Witch Forest Friends Club

"That spell carriage looks familiar, isn't it meow?" Mirsa smiled maliciously, "There is a coffin tied to the roof meow."

"It's Fanna." Of course Anjaye recognized the owner of the carriage, "What is she doing here at night?"

"Didn't she go to the banquet, meow?" The black and white Rubik's cube in Meowersa's pupils flickered, "But at this time, the banquet has just ended meow."

Anjaye followed closely the track of the carriage in the night.

"Remember what Crapsey said? This is the territory of the 'Old Marchius' knight. She is going to meet a relative of the matrilineal side of the knight Earnshaw."

She and Mielsa looked at each other, knowing that they were both aroused with curiosity.

The stalking operation against Miss Fanna has officially begun.

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Through the thin cold fog and the dark moon covering the earth, the little witch bathed in the gentle night is eager to capture the mysterious celestial phenomenon that is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the wonderful power bred.

It lingers and shines on the raised hills along the shore of the cold lake, and the mountain mist surging in a green and gloomy scene is also stained with a mercury-like luster.

The Wandering Soul carriage climbed up the hillside along the winding path luxuriant with wild grass, waded through the rocky stream, and drove to the top of a quiet mountain shaded by dense forest.

Goliath carried Anjaye and the kitten on her back, and under the cover of the increasingly dark night after entering the mountain forest, she clung to the back of the carriage—the sound of their footsteps was drowned out by the sound of rushing hooves and wheels, like a wild beast following its prey , blending with the shadows of the woods.

The mountain was undulating, but it was not very tall. After walking quickly for a while, Anjaye could already see the small houses on the top of the mountain and the towering towers from a distance through Goliath's shoulder.

"This knight lord is really living in seclusion." An Jiaye's imagination of the "Old Machius" knight added a bit of an outsider.

Unexpectedly, there is such an old and desolate manor hidden deep in the dense forest of this lakeside highland,

Together with the wooden pile fence, crude but solid fortifications were built outside the manor.

A few young men with open flames and swords opened the rusty iron gate ahead of time, and let in the slow-moving wandering carriage, but they didn't notice at all—two figures wrapped in shadow and mist were silently After climbing onto the carriage, he sneaked into the manor.

The terrain of the manor is narrow and undulating, with many rocks, which is not suitable for farming crops. There are only a few vegetable fields and irregular fields of ratroot and red-nosed radish. The goats grazed at night are being driven into the sheep pen.

An Jiaye hugged Goliath's shoulders tightly, and looked around as the carriage moved forward—the girl saw blacksmith shops, stables, warehouses and other buildings, and many powerful young men were busy working in them.

On the cliff plateau at the highest point of the manor, in front of a majestic and tall wooden house, the wandering carriage finally stopped moving forward.The horse-shaped spell tool burning with blue will-o'-the-wisp stopped its iron hooves bound by the curse, and paved the ground restlessly.

The tightly closed wooden door of the carved carriage was pushed open by a slender hand wearing pure white velvet gloves.

Fan Na, who leaned out from the carriage, was wearing a dark blue flower-embellished tunic dress, moon-white high-heeled boots, and wavy blond hair that shone brighter under the moonlight. The hairpin is decorated with ornaments, and she is still dressed as a grand lady.Only the flying bird staff held tightly in her hand showed her identity as a witch.

And the owner of the wooden house she was going to meet—

A burly old man with broad cheeks, sharp edges and white beard, was sitting on a tree stump in the open space in front of the house, with chopped firewood and a sharp ax at his feet.

In his buckskin bonnet, light brown linen coat, leggings, a large rough sleeveless coat, and an old leather belt with a hatchet and tool-bag at his waist, he looked like any other man in the land. Rustic farmers are no different.

The old man's slightly melancholy gaze fell on the blond girl approaching in the carriage, and then turned to the ominous coffin on the roof of the carriage.

He propped his knees to stand up slowly, and stuffed the briar wood pipe in his hand into his dry lips——as he pursed his lips and wrinkled his thickly browed forehead, flickering sparks blew from the mouth of the pipe, Brighten the wrinkled old face.

