She Is Not a Witch Chapter 285: The Oak Witch Without Weeping
Soothing and distant music came from the stairs below.
In the early morning, Lorraine Hill changed into a dark blue and bright yellow dress, lightly held the handrail of the wooden stairs, and walked down, a quiet and soothing music slowly entered his ears.
The speed of the plucking of the strings is not fast, but the sound does not break, but relies on the aftertaste like water in the mountains, flowing quietly and gently surrounding.
Walking out of the exit of the stairs, Lorraine Hill looked at the lobby on the first floor of the hotel. Seven or eight tables are now sitting in twos and threes with several elves and humans. The lyre, and the faint singing, so soft, as if it came from a distant and nostalgic world, people can't help but be intoxicated.
The hall that was supposed to be noisy is now very quiet. Everyone is eating quietly and enjoying the rare music in the morning.
He gestured at the counter and asked for a piece of bread and hot milk, and Lorraine Hill himself came to an unoccupied table with a plate.
First she put the puppet with her arm on the chair beside her, then picked up the bread and started to eat it slowly.
The dark brown bread is sprinkled with sparse and small amounts of sugar granules, and it feels a little hot to the touch. After tearing it apart, a hot white air can't wait to overflow from it, and it smells like a wheat fragrance. .
I have to say that the hotel arranged by the envoys this time is really good. Even though Lorraine Hill has traveled to so many places in the mainland, in comparison, there are few comparable hotels.
Although the materials used are not luxurious or rare, they are carefully made and clean. It is a simple and high-quality hotel.
Put the bread in your mouth, wrap it with your tongue, and chew it slowly. The starch gradually turns into a faint sweetness, and the sleepy brain in the morning slowly wakes up.
Shortly after, the music gradually stopped, and there was a slight applause in the hall, because it was still relatively early, and everyone was afraid of waking up others, so they didn't clap hard.
Then, the elven bard bowed to thank him before joining everyone for breakfast. The previous performances may be part of his daily practice and habits.
Gradually, the hall became noisy and lively again. At this time, our Lorraine Hill also finished her breakfast.
Embracing Yi Xue, the exquisite doll with silver hair and black dress, like a young lady who has not experienced much in the world, Lorraine Hill went out like this.
Luna just arrived last night, she was very tired on the way, and she probably won't wake up until afternoon. In the morning, she will go to the 'Atsugi Hotel' to find Miss Heron, the witch she rescued last night.
Passing through the slightly windy streets and stepping on the stone slabs with stagnant water, the girl came to this hotel lightly.
Compared to the place where Lorraine Hill lives, it is obviously much noisier here. You can often see mercenaries in bust armor carrying broad swords coming in and out. Most of them are wearing rough coats, and some frayed threads can be seen.
Some of these people whistled when they saw Lorraine Hill, trying to tease this beautiful and weak girl.
The girl shook her head slightly, ignored these people, and went directly to the hotel counter, asking about Miss Heron's room.
"If you are looking for Witch Heron, she should have breakfast on the second floor, come with me." Saying this, the boss wiped his hands with a towel, briefly explained to the clerk beside him, and walked out of the bar .
Although there are mixed people in this hotel, the order is still good, maybe because the boss is a retired strong soldier, even in winter, he still bares his arms, and there are various old scars on his iron muscles , there were knife wounds, and some kind of remnants of sharp claws torn, and there was an extremely obvious mark from the cheek to the neck, which made people sigh with his amazing vitality, that he could survive such an injury.
Facing the noisy hall, the boss used a pair of thick and strong arms to open the way in front of him. The palms were bigger than Lorraine Hill's two hands combined. mercenary, and then came to the stairs.
After entering the stairs, the voice suddenly became quieter, but a smell of old millet accumulation also came from the tip of the nose, which was slightly dark and damp.
Following behind the boss, the girl felt that every time the boss stepped on, the wooden planks of the stairs would tremble, making her worry whether the fragile stairs could continue to support.
Fortunately, the second floor is not far away.
"Here we are." The boss moved away from the back, and Lorraine Hill saw the situation in the lobby on the second floor. There were also many guests having breakfast here, but they were obviously dressed more elegantly than those downstairs. She even saw a The little aristocrat with gold-rimmed glasses flipped through the magazines recently printed in the upper class.
