Excuse me, please go back. The witch has an appointment with her servant tonight. If you'd like to catch up, why not invite me back another time?"

"Uh, Raven…is that Miss Harlan?"

"Sorry, we didn't realize you had a date with him."

"Well, see you next time, Commander."

The two Nikkis saw that the person coming was Harlan. Although they looked unwilling, they could only watch the man they had caught being abducted by her.

Although the Garden of Eden does not like to play by the rules of seniority like the Ark, the hierarchy still exists. A well-known pilgrim like Harlan obviously has a very high status in the Garden of Eden and cannot be easily provoked.

"Thank you for your generosity and have a great night too."

"Now, then, follow me, servant."

"Let's talk as we walk."

Harlan's crow perched on Green's shoulder.

This mechanical crow made of metal would comb its feathers from time to time, and then poke here and there with its beak, making it look like a living crow.

"Walk this way, along the cobblestone path to the end, and you'll see a witch's hut. Hehe... If I hadn't released the crows in advance, you would probably have been charmed by those two women. Isn't that right, my servant?"

The mechanical crow spoke in a condescending tone, questioning Harlan on his behalf.

"No, it was just a casual chat and catching up. Besides, I was planning to ask them where your house was, but who would have thought that they would get involved."

Green replied with a smile.

"Of course I understand why you are involved with them."

"As the saying goes, a woman with a story is like a glass of fine wine waiting to be opened, very attractive, right? Since you like to explore the stories of girls so much, I might as well tickle your heart as well."

"What do you think of me...Witch Harlan."

"What kind of story do I have in the past?"

Harlan's mysterious tone aroused Green's interest.

If we were to ask whose thoughts in the Garden of Eden are the hardest to guess, Dorothy would be first, and Harlan would be second.

Miss Harlan, who calls herself a witch, is always mysterious and likes to dress herself up as beautiful and proud. Therefore, she does not look like a particularly approachable person, and this is indeed the case.

Green still remembers the day he and Harlan first met.

At that time, he accidentally got separated from the counterattack troops and happened to meet this proud witch. When she saw the human, she liked him, so she came over on her own and asked him if he was willing to pay a little price in exchange for a chance to survive.

The price was to become Harlan's servant and find various ingredients for her to make soup.

Strange witches, just like those in fantasy novels, always find ways to torment others, and then develop some strange soups and potions to maintain their beauty.

So what kind of person was she before she came to the Garden of Eden?

Elusive.

But Green still tried to express the image of Harlan in his mind: "I vaguely remember that you said before that you were betrayed by the Ark, so before coming to the Garden of Eden, you were also Nikki of the Ark."

Harlan seemed to smile. She said, "I didn't expect you to have such a good memory. But if I were to use such a banal story to describe my past, wouldn't that be a bit lacking in imagination? Think about it, since unscientific beings like Letcher and Nikki exist in this world, why not try to add a touch of fantasy?"

"Since I call myself a witch, there must be a reason."

"You've seen me fight, so you should know that I have very special abilities compared to other Nikkis."

"A sickle appeared out of thin air, a crow suddenly disappeared and flew away, and items were taken from some other dimension. Do you think such things are something that an ordinary Nikki can do?"

Harlan smiled mysteriously.

Witches are very good at showing off their power in front of humans. Although they may just be small tricks, they are enough to make those guys who have never seen the world call them miracles.

Green pondered for a moment and realized that Harlan was indeed different from the other Nikkis. Perhaps she truly possessed some superpower or magic. "According to current science and technology, your abilities are indeed somewhat mysterious. At least, I can't conjure a sickle out of thin air."

"Yes, you're jealous, right?"

Harlan snorted smugly and suddenly began to tease him: "If you want to learn, I can teach you, but witch knowledge has always been taboo. Just like there is no free lunch in the world, you always have to pay a price to eat it."

"So, are you ready to be my servant for life?"

"Harlan, I haven't said whether I want to learn or not."

"This is not up to you. You have to know that I gave Anis a bottle of precious essential oil today because of your face. If it were someone else, I would definitely not have a good relationship with her, let alone give her my precious essential oil as a gift."

"I've given so much, and now it's time to get some rewards."

"So, what kind of reward can you give me? First of all, if what you give me tonight doesn't satisfy me, then you must agree to be my servant for life. From now on, you will stay in the Garden of Eden and help me put on my shoes, boil soup, bathe me, and warm my bed. I promise to take good care of you."

Harlan raised the corner of his mouth and began to flirt with him in a joking tone again.

She relished the feeling of threatening others and gaining control of their sovereignty, just like in those novels, where evil witches always loved to seduce those knights who were loyal to their faith. Whether it was through coaxing, bewitching, threatening, or some other means, seeing these knights kneel at her feet, so fascinated by her that they kissed their white toes, the visceral pleasure always made Harlan's mouth curl up slightly.

"Harlan, what do you want in return?"

"As for what I want, that's your concern, so what do you think it will be?"

In Harlan's whisper, half teasing, half flirting.

With a creak, Green gently pushed open the door of the witch's detached house.