"Is that the lord of the fiefdom of Windmill Village?" Goliath landed on the ground and hid behind the shadow of the carriage just as the carriage stopped, quietly put Anjaye down on her back, and commented in a low voice, "It's colder than that dead one." Lake Knight, looks much stronger."

The old man strode towards the blond girl, and embraced the thin and trembling Fanna tightly in his arms.

After the two greeted each other silently.

The blond girl seemed to be holding back her crying mood, and pointed out the bird staff to the coffin fixed on the top of the carriage—the rune coffin covered with a layer of white magic light, which was unbound by Fanna, and it was floating again. Under the action of the old man, he was placed steadily on the hard mud in front of the old man.

The old man took off his buckskin cap, walked heavily to the side of the coffin, pushed open the coffin lid with one hand, and looked firmly into the gap, and then the indifferent and quiet face like a rock suddenly revealed waves of pain.

He closed the coffin lid tightly again, straightened his waist abruptly, and greeted the rear of the carriage.

"It's a guest who comes from afar, you two might as well show up and talk about it."

exposed.

Seeing the old knight's sharp eyesight, through the fire mist diffused by the pipe, shooting straight at him - Anjaye patted Gloria's shoulder after a moment of tension in his heart, and simply appeared from the "mist cloak".

"Excuse me, Your Excellency Machius."

The girls lifted their concealment one after another, walked around the carriage and walked forward slowly, took off the hoods that covered their heads and faces, and faced the weather-stained old man directly.

In An Jiaye's perception, the old man's demeanor is calm and calm. Even though he is old, he still hides the aura of a powerful and powerful man, as if he is not in a mountain forest, but a hard and unyielding piece standing in the lake. reef.

"Senior An?" Fan Na stared closely at the girl's face with her hood off, suppressing her astonishment.

"Sorry, Miss Marshall—we saw your carriage on the road, so we followed." Sneaking into other people's homes and being caught on the spot, Anjaye didn't look embarrassed at all because of his thick skin. , "I happen to have something to visit the local lord."

"Fan Na, are they your companions?" The old man's aura became stronger and stronger. His calm yet oppressive eyes glanced over the lame girl and stopped on Gloria who was carrying the battle axe. He obviously felt the barbarian's pressure. dangerous.

"Well, my senior in the academy and her friends." Fan Na nodded for confirmation, looking at the old man with gentle eyes, as if trying to ease his hostility.

The old man looked back and forth at the intruder for a while, and finally relaxed his brows.

"Someone came to ask for help during the day, saying that bandits had attacked Windmill Village. I asked my apprentices to go there, but it was a step too late. It's these two ladies, repel the bandits."

He put down his pipe and introduced himself in a cold voice.

"I am Ernest Marchius, the lord of Youlan Ridge fief."

The old man turned around and walked up the creaking steps of the wooden house. After pushing open the door, he turned to greet the blond girl.

"Vanna, take your friends and come up to the house, and there will be pies baked and tea for the girls."

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A pair of big hands wearing thick cotton gloves opened the stained oven door, held the pan covered with the lid from the flying ashes that were still warm, and brought out hot pies, placed At a round table illuminated by candles where the girls sat.

Fanna also served the guests strong goat's milk tea in a large wooden cup. After thanking the old knight who entertained them, Anjaye began to pick up a knife and fork to cut the meat sausage pie that smelled faintly of honey. He took a piece in front of Melsa who jumped on the table.

"You're welcome, you helped drive away some pests in my territory today. I should thank you." The old knight took off his cotton gloves and said, "Fanna, I have something else to do, please help me entertain guests."

The blond girl nodded thoughtfully at the old man, without asking what he was going to do.

The girls watched the back of the old knight disappear behind the closed door, and when they thought of the cruel night he was about to survive, they couldn't help but feel heavy in their hearts, so they could only silently share the food.

Gloria grabbed a piece of pie and ate it in two or three bites, not afraid of getting hot. She seemed not interested in the next tea party exchange, so she just sat on a recliner by the fire and took a nap unceremoniously, but even if she fell asleep, The grip of Thunder Bite was firmly held in his arms.

