Witch, don't be so lazy

She knew that "something warm" was actually magic, but she still preferred the former term.

And after a whole night of torment from her spirits and dreams, well, it was mainly Miss White Snake who tormented her.

In addition to the loss of magic power, she also felt a little sleepy in body and mind. If it weren't for the fact that her heart beat so fast when she was with the person she loved, she would have yawned continuously.

Although the little coward really wanted to say "Let's sleep together", she always felt that this statement was too explicit and ambiguous, and Miss White Snake was always in high spirits, and she didn't want to spoil her interest.

"...It's okay. If we can't summon, we can still test how to record the story!"

Anke clapped his hands, looking eager to try.

"Depending on how you record it, perhaps we can figure out what kind of ability you have. Is it a historical replay like the armor-donning ceremony, or one that utilizes faith and willpower, or... well, whatever you think is appropriate."

"You don't have to move, I'll do it."

"I'll tell you a story!"

Anke patted the sofa next to him and motioned Feiman to come closer.

Although she didn't know why the little coward's face suddenly turned red again, she didn't think much about it and started clearing her throat.

"Now, I want to tell you a story about a fire demon warrior. The protagonist's name is Sutur..."

then.

Combining the official statement with some exaggerations by adventurers, she described a story about a fire demon warrior who, armed with a sword, raided thousands of miles deep into the enemy's nest and finally succeeded in defeating the dragon.

It didn't include the later events about himself and the Asda City family, and it didn't even include the fact that the hero was seriously injured in the battle with the Monster Alliance.

Only the most glorious and legendary part was captured.

Just like in a fairy tale, "justice defeats evil", "peace comes to the kingdom", "the prince and princess live happily together", and the period ends right after the climax.

As for the subsequent developments, those trivial and unpleasant things are simply omitted.

"How about it?"

"...What a remarkable man, brave and fearless, yet kind. Did Miss Anke come up with this story herself? Or did she hear it somewhere?"

Feiman tilted her head back with her mouth slightly open.

"I heard it, but I can confirm it's a true story."

An Ke paused, "Can it be included?"

"……no."

Feiman's voice suddenly weakened, and she looked over timidly, holding the fairy tale collection.

Then her face was ravaged by Miss Anke's ruthless iron hands.

"Why do you have that expression? If it's not possible, then it's not possible. I won't blame you, and I won't eat you. It's just an experiment."

An Ke spoke to comfort him.

Because the stories included are all stories about characters from Fairy Tales (VII) Linba Wusiba Qiqinyan Island, and some of the characters clearly have historical prototypes and their deeds also have obvious references, she wondered if she could include the story of a great hero.

When the time comes, the two Flame Demon Swords will chop down whoever stands in the way.

"Well, maybe his status is too low and he's not well-known enough. Then let me tell you about the first legendary witcher, the eccentric among the vampires, Van Helsing."

Another round of storytelling.

Because of her experience in Red Rock Town, she had learned about Van Helsing's story in the Adventurer's Guild, and even learned that he was the leader of the Atonement Agency due to the information revealed by Weir.

Of course, she did not reveal anything here, but only vaguely mentioned that he had an unclear relationship with the church, pointing out that he was helpless.

"Have it?"

“…No.”

Feiman opened the fairy tale collection, and after the last story, the pages were still blank.

She hesitated for a moment, then added, "Sounds familiar. I think I've included a story about a vampire hunter who is himself a vampire. According to Miss White Snake's classification, it should be a fairy tale on the level of a fireside chat."

"Then continue."

The Sage of Steel, the Sage of Flowers, Cain, the First Vampire, the Witch Baba Yaga...

An Ke said many in one breath.

The results were no different.

Although Feiman had heard some of them before and some not, she failed to include them in the collection in the end.

Encore was not discouraged and even quickly recounted "The King and the Black Dog", "The Wreath", and some third-rate court love-hate dramas he had heard from minstrels.

Useless.

"Eh, well, maybe it's finalized, or maybe the number of stories has reached its limit?"

Anke was a little hesitant.

It could also be a limitation of Storybook Island itself, for example, all recorded stories require a corresponding evil character?

"Is it possible... Is this situation really that bad?"

Fei Man carefully looked at the expression of Miss Ling Meng, the father of Baisheba Lin [Jiulinqijiu].

"No, I'm just curious."

Anko shrugged.

(1) Because there were some blank pages at the back of the "Fairy Tale Collection", she mistakenly thought that they could be added.

But now it seems that it may mean "the story continues."

Moreover, this ability may be bestowed by the Fairy Tale Island. The so-called fame bonus may be a simple restriction. In essence, it has nothing to do with faith, willpower, or historical recurrence.

As for the so-called "as long as Feiman thinks it is appropriate", that is even more impossible, because this thing can be translated as "the power of my thinking", or as Anke prefers to say, "the embodiment of fantasy".

But if you think about it carefully, if the "ultimate organism" is the pinnacle that the natural school aspires to reach, then "the embodiment of fantasy" is the pinnacle of the soul system.

Without the favor of the Moon Goddess and having lost a large amount of laurel heritage, the Fairy Tale Island created by the Bauhinia Dynasty should not be that powerful.

Anko pursed her lips and was about to stretch, planning to take a rest first, and then think of a way to see if she could make some noise in Windmill City to distract some of the energy of the good camp, so that Sinef could break through the blockade more easily and go to Wonderland to participate in the death battle.

