After a night of conversation, Titus's curiosity was satisfied, but unfortunately, Loran Hill was still a little uncomfortable with her outgoing personality.

In contrast, the girl was slower to warm up, so it was difficult for her to suddenly become close to someone. In her past, she also preferred to be alone at home, whether reading, sleeping, or playing games, rather than hanging out with a group.

Tidis invited Loranhill to attend his witch gathering. Loranhill thought about it for a long time and politely declined Tidis's kindness. This might gain her a lot of support and help, but it would also strongly label her as a witch.

Trinasha's records in her later years hardly talked about the situations of other witches. Instead, they recorded the history of hardships and victories encountered during the establishment and expansion of the Mercury Dynasty. This is also what Loran Hill admired very much.

Trinasa has really thought a lot about these issues and has also elaborated in detail on the reasons and processes for the formation of many laws.

Loran Hill had a vague feeling that Trinasha didn't really like being a witch, but she didn't say it directly. So, out of caution, Loran Hill didn't want to get involved with an organization so powerful she couldn't resist without knowing anything about it.

She would rather be herself, a girl named Loran Hill, rather than a strange and powerful being like a witch.

"Well, since you don't want to now, I won't force you too much."

Tidaisi was a little disappointed. She had thought she could easily kidnap this beautiful and lovely junior, but she didn't expect her to be so independent.

But Trinasha was the person Titus once respected the most, and Titus still wanted to try her best to give some protection and help to her student Loran Hill.

"Also, have you been feeling sleepy lately?"

"Well... sometimes I still want to sleep after a whole day." Luo Lanxier thought about it and said that it was true.

"This is normal. After you awaken, it takes time to adjust. You'll often fall into a deep sleep, and it won't just last for a day or two. You might even sleep for a year."

"No way, won't you starve to death if you sleep for a year?"

"No, it's just a state of suspended animation, but it's not completely unconscious. You can wake up at any time, but you'll still be sleepy after waking up. You need to sleep for a sufficient amount of time before you can slowly return to normal."

"After I woke up, I slept intermittently at Trinasha's house for eight months before I slowly returned to normal."

"Oh, alright. Looks like I'll have to prepare for the long term. What's your longest sleep record?"

"This, from what I know, should be the Book Witch Siye. She slept for two years before slowly returning to normal."

“So long…”

"So for now, it's best for you not to go out and just rest here. If it weren't for me, other witches might not have discovered this maple forest, so it's quite safe."

"Uh-huh."

Luo Lanxier had no choice but to follow the advice of his senior.

Then Titus took out a black candle.

"This is for you. It will make your life much more convenient."

[Shadow Candle] (Perfect Coral): When lit, the flame transforms into whatever the user imagines. This transformation lasts for three days. The highest quality is Gold. (The transformed item must be something the user understands.)

"Although it can only create a reality that lasts for three days, it is still very useful."

"I'd rather not take it. Thank you, Sister Tidaisi." Loran Hill lifted her skirt and bowed slightly, politely refusing the gift.

Nothing in life is free. If you accept something valuable from someone today, you are accepting their favor. In the future, it will be difficult to refuse when someone asks you to do something or makes a request.

Maybe some people think this is just a small matter and there is no need to take it so seriously, but this is how people are, they degenerate step by step.

Seeing how serious Loran Hill was, Tidaisi felt a little headache, but also a little admiration. Should she say, she is worthy of being Sister Trinasha's student, her character is so similar.

"Well, let's put it this way. I really like the fabric you weave. You can use that to exchange for these two items."

"But the value difference is too big." Loran Hill shook his head cutely, his clear eyes did not waver.

"Can you give me some more? I can exchange it with other witches for something else. Actually, you don't understand the situation. High-quality fabrics are actually very rare. Witches are also women, and they still like beautiful clothes."

"Okay then, how much would that be?"

"Just give me five."

“Okay, I understand.”

Titus was very happy to see that the girl agreed.

"Then I'll come see you again later, little Luolan~"

After the two finished their conversation, Titus stopped disturbing the girl's life and summoned the unicorn carriage.

In the night, two black unicorns walked on blue flames to the open space outside the cottage. The girl in the black dress got on the gorgeous carriage and turned around to say goodbye to Loran Hill.

"Well, see you next time, cute little Lorraine~"

Titus arbitrarily gave Loranhill an abbreviation, and then the unicorn pulled the carriage towards the sky, and finally slowly disappeared in the moonlight-filled sky.

Loran Hill waved goodbye to her and stood for a while, feeling the cool night breeze before slowly returning to the warm little house.

Placing the small lantern made of amber fruit on the desk, the girl took out a slightly thick diary that she had recently bought through the rabbits.

The white feather pen was dipped in black ink and began to write on the light yellow pages.

In the quiet room, only the occasional sound of a pen scratching across paper could be heard. The orange-yellow light shone on the girl's face. Her pure blue and transparent pupils reflected the warm light, and her soft eyebrows cast a faint shadow under the light.

Girls don't write diaries every day, but only when something happens or when they have some ideas.

She has always felt that writing is a happy thing. When complicated thoughts are transformed into actual handwriting, the superficial and impetuous parts will be filtered out.

Writing is also a form of thinking and summarizing. You can clearly see the process of forming a certain opinion or conclusion, which can avoid some biases and overly subjective ideas.

Sometimes when some feelings flashed through her mind, she would happily record them.

On a quiet night, with dim candlelight, I slowly write my favorite words.

No matter how many times this happened, she never got tired of it.