"Who is this lord?" An Jiaye finally broke the silence. She has a lot of things to communicate with Fanna. Now that she has found this opportunity, she can't waste time.

"It's the grandfather of Knight Earnshaw." Fanna's answer confirmed the girl's previous guess. "He is also a knight who has served the Marshall family for generations."

The experience of bereavement in his later years was too uncomfortable for the widowed old man, not to mention that the deceased was Fanna's de facto brother—Anjaye immediately changed the subject.

"Miss Marshall, you were in town today, did you get any useful news?"

"As senior sister An expected, the sisters of each team have done a great job." Fan Na narrated while watching Elsa curiously holding a pie in her cat state, "they are patrolling the city. This incident has put a lot of pressure on the management of Shuangcheng Port. Your Excellency the mayor and other nobles are looking for me to test me at the banquet tonight. Whose order is it?"

"They should want you to come forward and stop the parade." Anjaye said slightly sarcastically.

"But I declined from the standpoint of the school." Fan Na unequivocally expressed her support for Anjaye's approach.

"Besides, Mr. Uncle at the border of the Black Marsh can help me solve a lot of troubles." The blond girl took a sip from her teacup and said, "After all, there is an army of water and land outside the city. They have to fear the prestige of the school, I was also intimidated by the army, and I didn't dare to stop the patrollers' actions, otherwise it would be easier to expose their secrets. Sister An, you think so."

Anjaye stared at Fanna's probing eyes hidden behind the rim of the cup, and nodded frankly—she really had the idea of ​​taking advantage of the situation, otherwise she would not let Jana and the others move freely. So far, it seems that the teammates have successfully attracted the stage. Attention, but also to cover her actions in the dark.

"Senior An, how is your harvest here?"

"The situation is very bad." Anjaye shook his head and sighed. "Although these words hurt the face of the Marshall family, in my opinion, this city is very unclean."

Fan Na just hugged the teacup and didn't say anything in response, as if she was tacitly acquiescing that Anjaye would continue talking.

"We wiped out a bunch of robbers involved in trafficking tonight." An Jiaye then briefly explained today's experience, "In order to deal with us, the leading black wizard even sacrificed himself and his subordinates, and summoned the soul-sucking banshee phantom."

Fan Na's face turned cold, and she put down the teacup with stiff fingers.

"The sacrificial object is a black half-length female stone statue with a pair of wings carved." Anjaye continued to elaborate on the key clues she obtained, "Because the carving techniques and materials are very rough, and the features are inconspicuous, I don't Know where it came from."

"The only thing that is certain is that it has something to do with the soul-sucking banshee." Anjaye explained in depth, "The fixed illusion spell is very powerful, and it is very likely that there is a real soul-sucking banshee behind it. Considering this devil worship organization, can There must be a deeper and more powerful organizer behind the many dark wizards who have attracted Kardashian."

"Soul-sucking banshee." Fan Na couldn't help showing a look of distress, "Does this legendary evil really exist in the world?"

Anjaye could only choose to put this heavy fact on the table.

"The black witchcraft incident is likely to summon the body of this soul-sucking banshee."

"Miss Marshall, you should be aware of the threat this incident poses to us." Anjaye's usual cold and calm tone also became more serious.

"As high-level undead, almost all of them were wise and powerful witches during their lifetime. As for the reason for their birth, they are often caused by a series of wars, famines, country destruction, and sacrifices by evil gods in major disasters that are heavily polluted by fog tides. The chain reaction of disasters led to the occurrence of a phenomenon known scientifically as the "soul plague", which gave the soul-sucking banshees the soil for their birth—they were eroded by the "soul plague", and they were rejected by the great source, and they could not be tolerated in this world. Wandering in the cursed gap between the nether world and reality all the year round, eager to devour the glorious soul that Dayuan loves."

An Jiaye's eyes pierced to see through the girl's defenses.

"Miss Marshall, I want to ask you, in the land of Cold Lake, have there been such witches in the past?"