But before she could move, she suddenly felt fingers poking her leg.

"what happened?"

Anke turned her head and looked at the silver-haired girl next to her.

Feiman was leaning on the sofa, holding a thick book. She was wearing a light-colored robe and looked like a naughty little scholar.

Well, the last attributive should be used correctly.

Because of her posture, although the robe is a fitted one, a large area of ​​white is revealed around her collarbone. Combined with her wavy silver hair and big watery eyes, she does look a bit seductive.

"Any more?"

Fei Man asked cautiously, "Does Miss White Snake have any other stories?"

"Huh? Has anything changed?"

Anke's eyes lit up.

“…No, sorry.”

Fei Man shrank back subconsciously at first and apologized, but then she seemed to think of something and mustered up the courage.

"But... I like the feeling of this... I want to keep going... Is that okay?"

I like listening to stories, and I like telling me stories even more.

When the two are combined, there is no happier thing in the world. It feels like even the air and sunshine have become gentler.

An Ke sighed and showed a helpless expression.

Faced with this situation, how could she refuse? That would be too much.

Although I can't respond to what's in the other person's eyes now, and I can't "keep going", but at least for now, I can still satisfy the girl's wish.

"Of course, let's continue."

"Hmm, let me think about what story to tell me. Well, since you've told me so many stories about princesses, I'll share one with you too. It's about Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs..."

This story is long.

Until the end.

Anke could only look at the little coward and felt a little funny.

We were supposed to listen to a story, but Feiman had already fallen asleep.

The little maid closed her eyes, breathing steadily, holding a book in her arms, and her pretty face resting on her shoulder.

He hesitated.

Anke slowly moved his shoulder away, letting it slide gently down.

……

When Rapunzel walked into the room under the guidance of the little white dove, she saw an impressive scene.

The platinum-haired girl leaned on the sofa. She was a light sleeper. When she noticed the movement, she raised her head, raised her fingers, and made a "hush" gesture.

Because the silver-haired girl was sleeping peacefully and happily with her head resting on her thighs and a book in her arms.

"Let's go to the next room and talk."

Writings were sketched on the wall.

Rapunzel nodded.

The scene was too beautiful. If Miss White Snake hadn't informed her that people from the dark camp were causing trouble in Windmill City, she probably wouldn't have been willing to disturb them.

He moved gently, helped Feiman tidy up her clothes, and covered her with a blanket. Anke finally breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I felt sorry for my legs.

Although the knee pillow is very good, it feels sore and numb when someone uses it as a pillow. Next time I must make the little coward return it to me!

The footsteps of leaving were also quiet, without waking up the silver-haired girl.

The room became extremely quiet.

So much so that if you concentrate, you can immediately hear the sound of "Sasha".

That's what's sketched on the white page.

Every story in the fairy tale collection is accompanied by illustrations, and the new fairy tales are no exception.

The content of the illustrations is also simple.

It's nothing more than a girl in the sun with her eyes closed, her golden hair falling down like silk, like a sleeping angel.

Chapter 188 Speed ​​Pass (9,010)

The former site of a wonderland in the wilderness.

There is no longer the vitality of the past here, even the earth has become desolate, and all that remains are the cold blades, dark red dried blood and the dark and terrifying silence.

The life-devouring magic circle formed by nine obelisks, supplemented by a large number of dark creature corpses and props, successfully created a burial ground where negative energy gathered.

If we follow the division method favored by the current world's necromancy school, this is at least a medium-sized or even large-sized "garden", a place that ordinary second-level necromancers would covet.

Lair, cemetery, magic cave, sanctuary, tomb city, royal court - it is said that this is a naming method that originated from the abyss, used to define the concentration and characteristics of negative energy in different areas, so as to facilitate the repair of one's own territory and the cultivation of undead.

Among the current schools of magic, the School of Necromancy is generally considered to be the most dependent on the venue. Their combat effectiveness in the spirit world patrol is also often relatively weak, almost sitting at the same table with the School of Chaos, which is especially obvious at low levels.

The reason is simple.

Although they have elemental affinity and can be somewhat stronger than the Chaos School when casting spells, don't forget that a large part of the Necromancer's combat power lies in the undead that he has carefully cultivated.

Just as Silver Fang has his most proud Black Warrior, Bro has the Multi-headed Abominations as his right-hand men. As the prince of Tusk, Tokae naturally also has his own guardian spirit.

The Scarab of Dead Souls, the Ushab Undead Warriors, and even a fourth-level extraordinary mummy "Tutankhamun" - of course, it was not cultivated by him, but was left over from the inheritance of the "Messenger of the Underworld". It is both a silent guardian and the object of his daily study and speculation.

"Tutankhamun" was once subordinate to the "Green King" who caused civil strife, and followed the treacherous devil Set to wreak havoc on the land of Yellow Sand and Oasis. After his defeat, he was mentally cleared, otherwise Tokay would have had an extraordinary teacher with him.

Of course, there’s no point in saying this now, as these are things that can’t be brought into Fairy Tale Island anyway.

The only thing to be thankful for is that due to the incomplete inheritance of the "Messenger of the Underworld" and Tokae's personal talent, he also has good attainments in the Earth School, which ensures that his combat effectiveness is sufficient.

It's interesting to talk about the cold and start the group chat.