A heartwarming daily life farming novel, occasionally also a passionate epic.
Spears spread across the wilderness like a thriving forest. Glorious knights march in formation, and countless bl...
Witch Apoli looked at the girl who suddenly appeared in the dark night and was filled with fear.
As a Sequence 6 Undead Transcendent, she was a rare and powerful Transcendent in this remote territory. Coupled with the various knowledge and methods within the witch school, even some Sequence 7 Transcendents were unwilling to provoke her. She had never heard of such a powerful figure appearing in this territory.
The girl has blue eyes and black hair, and the magic power on her body is as vague as smoke, making it difficult to understand. Even Apolly finds it difficult to determine what sequence of extraordinary person she is.
Recalling the teachings of my elders when I was young, generally speaking, when encountering such a situation, it is very likely that the other party's strength is far superior to one's own, which makes it difficult for one's perception to be effective.
For this reason, Apolly slowly put down her hand, then took a few steps back calmly. Seeing that Loran Hill did not catch up with her, she spoke.
"Excuse me, who are you? This is an internal conflict among our Northern witches. Why do you want to interfere?" As she spoke, a faint white mist appeared in the witch's eyes, and she wanted to continue to explore the other party's strengths and weaknesses.
Although this girl might be stronger than herself, considering her young age, she might just be using some special means to perform her skills. If she just escaped without knowing why, she would not be willing to do so.
Besides, as a well-known witch in several nearby counties, it would be too embarrassing for her to retreat like this. She should at least find out the other party's situation, otherwise her sisters would definitely laugh at her when she returned.
"Me?" When Loran Hill saw the other party asking about him, he thought for a moment and did not directly reveal his identity.
"I'm just passing through here. I won't stay in the North for long. So the name doesn't mean much. I'm from the East..."
As he spoke, Loran Hill lightly raised his finger, and the faint blue magic outlined the pattern of a phoenix in the night sky. The unique secret technique of the East brought a breeze of tranquility, which made people feel calm and peaceful. This was the soul-soothing technique of the Eastern witch.
"I see." Upon hearing this, Apolly breathed a sigh of relief. They were neither a hostile faction nor extraordinary people who came from other places to spy or do evil.
The empire is now divided into pieces. If powerful extraordinary people from other regions come here, it will be troublesome for these local witches. Of course, it is just troublesome.
The East Continent is extremely far away and has no direct conflict with the Empire. It is a port city, so it makes sense.
"Since you have rescued Miss Heron, I will not pursue the previous matter any further. I also ask that you advise Miss Heron to leave Jackdaw Harbor as soon as possible. This is not a place for them."
After she finished speaking, the black-feathered witch bowed gracefully, then took a few steps back and lightly jumped up. Her body floated in the air and disappeared into the night sky under the cover of black mist.
It seems he has gone far away.
Looking at the direction where the Black Feather Witch left, the girl thought to herself before turning around.
Miss Helen, or rather, Witch Helen, was already bandaging herself and stopping the bleeding on the ground. As a witch with extensive knowledge and skills, she was capable of doing this little thing.
"Are you okay?" Loran Hill bent down and asked, blinking his eyes and roughly checking her injuries.
The wounds on the surface have healed, but the internal organs still need a lot of care, as there are several fractures.
"I'm fine for now. Thank you for your help, sir." Holding her other arm with her right hand, the witch stood up shakily while holding onto the wall.
"Don't force yourself first, let me take a look at you." Loran Hill helped her to sit down again, then took out a few healing potions from his clothes, asked her to take one first, and then applied some of it on some wounds.
Looking at the black-haired girl beside him who was carefully treating the wound, Heren felt a rare sense of gratitude in his heart.
There are not many sisters left in her 'Oak Tree House' faction. Apart from a senior who introduced her to the sect, there is only one junior of the same age. The entire faction has only three people. The inheritance of the Oak Witch is almost cut off in their generation.
Although witches are allowed to operate in the North, due to historical reasons, most noble families have long-term cooperative witch factions. Witches like them who have no fixed residence or activity place are not in a good situation. Some may even degenerate and become members of underground black organizations.
"Thank you." Seeing that Loran Hill had finished treating the wound and was about to get up, Heren woke up from his memories and thanked him belatedly.
"Nothing, I just wanted to help out. Besides, I'm also curious about the situation of the witches here."
"Everyone who comes to the North for the first time will indeed be curious about us witches, sizzle..." Miss Heron smiled, then bent her eyebrows in pain and took a breath.
"I'm staying at the 'Atsugi Inn' on the back street. If you're interested, I can tell you about it. However, due to some special circumstances before, I may not be able to stay here for long."
Loran Hill expressed her understanding of this. She had also seen what had happened just now, and she couldn't always protect Miss Heron. It was probably a good thing to let her leave.
Afterwards, Loran Hill helped Heren to the hotel to settle down, and then continued on the road to the pier.
The port is not deserted at night. The tall lighthouse sweeps back and forth, and the ships below rise and fall in the waves, swaying slightly. The sound of the tide hitting the shore comes in the night wind, making the skin feel moist, and you can also smell the slightly fishy smell of the sea water.
"Hey, come on!"
"Hey yo~ Hey yo~"
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