In this era of high printing costs, buying magazines can be said to be a luxury consumption.
Witch Heron is sitting at the table in the corner at this moment. She is wearing a black robe, and she looks like one of those ancient shady wizards. She is eating breakfast carelessly at this moment, and her attention has long been distracted by the newspaper in front of her. Attractive, the milk next to it is now cold.
Lorraine Hill thanked the boss, then walked over holding the puppet Yixue.
The Year of the Double Rose, October 9th
"The army of griffins is united under the queen's banner and is gathering for New Rose Castle"
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"Mysterious news in the Emerald Forest, the elves want a civil war? "
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"The envoy of the sanctuary visited the eastern border of the empire, will this bring about changes"
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"New-style fresh-keeping cabinets are becoming popular among the nobles, if you want to eat the most delicious food"
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"The tragedy of Titania, the city of rime that still cries"
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"Fifteen counties and provinces in the northern territory began to migrate residents..."
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"Popular changes, from red and emerald roses to red and white roses"
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"The Championship Knight Conference is expected to be held in the spring of next year, and the winner will be honored by Her Majesty Queen Evelyn"
Although it is a newspaper, it is not available every day. Newspapers in this era are only available in some cities, three issues per month, and the content is limited, but they are still very popular with nobles and rich people. After all, it is really important to have the latest information. is very important.
It is said that this was handled by a wizard organization, and it has made a lot of profits for the organization.
When Lorraine Hill gently sat in front of Miss Heron, this person woke up from the news in the newspaper.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting, sir." She said, putting away the newspaper in a little embarrassment, and quickly finished the rest of the food.
Afterwards, he adjusted his clothes a little, and after hesitating for a second or two, he took off the black hood, revealing the dark chestnut hair underneath.
The dark chestnut-colored hair looks softer, with a little spiral at the end, revealing a bit of girlish cuteness, which made Lorraine Hill realize that the witch in front of her was actually only in her 20s. not big.
Shaking his head to express his indifference, Lorraine Hill spoke.
"I didn't expect it to be chestnut hair. It's beautiful. The light was not good last night, so I thought it was black." Lorraine Hill didn't get down to business at the beginning, and eased the atmosphere a little.
Hearing the girl's praise, Heron was a little bit excited, but he restrained himself from showing it. However, he still proudly introduced his background in the following words.
"My father has short chestnut-brown hair. He is from the western region. He worked as a mercenary and a small businessman in his early years before settling in the northern region."
"My mother's hair is indeed black. My grandfather's family runs a pharmacy, and my mother helped in it when I was young. Once my father was injured, he came to the pharmacy to buy herbs and medicines, and then he met my mother."
"Because my grandfather didn't want my daughter to go far away, my father settled down in that small town and they got married."
"Then how did you become a witch? I heard that the inheritance of witches is not public today." Lorraine Hill held the doll and looked at Miss Heron curiously.
"Me, I have to start with an accident in my childhood..." Helen stroked his hair slowly with his hands, lost in memory.
"About 10 years old, because of playfulness, I got lost in the forest. At that time, I came to an uninhabited cemetery."
"A very special cemetery, there are no roads around it, only tall oak trees, and it is very quiet, you can't even hear the birds..."
Even though many years have passed, Miss Heron still clearly remembers the scene that day.
Under the dark shade of the trees, incomplete steles stood quietly, many of which were already covered with moss, and even the words on them were somewhat unclear.
The tombstone is in the form of a ring, surrounding a dead oak tree in the center. The oak tree seems to have been broken by lightning, most of it was scorched black, only a small part of the branches still had green leaves.
Unable to get out of the forest, Helen, who was tired and hungry, was very scared at the time, squatting in the corner of the dilapidated cemetery, crying softly.
The sky is getting darker and darker, the surroundings are getting darker and darker, and her heart is getting more and more frightened.
I don't know how long she was crying, her voice was a little hoarse, and she buried her head in her knees.
Until the sound of slight footsteps came from the quiet darkness.
At that moment, she was terrified, thinking that some undead woke up at night, and heard from the old people that these undead would devour the flesh and blood of living people, and then make them like herself.
Heron wanted to run at the time, but it was a pity that everything was incomparably pitch black, with no stars and no moon. Even a place one meter in front of him was completely invisible, as if his eyes had never existed or opened.
