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Chapter 284 Farewell
Mona looked at Solamus who had returned to the forest residence, she hurried out and greeted him.

Human emotions will not disappear out of thin air, there must always be something to sustenance.

Ever since she was greatly disappointed in her mother, Mona had silently pinned her emotions on Soramus, and she hadn't even been aware of this.

Facing the approaching Mona, Soramus smiled.

Mona was a little stunned, she rarely saw this witch smiling.

"Master... where have you been?"

Mona asked in a low voice.

Before she knew it, she was already in her 20s. For ordinary human beings, being in her 20s means that a half of her life has passed. However, Mona, who has become a witch, can extend her lifespan Extended to four or five hundred years old.

Soramus gently stroked Mona's head as before.

"Mona, I'm leaving."

Mona looked at Soramus in astonishment.

She couldn't believe what the witch said.

If a person who has been with you for more than ten years suddenly tells you that she is leaving, no one will feel able to react.

"What, what does this mean?"

Mona was a little incoherent for a while.

The giant python Sam swam over from not far away. As an animal's premonition, it sensed something, and it let out an uneasy hiss.

Solamus said again:
"I'm leaving, leaving here, and going to the next place."

"I came back to say goodbye to you."

Mona was at a loss, and the python Sam beside her also began to shake her tail anxiously.

I originally thought that I would live in this forest dwelling with the witch in front of me, meet unexpected guests one by one, and use potions to confuse the world... until four or five hundred years later, the witch died of old age first, and then I died of old age .

However, the witch told herself that she was leaving.

"Where are you going?"

After a while, Mona asked tremblingly,

"Are you leaving me alone? Like my name."

Soramus stroked Mona's head and whispered:

"Mona, a witch is always alone, a witch is always alone."

Mona couldn't help it, two lines of tears flowed down her face.

A belated grief wells up, she has lost her mother's love, and now she is about to lose Soramus.

"Mona, do you have anything to say?"

Soramus hugged Mona tenderly.

On the eve of parting, she no longer had to pretend to be indifferent.

Mona was crying, except for the day when the bet failed, the girl had never been so sad.

"I do not know I do not know!"

Mona cried.

But Soramus saw that there was something in her heart that she wanted to tell herself, but she couldn't say it right now.

Sam next to him arched Solamus, and it also expected its master to stay.

After a long time, perhaps knowing that Soramus had made up his mind to go, Mona gradually put away her tears, and asked with a choked voice:

"What's your name, you never told me what your name is."

Soramus looked at the soft girl, his eyes were full of pity,

"I can't tell you my real name yet.

Because that name is like thunder, you cannot listen.

However, you can call me 'Sola'. "

After hearing this, Mona muttered:

"Sora? I'll remember..."

Solamus nodded, and she let Mona go, but the girl in her arms hugged her even tighter.

"I will stay here in the future and be a hidden witch."

Mona whispered to Soramus,

"I will clean this place every week, take good care of our Sam, and I will refine more potions to fill up our potion room."

"Oh, you're so nice."

"So... can you tell me..."

Mona took a deep breath, boldly asked:
"Sola, will you come back? If so, when will you be back?"

Solamus had already expected Mona to ask this question, she smiled and said softly:
"Yes, I can see that future.

Moreover, it will not be long at that time, less than 300 years at most.

At that time, I will fly in the sky, blowing the horn, and behind me, there will be many people like me. "

Listening to Soramus' description, Mona's eyes could not help revealing a trace of longing and longing.

"A lot of people like you... an army of witches?"

After hearing this, Soramus couldn't help it for a while, and she laughed a little hard.

Mona was very puzzled, did she say something wrong?
Solamus didn't explain much, looking at the girl with those magnificent eyes, it seemed that he had read all of Mona's future.

She approached Mona's ear and whispered:

"Mona, in the 100 years since I left, Sam has grown up almost enough, you have to find a volcano for him, let him entrenched there, so that he can sleep peacefully.

There may be some strange-looking people visiting this hut in the woods. You don’t have to be nervous. No matter what they say, you don’t have to be afraid. How I dealt with uninvited guests in the past, you should also deal with them.

You have to persist in refining potions, otherwise you will die with your hands. If someone wants to get potions from you, then you have to act according to your heart, remember, you are a witch..."

Solamus babbled and explained a lot to Mona. After years of companionship, she regarded Mona as her sister or daughter, and Mona listened carefully without letting out a single word.

After a while, Soramus finished explaining everything, and it was time to leave.

Mona looked at the angel pretending to be a witch, and she was full of reluctance.

Solamus lowered his head, kissed her forehead lightly, then closed her eyes tenderly, and when Mona opened them again, the witch disappeared.

Mona hugged the wooden stick left by Soramus, she slowly put on the dark robe, and Sam beside her screamed and followed behind her.

The Witch of the Woods.

Soon, there will be another legend about witches and potions in the world.

In a certain eerie jungle, there lived a beautiful and mysterious witch.

Her eyes are indifferent, her heart is cold, and she is accompanied by a boa constrictor. Inside the boiling iron pot is an incomparably miraculous potion.

If you want to get the potion, you have to pay the corresponding price.

Travelers are eager to set foot here in every possible way, just to get the potion they dream of, but they don't realize until the end that they can't afford the price of potion.

Because of this, in people's rumors, the image of the witch in the forest is always evil and treacherous.

Countless girls are sent into the jungle by their parents who are hungry for potions. No one knows what is waiting for these children.

All in all, many years later,
A secret organization called the Coven of Witches was born in this world.

(End of this chapter)