Witch Forest Friends Club

Witch Forest Friends Club Author: The World of Philosophy

Summary:

A witch of the soul type, a stalwart with a hammer.

Ever since he planted mushrooms in the Witch Academy for ten years and came out of the mountains after learning, Anjaye started the journey of making others suffer.

She is a despicable outlander, a sinister old ass, and a scheming witch.

Poisoning, beatings, traps, backstabbing...

Yet all this is justice.

Hmph, a group of ghosts and monsters are preventing me from saving the world, and you still want to escape?

If the tactics don't work, you can release the demon "daughter".

This is the happy life of a bereaved nurse and her tsundere daughter.

The witch made her debut, traveled around the world, punched the road, and there was a superb view in front of her.

An Jiaye vowed to flatten the world of souls, let fate go to hell!

(This book is also known as Gu Gao Witch's Soul System Salvation Strategy)

(Reincarnation, High Magic, Tangerine, Fat Tang, Pure Love)

Chapter 1 Witch Seed

A gray fog enveloped the dead stone town in the early morning.

If there is a huge box garden under the dome, then the vast mist will fill the inside of the box garden, swallowing tiny landscapes like towns in a dull and invisible undercurrent.

Beside the mills and farmhouses on the outskirts of the town, there are sporadic bonfires burning tenaciously. The fan blades of the huge windmill gradually stagnate in the mist, like an aging giant, occasionally groaning unbearably ill.

A long line of trains staying outside the mill had just finished trading with the merchants in the town, and under the constant flow of people like hundreds of ants, the supplies were coming to an end.

On the largest carriage in the middle of the convoy, in the compartment covered by a strong tarpaulin, there were faint and strange weeping, floating in the mist like a transparent communication between wandering souls.

An old man with a calm and calm demeanor like a wolf stood by the caravan with a sword in his hand, watching the servants with daggers hanging from their waists as they brought food and water into the caravan.

The thick black cloak he was wearing had a majestic silhouette propped up by all his muscles, and the big brim covering his hair could not stop his sharp eyes like a falcon, examining the pack of wolves under his command—but even a head galloping in the wilderness Even the wolf can't see clearly what kind of dangerous chaos lurks outside the mist, so that there is a hidden worry hidden under the cold and stern eyes.

The old man shook his cloak and left the caravan. The cloak that had absorbed the dust and dew was shaken, revealing a tough leather armor covered with scratches, and a layer of fine mail was added to the leather armor to firmly protect his muscular torso.

With a straight sword in his hand, the old man walked stridingly at both ends of the convoy. On the scabbard sewn from gray animal hide, there were mottled blood stains, telling the danger of his master.

As the leader of this armed caravan, the old man arranged for his subordinates to rest in groups after supervising the loading of all the goods.He sat back by the bonfire, took off his swordsman gloves, took the rye bread and broth from the cook, and just opened the wine bag, before he had a good taste of ale to warm his body, he was given an important report from his deputy. Takes away attention.

"Your Excellency Gambino, the search team found a 'seed' in a small fishing village not far from the town."

The old man put down the water bag and pressed his chest subconsciously.

"Are you sure?"

"You need to personally identify it." The deputy proposed cautiously. "We are only short of one to make up the full amount. If we accept it, we can rush back to the tree court before the next 'fog tide'."

The old man stroked his gray and messy goatee and thought for a moment.

"You stay and guard the convoy, I'll go and have a look."

……

Soon after, an old man named Gambino was sitting in an old wooden house.In the gray-white mist seeping in through the doors and windows, there was the soul-stirring sound of the ebb and flow of the tide.

This seaside wooden house built with stones has been eroded by the sea wind for a long time. Every piece of wood exudes a damp and musty smell. It seems that it will be crumbling in a storm. The fishy smell lingered in the nostrils, and it was a foul-smelling barn.

The whole family who originally lived here were all driven out of the wooden house by the caravan's guards, leaving only the male owner of the house to talk to the old man.

