She Is Not a Witch Chapter 87: Night in the Pub

In the castle of Viscount Moruo.

Thick burgundy curtains cover the windows, and only a little afterglow shines into the room through the gaps. A young girl of about 20 years curled up on the sofa, hugging her knees with her hands, her face buried in the shadows.

With a squeak, the mahogany door was pushed open, and the castle butler in a black dress appeared at the door. He looked at the dim room, frowned slightly, then walked aside and opened the curtains.

With the help of the dark red afterglow of the setting sun, the butler found the candle lamp on the table, lit it, and then looked back at the girl.

"Master Moruo prepares you, and you will act in the next few days." Compared with the kind face when receiving caravans outside during the day, the butler's expression is obviously much colder at this time.

"I will bring you dinner later, remember to finish it, don’t get hungry."

"Um..." the girl responded slightly, without raising her head.

Seeing her promise, the housekeeper ignored her, and was about to turn around and leave. He came here only to make sure that the girl did not escape, although she could not escape.

Seeing that the housekeeper was leaving, the girl raised her head and asked faintly.

"Will my mother and brother be forgiven after completing the task for Lord Moruo?"

After hearing the sound, the housekeeper turned around and watched the haggard girl answer: "Yes, Lord Moruo disdains lying to you."

"You should feel fortunate that if you were not useful, you would have been executed in public for the crimes committed by your father and brother."

"Whether it is the army of the royal family or the followers of the Baska family, they will not tolerate such crimes as your father."

"Trying to overthrow the empire and reproduce things like Crancia is a joke in the empire. I hope you don’t be as stupid as your father. You have to know that every inch of land you step on today is the past. Those glorious heroes competed with iron and blood, and you are just fortunate to be allowed by the descendants of those heroes to survive in this land."

"The betrayer won't end well." He gave the girl a meaningful look, then turned and left.

The door closed again, and the room fell silent, only the candle swayed slightly, emitting a slight smoke.

In the other corner of the castle, Viscount Moruo's study.

The viscount is sitting at the table at the moment, carefully studying the delicate creation in his hand, which is about the size of a ping-pong ball, and is holy white as a whole with golden patterns on it. At this moment, it was full of magic power, emitting light slightly.

"It's so beautiful, like the music in the woods." The little sphere in Viscount Mo Ruo's eyes is so precious and beautiful.

Boom boom

After a while, there was a slight knock on the door of the study.

"In." Viscount Moruo put away the sphere in his hand.

"Master Moruo." The butler saluted respectfully, and then entered the study.

"How is that girl?" Mo Ruo asked.

"The state is okay, I just finished dinner."

"Very good, very good." Mo Ruo said twice, a faint excitement appeared on his face, as if he was thinking of a wonderful scene in the future.

"Finally waited until this day." He turned and looked at the wall behind him. On it were hung a portrait of a sage of the Mo Ruo family, as well as an old family crest, the shape of which looked like swords intertwined and stacked on top of each other.

"Although a lot of bugs have been found near the forest recently, but fortunately, the plan was implemented smoothly. With the help of Charlene Caravan, the key things were finally transported from there."

"My lord is wise." The butler bowed his head and praised.

"Hehe, I guess those spies didn't expect it, I will let them put this key little thing in the fruits and vegetables, and send it in random bumps along the way."

He took out the gadget in his hand again.

After the roentgen caravan arrived in the afternoon, the piano was temporarily placed in the yard, and the fruits and the like were transported to the warehouse first, and he broke all the melons and fruits, and finally found the little thing hidden in it.

"With this, the seal in the ruins can be opened. It's really exhausting." He sighed.

"I discovered this place 20 years ago, but I didn't expect that the seal left by the Mercury Dynasty was still so strong, sealing the holy thing in such a secret place."

"But these are all over. With this little thing to break the seal, and then let that special girl to open the door, the treasure inside will eventually belong to our Moruo family, hahaha." Thinking of this, he couldn't help showing his joy. Smile. For this day, he has endured for nearly 20 years, and now he can finally confess.

"My lord is wise." The butler looked down at Viscount Mo Ruo's arrogant and laughing back, and lowered his head again.

"However, this action still needs to be cautious."

After laughing, the viscount calmed down again and turned around.

"I know that some bugs have noticed something unusual. They may know something, but they certainly don’t know everything. So we have to achieve our goal before they react. I don’t want to make things worse. At that time, people from the sage will be attracted."

"If the group of white robes come over, the things in the ruins will be nothing to us. These guys have always regarded everything buried underground as their own organization. It's simply unreasonable, huh." Thinking of those strong A member of the sage society, the viscount has gritted his teeth a bit.

As the guardian of the world order, the sage will have a very high priority in the handling of many things. They will maintain those ancient relics and ensure that all the items excavated belong to the sages who will keep them.

"Okay, bring my dinner here first, and we are ready to act tonight."

"Yes, my lord." The butler exited the room again as he said.

The night is getting darker. Although the castle is very deserted with only sporadic lights, the small town under the mountain is full of lights~IndoMTL.com~ Although it is not big, it may be because it is small, so the local residents are more humane , Basically all acquaintances walking on the streets, the night in the town is not deserted.

A wonderful performance is being staged in the largest pub in the city. A poet in a ragged shirt is sitting on the stage and playing the strings.

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"Speaking of then, Miss Messia took up the sword, like a nightingale in the woods, lightly surpassing the obstacles, the flashing graceful path of the sword, like a shooting star in July cut through the night sky."

"At that moment, she pierced not only the black bear's eyes, but also the hearts of all the men present. Ah, that flying dress and vigorous body, like the ancient legend of Aiqianmei Lada, bring us victory." Chanting exaggerated words, the improvisational bard became more and more excited. He closed his eyes and reveled in fantasy, and the audience below was also very enthusiastic.

"Oh, that's really beautiful."

"My goddess."

"Lovely Miss Messia."

In the lack of entertainment, boring and boring life, it is rare to encounter such a wonderful story. These mercenaries and adventurers are all immersed in the poet's singing.

Although I don’t have much skill and I often lose my tune in the middle, the atmosphere and emotion are here. That Miss Messia is indeed a strong color that breaks the gray life, and everyone sighs for its surprise.

So, a little exaggeration is not a sin.

The only one who was slightly dissatisfied with this was the swordsman lady sitting in the corner of the tavern. At this moment, she held up her hand, blocked the eyes of curiosity and admiration with the empty wooden wine glass, smiled helplessly, and nodded in response to the people who waved at her.

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