259

Chapter 259: Witch Harlan.

Harlan's house was not large, but not small either.

From the outside, it looks like a normal single-family dormitory in the Garden of Eden, with white walls and smooth glass. In order to maintain the overall beauty and lighting of the building, Dorothy likes to abuse white walls and glass windows in the architectural style.

However, the moment you push the door and walk in, the modern atmosphere disappears.

Instead, there is a retro feel.

The wooden walls are covered with emerald green ivy and vines. Flickering candlelight can be vaguely seen in the warm yellow chandelier above. There is a carpet made of animal fur underfoot. There is also a brick fireplace built against the wall. At this moment, some firewood is lying quietly in the fireplace, bringing some bright warmth to the slightly cold night.

Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the pot placed next to the kitchen. It is placed on a cooking rack and is filled with ingredients and boiling water. At this moment, thick soup is bubbling out of it.

If Green hadn't known the owner of this house for a long time.

He would have thought that the owner of this cottage would be a lonely old witch wearing a heavy wizard's hat, with white hair and knotty fingers. But Harlan was not like that.

She had already shed her daytime armor and donned a short, thigh-length purple dress and shiny black tights. Her high heels and black silk gloves added a touch of alluring mystery to her demeanor. She leaned lazily against the table like a black cat, an inscrutable smile on her face, quietly waiting for a human willing to pet her.

"How about it, do you like my room?"

"very nice."

"The word 'very good' alone doesn't describe my taste."

Harlan smiled slightly, and with a wave of her hand, a black light appeared beside her hand, as if tearing the space apart.

The next moment, a goblet filled with red wine suddenly appeared and was gently held between Harlan's fingers.

Then she snapped her fingers lightly, and a black crow descended from the sky, holding another glass of red wine in its beak and gracefully handed it to Green.

"Want to hear my story?"

"That won't do. At least I won't tell you anything until I get what I want in return."

Harlan gracefully shook the red wine glass in his hand, took a sip, and then showed a lazy smile.

The dim light illuminated the two of them, and the atmosphere gradually became charming. Even the beauty mole under her eyelashes looked extremely attractive.

Green followed her gaze and sat down on the soft brown sofa. He took a sip from his wine glass and smiled, "Speaking of which, Harlan, even though we've known each other for a long time, I still don't know you very well."

Harlan raised the corner of his mouth and said, "Want to get to know me better? But... as I said just now, a woman with a story is as fragrant as fine wine. But if you tell too many stories, the wine will lose its flavor."

"Why don't we keep some mystery between each other?"

"Since you said so, that's fine."

Seeing that Harlan didn't want to talk more about herself, Green didn't force her.

After all, he knew Harlan's character.

If Privati is a tsundere and Isabel is a yandere, then Harlan is neither yandere nor yandere. The only difference is that when she is with him, she often likes to act like a proud witch and treat him like a servant.

But her pride is not the arrogance of a superior, but more like a temperament.

Most of the time, Harlan spoke directly. If he said he would abandon you, he would abandon you. If he said he would cook soup for you, he would cook soup for you. When he was angry, he never hid the expression of surprise and anger in his heart, but showed it on his face.

But if you think that "this girl is easy to deal with", then you are wrong.

She is not the kind of person who likes to be endlessly flattered, just like the witch in the novel. Although she is often annoyed by those pedantic knights and curses them as wooden-headed fools who only know how to talk about saints and gods all their lives, she will inevitably fall in love with the stupid and old-fashioned knights in the end, and try every means to make them betray their beliefs and turn to the witch's arms.

Harlan came here today with the same purpose.

Although she admired and liked Green, when she thought about him still working diligently for Ark, that liking suddenly turned into resentment.

pat.

Harlan snapped his fingers lightly, and several crows flew out from the branches where they were perched. They skillfully used their beaks to peck out the lock, opened the largest window in the house, and then stomped out the warm yellow light.

Bang!

A huge window as tall as three people was open.

The warm moonlight and the starry sky shone in front of her and Green.

"Right now is the best time to enjoy the moon. On ordinary days, no one except the crows can see this beautiful view."

"You came at the right time, so you have the honor to enjoy the moonlight with me."

"Let's have a drink."

Harlan disappeared silently beside the table, and the next moment he appeared beside him like a ghost.

The witch raised her cup and gently clinked it with his goblet. Then, she took another sip and closed her eyes to enjoy this peaceful moment.

After being intoxicated for a while, she suddenly asked, "Is it beautiful?"

Green nodded: "Beautiful."

Harlan glanced at him, then said, "I mean the scenery."

"The moonlight and you are both beautiful."

"..."

"You've lived underground for so long, so you should know exactly what the moon means to the people of the Ark. The sky, the bright moon, the stars—they're what they long for yet remain untouchable. They're also the most beautiful things in their hearts."

"And you compare me to the moon. Does that mean that in your heart, I am the most beautiful woman in the world?"

Harlan narrowed his eyes and suddenly flirted with him.

"Harlan has always been beautiful, just like the moon."