Witch Forest Friends Club

Seeing that the girl and her party did not respond, he still said to himself.

"Fan Na needs to learn a lesson, and what she learns from her opponent is enough for her life."

"Your Excellency Machius." Anjaye asked tentatively, "If you hate witches, then you should also oppose Miss Marshall's journey to the pilgrimage."

Knight Earnshaw did not evade her question.

"Yes, I'm here to bring her back to Cold Lake. The future border uncle should not be bound by the identity of a witch."

"But she doesn't seem to be willing." Anjaye gently reminded the knight, "You still have to go through Gambino."

"I'm not afraid of that jackal." Earnshaw remained motionless against the sudden increase of wind in the field, "Even though I know it's better to be friends with him than to be enemies, in order for Vanna not to be threatened and used, I must Take her away."

The knight's tired eyes looked more like rusted weapons deposited in the mud at the bottom of the lake than his sharp sword.

"Aristocrats have the fate of nobles, and witches have the fate of witches. The difference in origin and way of life will make people make different choices when facing their fate."

"It's like the witches in your school are obsessed with astrology, but the pilgrimage should not be Fanna's star track, but the destination of Lenghu, it should be her normal life track."

Knight Earnshaw said decisively.

"If I let Fan Na go on, she will be torn apart by the choice of two selves."

"I don't think so."

Anjaye looked at Elsa who suddenly interrupted in surprise. The white-haired girl's right eye was mysteriously turning the Rubik's cube, revealing a flash of color different from black and white.

"Witches can find opportunities to fight against fate in the chaotic branches of choice."

Anjaye did not expect that Elsa would speak for Fanna so seriously.

"I watched her grow up, and I know her better than you." Knight Earnshaw retorted of course, "She is the pearl of the cold lake, and she can only shine in the waves of the cold lake."

Elsa spoke loudly.

"If you are a guardian knight, you should point your sword at fate for her."

"Master?" Knight Earnshaw's words gradually became stern, "I am not qualified to protect her."

He seemed to have lost all his interest in chatting. He stepped on the wall with great force, jumped off the tower again, and flew across the ditch that was as wide as two horses.

"What an impolite person." Bounty said dissatisfiedly, "I, a little knight in the country, know how to respect ladies better than him."

When the little Shanmao was boasting, he didn't even notice the resentful eyes of Adeli next to him.

"Both the idiot and the smoke like to stand on high places." An Jiaye also casually commented on this man.

Watching the figure of the knight gradually submerged in the wheat waves, Anjaye felt that the halo on Fanna's body was more and more mixed with indescribable colors.

The past of this group of people brought out by Lenghu is like a secret hidden in a shipwreck at the bottom of the lake. If they are salvaged rashly, there will be too many twists and turns.

She rather hoped that the Earnshaw knight could bring Fanna back to her hometown in Cold Lake, so that the chief laurel crown would fall on Elsa's head without a fight.

The girls continued to stare blankly on the city wall for a while.

"Jiana, will you harvest crops?" An Jiaye asked coldly.

"I did some farm work when I was a child." Jana looked at Anjaye who was slowly getting up in surprise.

The black-haired girl raised the heart bud stick and pointed to the side of the ditch—a colorful mushroom slide grew from the low wall, crossed the ditch and plunged directly into the soil on the field.

Anjaye slid down the smooth and elastic mushroom ladder, and Elsa even slid down behind her buttocks after getting on the slide, almost pushing her down and eating mud.

Using the Heartbud stick to teach Elsa, who took the opportunity to grab her back and wipe her oil, Anjaye got up and headed towards the edge of the wheat field, calling out to his companions.

"We can do what we can, let's help in the way of a witch."

Chapter 36 Lost?way home?Tour is still on the way

The harvest moon is a good time to lie on the straw and look up at the stars. If you are lucky, you will find mushrooms in the straw. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

The girl's slender and callused five fingers caressed the waves on the wheat waves leisurely along the way.

The ears of wheat with full tentacles hang down and dance in the soothing songs accompanied by bagpipes.