A large group of villagers surrounded the wooden house far away. Led by the head of the fishing village Zhe, the residents watching the excitement were curious about what was going on inside the house. Their simple and ignorant faces showed vigilance and cowardice towards outsiders. .

Gambino disliked being stared at with disrespect, and to him these pariahs were sometimes as annoying as barnacles that were hard to remove from the hull of a ship—but a well-trained mind still forced him to focus on On the important deal in front of you.

The owner of the house with a dull expression, a fisherman who has spent most of his life in the wind and waves, lowered his head and was at a loss, for fear of offending the master holding a sharp knife in front of him.

And the commodity caught between the two grown-ups was just a little girl who huddled behind her knees and buried her head in the wooden basin, which was piled with freshly marinated salted fish.

"Her father is of Oriental descent from a distant overseas country, so he has black hair and eyes."

The fisherman lightly kicked the little girl with his toe, motioning her to come closer.

The little girl held onto the big wooden basin and moved over tremblingly. She was wearing a tattered linen skirt full of patches, and her body was stained with salted fish. His black hair has an ominous color similar to deep-sea plants.

Gambino nodded. The Oriental fleet has been doing business in Mirage Peninsula for hundreds of years, but ever since the fog began to rise, it swallowed up the Treasure Sea and the entire Vinland Continent. The trade line was broken.The orientals who could not return to their homeland could only be exiled to various parts of the peninsula, and a few married wives and had children, and barely integrated into the local society.

"Keep your head up." Gambino tapped on the table and ordered calmly.

The girl faced him obediently, like a young bird that fell into the palm of a man, suppressing her panic.She looks no older than five or six years old. Although her face is dirty, her facial features are pretty decent. There seem to be two attractive black pearls hidden in her eyes, and there is an equally eye-catching tear mole under her right eye. , It's just that her kneeling movements are quite awkward, which makes it difficult for people to see the deformity of her right leg at a glance.

"What happened to her feet?"

The fisherman replied stiffly.

"My younger sister's family originally lived in the town and made a living by trading merchants, but during a city-state conflict, the caravan that my brother-in-law was in was looted by broken soldiers. The bandits almost killed everyone. When the town guards arrived, I only found my brother-in-law's broken carriage outside the mountain road, and she was the only one left in the carriage."

"At that time, she was only two years old. She was held in my sister's arms and survived the fall. Although she was limped, she survived."

The fisherman's tone became a little hurried.

"This girl works hard, is also very clever, and endures hardships. Please forgive the villain for being bold. If you are willing to take her away, master, please treat her better."

Gambino narrowed his eyes and looked at the lame girl from head to toe, not paying attention to the fisherman's offense—the pendant hanging around his neck, hidden in the leather lining and placed close to his chest, was because he sensed the "seed" that was close at hand. And the fever brought a phantom pain like burning skin.

"She will get what she deserves." Gambino waved his hand, "Old rules, pay."

A small bag of coins was thrown into the fisherman's arms by his men.

"Accept it, she has nothing to do with your family from now on." Gambino smiled, grinning like an old wolf staring at its prey, "You should know what I mean."

Trembling, the fisherman untied the small cloth bag and counted seven silver coins in total.

He had never saved so much money in his life, and there was one less mouth in the family, plus the obvious threat of the caravan swordsmen who surrounded his house, everything could not be questioned.

"Yes, sir."

The fisherman wiped his hands, tied up the small purse and carried it in his bosom, bowing his head deeply.

"You go out first, I want to talk to her."

The man who accepted the money bag didn't look at his niece again, and almost fled away. The old man's guard also turned around to follow, and closed the wooden door by the way.

In the fishing hut where only the old man and the little girl were left, the unsettling sound of the tide kept coming and going.

Gambino's gaze from above made the girl more uncomfortable than the knife hanging above her head.

But she seemed to accept the fact that she was sold, and timidly forced a smile to the old man.

Gambino nodded. She has a passable personality, poor physical development, but no traumatic bruises. Although the family had a difficult life, they did not deliberately torture her.

"Hey, smelly girl." The old man left the chair, squatted halfway in front of the girl, frowned to get used to the fishy smell, and touched the girl's hair, "What's your name?"