She fell to the ground, a small **** was made in the palm of her hand by the stone, and she felt a burning pain, the dirt stained her fingers, and her head also hit an unknown stone tablet, the sky was dark.
Finally, like a match being struck, an orange lantern was lit at night, and two figures in black robes stood quietly in front of her.
"It's amazing, how did she come in, she has no strength at all." One of them spoke, and the female voice in the voice was clear and beautiful.
"Maybe it's just a coincidence of fate. Due to the influence of the shade circle, it only opens once every three years. This child is really lucky, or maybe it's unlucky." With a little kindness.
"Do you want to accept her? Now that our inheritance is about to be cut off, this may be the last revelation from His Highness."
"The legacy of the witch, the inheritance of the witch, maybe it should be withdrawn... I didn't have any hope, but this child..."
The aged voice sighed with emotion, then slowly bent down and hugged Heron up.
When those hands touched him, Helen felt as if he was being held up by old tree roots, and the skin on his wrists was very rough.
A faint halo emerged, and the pain on her body gradually disappeared, and she soon entered a peaceful dreamland.
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"Since then, I have followed Grandma Ai Funa to learn all kinds of knowledge necessary for witches, from identifying herbs to casting spells, from making potions to familiarizing with history, etc."
"Every afternoon, I would go to look for her under the oak tree house in the forest. Occasionally, Grandma Ai Funa would prepare some snacks for me. That was the happiest time when I was a child."
"The 'Warm Oak' school of witches is the follower and inheritance of the Oak Witch, but the Oak Witch passed away hundreds of years ago, so our school is slowly dying." Miss Heron finally introduced herself The school of thought.
"Actually, a long, long time ago, I mean the chaotic era at the beginning of the Third Epoch after the Mercury Dynasty fell apart."
"At that time, there were several countries in the northern border, large and small. Because they had just left the Mercury Dynasty, some systems and traditions were still preserved, and many nobles still had witches serving them."
"The undead sequence was banned, and other sequences were vigorously developed again, and 'Oak Witch' Rowling Rila is an existence who is good at natural sequences."
"After the disintegration of the dynasty, the original policy on immigration and resettlement in the northern border no longer existed, and a large number of support materials were no longer available. The winter became more and more difficult, and many people died at night because of hunger and cold. , or was attacked by wild beasts such as demon wolves wandering in the mountains, disappeared and died."
"Countries big and small are busy with wars and turn a blind eye to the situation below."
"At this time, Her Royal Highness Rowling Rilla appeared. As a witch born in the new era, she has experienced many sorrows, so she wants to change the situation in the northern border."
"The witch named after the oak, wherever she goes, the oak stands tall and grows like a giant, blocking the wind and snow, and then let people build tree houses in the oak as a home, with the help of the thick tree wall. Stay warm in the snow."
"In this way, many people survived because of her grace, and the reputation of the Oak Witch gradually spread in the northern border."
"In midsummer, people pick up oak seed reserves, and in winter, people sit in warm tree houses and cook acorns to survive hunger."
"There are more and more people following Her Royal Highness Rowling Rilla, and the 'Warm Oak' witch school was also established at this time."
"This violet-haired witch often wears dark green and brown clothes, walks among the forests, and there will always be celebrations wherever she goes."
"People gathered in the village surrounded by oak trees, lit bonfires, and danced to their heart's content. At that time, there were few big cities in the northern border, and most of them were such villages, or small towns with tree houses."
"Then, how did the Oak Witch die? If she was a witch, it wouldn't be a problem even if she lived for thousands of years." Lorraine Hill continued to ask curiously.
"Because of the war, or because of too simple ideals, Her Royal Highness Rowling Rila, the "Witch of the Oak without Weeping", died at the age of 27."
"Even if 'Warm Oak' expanded to become the largest witch faction in the North~IndoMTL.com~, it still can't change this regrettable fact."
"If Her Royal Highness Rowling Rilla is given a little more time to grow up, the northern border will definitely not be what it is now."
"It will be a forest country standing proudly in the cold wind, an ideal place to isolate the frost, and a warm eternal cradle."
"However, since His Royal Highness Lorraine Rilla is gone, everything will slowly dissipate." Speaking of this, Heron's voice was full of melancholy and sadness.
The death of a person and the death of a witch also represent the disappearance of a certain possibility.
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