The witches walked through the wide field ridges all the way. Where the staff pointed, the magic essence flowed like a fountain, and cute clay puppets with the height of adult men climbed up from the soil and transformed into shapes, with strong short legs. Join the busy team.

The busy male and female townspeople nearby raised their sore waists from time to time, and gradually showed surprise and smiles on the numb faces of the little witches performing strange witchcraft.

Anjaye approached the nearby town officials who were supervising farming, explained his purpose by virtue of his identity as Witch Stella, and borrowed a lot of farm tools.

In the past 12 years of her school career, she has been involved in the management of the potion nursery, and even dabbled in the agricultural work in charge of the logistics department of the school. Called by Anjaye to be a coolie, she launched the "Earth Resonance" together with Jana, and summoned an earth demon spirit that only got a mud and stone body, and organized it into an easy-to-use harvesting army.

The shape of the clay puppets is both imaginative and practical, and they don’t even need to be equipped with farming tools. Their limbs shaped by mudstones can automatically transform into tools such as sickles or hoes, and it is very easy to carry containers full of crops together.

When Anjaye and Jiana were busy directing the puppets to harvest wheat.

Bundy is also trying to teach Elsa and Adele how to use farm tools to cut off ears of wheat.

This mischievous lynx is also proficient in farm work. According to her, as the second daughter of an insignificant country lord's family, Bundy has been helping on her own farm since she was a child. Knight" Lawton family motto.

Compared to wielding the scythe with a flame to slay demons, Elsa's clumsy gesture of cutting wheat with the scythe made Anjaye a little bit amused.

Even though the girl seems to be serious and hardworking, she still cannot avoid the waste of physical strength in cutting east and west, messing up the dense and neat straw, and staining her soft white hair and clothes and pants. Finely crushed wheat grains, fluff.Even the shadow servant who splits into two hands holding a sickle and replicates Bunty's movements is better than Elsa. At first glance, she is a young lady who doesn't distinguish between grains and grains.

Seeing Anjaye's subtle teasing expression, Elsaton put on a righteous look to cover up the blushing on his face.

"I can eat bread, but do I still need to know how wheat is grown? Xiao An, don't laugh at me."

The sound of bagpipes came from far and near. Jana, who was sitting on a sheep-shaped clay puppet, circled the wheat field and led Lance back to the original point.

Jana stopped playing the bagpipes, wiped the sweat from her forehead, her expression was filled with a sense of accomplishment.

"Sister An is really different." The bagpipe girl looked at the mantra bell shaking in An Jiaye's hand. The power of the earth veins drawn by the rhythm of the distant bell sound maintained the energy supply of all the puppets, encouraging them to conquer efficiently This wheat field.

The soil puppet combine harvesting team they command almost surpassed the work efficiency of all the townspeople.

"The witches in the general academy don't want to get involved in the common people's chores. Among the spellcasters, I heard that only the druids of the Allen Field School in the north often do farm work."

"I'm used to being under Ludir's mentor." An Jiaye said frankly, "What if I'm treated as a mud leg? Witches' witchcraft is regardless of high or low, and it should be used in an appropriate place."

"If you are willing to join the 'Bagpiper', you will be very popular." Jana's eyes glowed with a hint of admiration.

The black-haired girl was noncommittal. She looked at the vast plain in front of her. The field that had originally set off thousands of golden waves of wheat, gradually revealed the mottled color of the original fertile soil and star stone dendrites as the harvest progressed.The farmer and the puppet who hide the magic suling seem to hold a friendly fellowship in the wheat field.

The traces left by people's farming and harvesting on the land are also ancient memories that the land spirit circulates over and over again in dreams.

Will it always be a good dream?Anjaye is hard to be sure.

"Although we can't go back to the old days, at least let's help them through the Harvest Festival."

When the witches were performing witchcraft skills and enthusiastically helping with farm work, there were also bystanders watching from the city wall separated from the fields.

An Jiaye felt something in his heart, and looked sideways, but saw Fan Na's silhouette pushing the wheelchair away quietly.