The girl's teeth were trembling, and the old man's squatting body was still as strong as a beast to her, and the palm of his hand clamped her small head tightly like an apple, which could not bring any intimacy.

"An...an, Kasyapa, my father's name."

"Very good, Anjaye, you have been favored by the goddess of fate."

The old man stretched out his hand to lift the hood, and with a slight sound of metal friction, his face covered by half of the black iron mask was exposed.

From the edge of the mask and under the sparse golden hair roots, frost-blue fine crystals spread out, like rough stone scales eroding the aging skin, adding a touch of inhuman perseverance and ferocity to the haggard face portrayed by the wind and frost.

The terrifying face approached, and the girl's eyes widened in fright for an instant, but she tightly covered her mouth, blocking the sound of shock back into her throat.

"In the sea of ​​sunken trees to the southwest, in the 'Tree Court' where all the peninsula people are in awe, the witches of the Star Observation Academy are recruiting apprentices. I will be responsible for bringing back 'seeds' like you."

The old man took out the pendant from his bosom with an attitude of cherishing it, and hung the dark crystal held in the golden beast claws in front of the girl's pupils, shaking slightly.

In the deep and cold crystal stone like another star field, there is a vortex of golden light overflowing.

And the girl's dark eyes also resonate with the golden light, just like the volcano buried at the bottom of the cold deep sea, ignited by the starlight immersed in the sky.

The old man saw that the little girl was fascinated by the light, put the pendant back into his arms and stood up again.

A small piece of bread and a water bag were thrown at the girl's feet. The smell of the food quickly brought the girl back to the reality of hunger and hunger.

"Remember, from now on, you are the property of the great witch Mrs. Stella."

The old man looked down at the little guy who grabbed the food with a little regret.

He has already sent too many "seeds" to the hands of the mysterious witches. This poor little lame man will fall into the fog of unknown future.

But only the girl who was lying on the floor and gobbling it up understood——

Inside this crippled and emaciated little body is a mature soul from a different world of scientific civilization trembling. She had already made up her mind to bear all the hardships of women in this life, until today, she finally grasped the only straw to save her life.

Chapter 2 The Witch's Classroom

Demonology is the deep and interesting science of workforce management. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

"Mr. Bode, the class materials you ordered have been delivered."

In the wide corridor of the school building, the dense branches spreading outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are looming in the milky white mist, blocking the already dim skylight—only the cold light of magic wall lamps illuminates a picture hanging on the high wall. This is a portrait of a witch, adding a touch of glamor to the makeup that has been left in the history of the oil painting.

A little gray-robed witch wearing black-rimmed glasses, leaning on a fragrant wood staff covered with inconspicuous fungi, stopped in front of a closed classroom door. The black wooden door was shaped like a giant head of a horned demon. .

"Student An Jiaye, come in."

The gothic devil's door opened strangely, and a gentle and delicate female voice came from the devil's mouth.

Leaning on his staff, Anjaye limped into the open magic door.

The off-white pointed hat on her head was too big, almost covering the upper half of the girl's face, making it impossible to see her eyes hidden under the wide lenses.The brooch pinned to the girl's plain gray robe was an exquisitely carved three-leaf bud badge, representing her status as a third-order witch apprentice.

The little witch gently shakes a gorgeous witchcraft copper bell with her left hand. With the fluctuation of the magic power resonating with the bell, she guides the servants who follow her—a group of alchemy puppets in traditional maid outfits, pushing the multi-layer push The car entered the classroom calmly.

Anjaye leaned on his staff to support his body, and bowed to the dark shadow on the central podium, even wearing a witch hat tilted slightly.

In the majestic large classroom, there are three stepped seats, which are more than enough to accommodate two hundred students.Ms. Bode, the demonology instructor who is second only to Mrs. Stella and the dean of students in the palace, is patrolling her territory——

The black floor-length robe that symbolizes the identity of the "Eclipse Witch" tightly wraps her curvaceous figure, and the eclipse rune array outlined by the magic golden line on the chest is eye-catching—and under the towering doctor's hat, The face is covered by a thin layer of black gauze, and the gauze is embroidered with silver mysterious astrology and magic patterns. Just looking at it seems to have the temptation to explore the taboo truth.