Thanks to the participation of the little witches, the harvesting work was a great success, and the warehouses in Duer Town were as abundant as ever. At least this winter, the townspeople no longer had to worry about starvation.

That night, together with Ronan's "wave group", the heroes who helped with farm work were invited by the townspeople.After the simple prayer ceremony hosted by the elders of the festival, the much-anticipated bonfire banquet of the harvest month began.

Many earth demon spirits were hiding in every corner of the banquet venue, secretly enjoying drinks and food as tributes to them from the townspeople.So much so that Anjaye sometimes found the lovely earth spirit who was drunk and snoring in the straw pile, under the table or in the empty wine barrel.

With good wine, music and good food, the teenage girls literally brought smiles back to a suffering land.

It is worth mentioning that some townspeople found a large pile of "elf saddles" that had been washed into the water bucket and on the bank when they were cleaning the waterwheels at the bend of the waterwheel river during the day.

Anjaye specifically told the townspeople that they could try composting wheat straw in the future to cultivate a large number of these mushrooms, which can be used as raw materials for potions. It is estimated that the Academy and other caravans will come to purchase them regularly.

Afterwards, the girl responded to Jana's request and performed the witchcraft of transforming mushrooms to the children gathered nearby.

Seeing that the children were attracted by all kinds of colorful and cute mushrooms, Anjaye was so enthusiastic about Amway that he opened a mushroom shop in the town the next day, allowing the townspeople to taste the edible mushrooms she grandly recommended for free .

See the lively scene of queuing up to receive mushroom soup and mushrooms.

The girl felt that Mushrooms could be used to entertain guests in the town of Durr in the future.

……

After three days of preparations, the pilgrims' army finally set out again.

When the pilgrims left the town of Dour, Lettice, accompanied by her father, solemnly came outside the town to bid farewell.

The red-haired girl was supported by her father, barely stood up from the wheelchair, and the father and daughter bowed deeply to the departing parade team together.

Lettice deliberately changed into the official apprentice robes used by the school, but she already understood the fate of the witch, and she stayed away from her. Even if she insisted on maintaining her dignity, she could see that her heart was ashamed.

The chariot and horse brigade commanded by the old wolf turned into a meandering gray line, heading south along the muddy path trampled by horseshoes on the bank of the water wheel, and stepped into the mighty undulating grass waves of the South Wind Field.

And under the starstone crystal cluster by the river, there are three more tombstones with names engraved on them.

Pilgrimage oaths and prayer runes are also engraved on the tombstones in the ancient Farana language to commemorate their sacrificed past and lost tomorrow.

Among the little witches who passed by the tomb, some saluted and bid farewell, some couldn't bear to see them, and some wept uncontrollably. I don't know whether they were heartbroken for their companions or for their unknown future.

When Anjaye passed the tomb, he and Elsa slipped off Bill's head, took off the witch's hat and went to the tomb to mourn in silence. They also waved their staff and offered a few flourishing pure white mushrooms as comfort flowers.

"Actually, the girls all performed very well, but it's a pity..." The sad sound of the lute sounded nearby, and the great poet Ronan was riding on his well-proportioned and healthy piebald mare, playing the song of an unknown country. The origin of the country tune.

"Your Excellency Ronan, are you used to all this?" An Jiaye looked up at the passing man on the horse, and then sat back on Bill's mushroom cover and slowly followed him.

The man firmly shook his head, his resolute face seemed to be reminiscing the aftertaste of the lingering wind.

"I have measured the land of the peninsula with my feet, and I am used to seeing bloody and ugly things, but I never think this is normal. The fog distorts the nature of the people."

"You are a bit different from Gambino." Anjaye finally had the opportunity to bring up a topic she was interested in, "Won't you abandon the heart of a gray wolf with a heart of stone?"

"I have sung many legends of heroes, and I understand that as long as the candle of courage is not extinguished, people will not lose their hearts—and in the age of fog, those who dare to stand up to their destiny are heroes."

After the bard played a mourning song, he patted his horse and galloped away, leaving a sentence echoing in the wind: "How do you know that Lord Gambino's heart was really replaced by a stone?"

"He's really extraordinary." Elsa, who had been watching their exchange with cold eyes, couldn't help thinking, "The bearing of him and Gambino should not be something that a savage in mud should have."

An Jiaye's eyes followed Ronan who was driving away, and saw the rutted horseshoe marks left by the army ahead on the wet and yellow ground of the South Wind Field.

In the surrounding pilgrimage team, the other little witches no longer united closely with Fanna when they first arrived at the Shuilun River.They were once again a loose flock led by ropes by the shepherds ahead.

If it is said that the team members are relaxed—there are probably only five Anjaye and the others left.

Bundy carried Adele on horseback, passing by the grassy hills beside the narrow road from time to time. After the old Jose decided to give her this handsome war horse, Bundy began to enjoy the horse with joy. The joy of Mercedes.

Jana's caravan, pulled by a sheep-shaped clay puppet, also wandered in the middle of the road.

The two girls sitting on Bill's blue mushroom canopy, and Lance, who was listlessly carrying his back and saluting, strode across the uneven grass covered with puddles and puddles.The soft horse manure piled up along the way also exudes a strong grassy smell that makes people dizzy.

This scene reminded Anjaye of the motto in his previous life, "Although the grasslands are wide, the roads are always narrow."

The girl hugged the soft peaked hat in her arms, raised her face slightly, despite the strong and refreshing south wind blowing her bangs and face, it was difficult to relieve the depression in her heart.

See Elsa began to pick up the memory shell and fiddle with it again.

After all, An Jiaye couldn't hold back the emotions that popped up like mushrooms after the rain, so he said coldly.

"Compared to her dead companion, Lettice is lucky enough. Perhaps staying in Dole Town is her best destination."

Elsa peeked at Anjaye's cold and awkward face when she spoke. The girl who usually likes to be funny is like a tree hole that is used to listening quietly.

"Xiao An, don't be brave." After the black-haired girl finished speaking, she expressed her understanding, "I know you are holding back the guilt in your heart. You are always philanthropic, even if you dismiss many superficial things—but I know that you will be as patient with mushrooms as you are optimistic about things."

"I'm not showing mercy." Anjaye pinched the fungus on the staff with a calm expression, "A long time ago, from entering the mist, I knew how harsh the reality of people wanting to survive in Vinland is."

The girl's tone became decisive.

"This is the awareness that Stella's disciples must have when they embark on the witch's way."

She remembered Ludir's farewell words in her heart.

I also know how many seniors died on the pilgrimage, and how many dead graves are buried in the thorns and weeds beside the road.

The tradition of Kexue Palace has always been like this.

The tenacious spirit and combat effectiveness of the Peninsula Witches, and the strong desire to never give up—all are tempered in the tour.

The little apprentices who are qualified to participate in the pilgrimage generally have the strength of a formal witch.For geniuses or freaks like Elsa and Vanna, the low-level witch status is even more insignificant. The "sprout badge" worn on the apprentice's robe is just a formal decoration .

It's a pity that what they chose to step into was the depths of the fog that mortals fear to avoid.

"When I was dealing with Kardashian, I almost killed myself. I was worried that I was not strong enough." Anjaye told his friend seriously, "This battle not only tested our witchcraft skills, but also exposed Insufficiency before real danger."

"Let's work hard." Elsa just gently stroked the girl's bangs blown by the wind, "There is still a long way to go."

Chapter 37 Mushroom Class is in a great class, and Miss Bunty is in crisis!

One day, I will make the alchemy classroom full of seats, and have all the students sit on the mushroom tables and chairs to listen to the class. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

"So, to adjust the launching angle of the 'Tema' concentrating arrow, it is necessary to correspond to the terrain, comprehensively consider the strength of the magic element's magnetic field, the concentration and weakening effect of the fog, the purity and scattering effect of the magic light, and the wide-angle shooting field data, etc. Many factors are indispensable.”