There are currently seven tutors with exclusive classrooms in the Palace of Astrology. The astrological magic pattern of each tutor is bestowed by Mrs. Stella herself, which symbolizes a certain constellation that shines on the Vinland continent for hundreds of millions of years——Anjia Ye also studied for a long time before he figured out the witchcraft meaning contained in those astrological magic lines.

With the advent of the foggy era, the astrology is bleak, and the study of astrology is becoming more and more popular. In Anjaye's view, it is indeed a social phenomenon of great research value.

The astrology bestowed by Ms. Bode is the most dazzling "Skyship" on the second cantilever of the North Wind Galaxy, which often guides travelers in the fog in winter, and Ms. Bode's character is also related to the astrology. The protagonist of the story "Captain Baron" is average-although she imparts the terrifying knowledge of demonology in the eyes of ordinary people, she is broad-minded and has a rigorous and slightly paranoid attitude towards everything, but she is also pioneering and tolerant.

"Very good, you and the demon servants help me set up the Soul Inducing Stove, and the class will start in an hour."

After Ms. Bode finished explaining, she returned to the instructor's office inside the classroom, leaving only Anjaye to direct the magic servant puppets to prepare for the lecture.

As the magic hourglass placed on the podium passed away, one after another students entered the classroom to sign in early. Many people's attention fell on An Jiaye, who was setting up the venue, and the ear-piercing noises came into her from time to time. in the ears.

"See, the cripple from the alchemy classroom is here again."

"I heard that she can't even summon little lemurs."

"The magic power is so low that it is disgusted by the devil. It is a talent who has been in the tree garden for 12 years and has not been able to graduate."

"A lame groundhog should just stay in his burrow and grow mushrooms."

"I heard that our teaching assistant Greer, the witch, was sent to the north. Ms. Bode called her because she lacked an assistant. How long will we have to endure it? I really don't want to see this gloomy mushroom girl, who smells too bad of potion. gone."

The momentum of discussion among the crowd is spreading.

An Jiaye glanced secretly, and the girls who chewed their tongues were all girls of lower grades than her. Judging from their arrogant appearance and temperament, they should all come from noble backgrounds—although their families cannot determine their status in the tree court, they Confidence is going smoothly on the path of the witch.

As for Anjaye, she has been a fringe figure in the academy for 12 years—although her black hair and black eyes are rare, it is not enough reason to be excluded. Apart from being the only cripple in the academy, she is in some witches. Her poor performance in the practical operation class also gave some self-respecting top students the confidence to be contemptuous. They felt that it was ridiculous for a lowly person like her to stay in the "Tree Garden" as an "official apprentice". The level of the "stargazing school" was low, and even other apprentice witches with bright futures were also stained.

You must know that worthless "student servants" will generally be "dropped out" soon.Why can Anjaye stay for 12 years and be officially promoted to "apprentice"?

These problems are only known to the servants who enrolled in the same year as An Jiaye. They have either graduated or been dropped out of school and disappeared. Naturally, no one will tell these juniors the details.

After confirming the work progress of the demon servant group, An Jiaye came down from the podium, with a mature mind and thick skin, and the mocking taunts of a few little girls couldn't arouse her bad feeling.

She just doesn't fit in, there's no need to engage in open confrontation with other people, solitude has its benefits.

After going to the tutor's office to invite Bode tutor, An Jiaye continued to stay in the back row of the classroom where no one was sitting.

Although An Jiaye belongs to the alchemy classroom, because there is no dedicated instructor for the alchemy department, and she only has two or three big cats and kittens, she spends more time in other classrooms.

Even if all the students are present, the large classroom still looks empty, with more than forty people sitting sparsely. After all, they have reached the second-level apprenticeship and above, and the "seeds" who are eligible to choose the exclusive classroom are precious, and the demon subject is the largest in the exclusive classroom on the second floor. the biggest.