However, the moment this question was blurted out, she found that the expression of the blond girl had become extremely ugly, as if a storm was approaching on the surface of the lake, and the gloomy and manic shadow covered all the clear and vast lake light.

She had never seen such a look of terror and despair on Vanna's face, not even when Knight Earnshaw died.

"You seem to have a clue." An Jiaye felt cruel, but he still had to press on.

"Senior An." Fan Na lowered her head, her voice trembling like she was about to cry, "I'm not sure."

Her slender, thick golden eyelashes trembled, and she regained her composure after taking several sips of tea.

"Can we talk alone?" Fan Na's almost pleading gaze passed over the big white cat that was looking at her without hesitation.

Miao Ersha, the happy cat, suddenly showed a displeased expression.

But the pie baked by the old knight still attracted the cat's energy, and she snorted softly, signaling Anjaye to go easy on herself.

Anjaye touched Melsa's head, comforted the kitten, and followed Fanna to leave through the back door to the edge of the cliff with a wide view behind the house.

Fan Na looked at the magnificent lake surface with floating moonlight and glittering scales. In the middle of the lake, there was a small island shrouded in dense forests, and there was a black mist that could not be dispelled by the moonlight.

Anjaye recognized the legendary island named "Black Swan".

"On that island, a witch is buried, and if her bones disappear—"

Fan Na bent down and covered her chest, as if she was in pain and suffering for a certain possibility.

"Who is she?" An Jiaye thought of a name, but wanted to get confirmation from Fan Na.

"That's an 'Eclipse' level witch."

Fanna couldn't bear to close her eyes, and Anjaye couldn't see what kind of unforgettable memory was cherished in those green eyes. It was just the sadness overflowing in the girl's words, and the song "Testi's Love" on the boat that day. Song" is exactly the same.

"It is also the continuation of my father—my stepmother, the Bird Witch—Eero Kereno."

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Chapter 88 Asuka Witch, Mermaid Storm and Girl's Bathing Paradise

Arvil deserves the mushroom mouthball treatment forever. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

Asuka Witch?

It was not the first time Anjaye had heard this title.

Both Old Wolf and Avril mentioned this mysterious witch in a few words.

Born in the Demon Department, she is as famous as the Bode mentor who is known as the "Witch of Thousand Wings".

An Jiaye is not very interested in the secrets of the witch world, but the high-ranking witches in the academy are academic seniors. As long as the girls are free, they are quite keen to discover the connection between their personal achievements and growth trajectories, trying to understand by analogy , a glimpse into the unique ideas underlying scholarly argument and the use of witchcraft.

But after she entered the academy, she had never heard any rumors about this "solar eclipse" witch.

Afraid of continuing to hurt Fan Na's heartache, Anjaye could only probe cautiously.

"I heard from Witch Arvil that the island does not have the dual permission of the Marshall family and the Academy, so it is forbidden to step on it."

Fan Na was silent for a long time, restrained the sadness on her face, and responded solemnly: "I will find a way tomorrow and go to the island with Knight Machius to confirm."

Although he received Fan Na's affirmative reply, Anjaye still flicked the mushrooms on the staff uneasily.

An eclipse-level witch, according to Avril, may have died by accident—the mage tower she stayed in even caused the death of an itinerant witch who came to investigate—there must be something strange, but regardless of whether Vanna Knowing the inside story, now is not a good time to rashly question deeply.

"Please." Anjaye nodded to Fanna slightly ashamed, "I'm sorry, Miss Marshall, the matter is very important."

She could sense the deep pain that the blond girl was trying to hide—forcing a close party to disturb the sleep of someone she cared about. Anjaye even felt that she was becoming as despicable as an old wolf.

"Senior An, do you know?" Fan Na confided to her with a calm and deep expression like the lake in front of her eyes.

"My stepmother used to be a witch sent by the Academy to Lenghu Territory. When I was six years old, she married my father. I was still young and didn't know about that marriage. It was just a tool for the exchange of benefits—even though she was beautiful She is outstanding enough to make any man's heart flutter, but what is even more valuable is that her achievements as a witch have already surpassed ordinary people's cognition—such a proud and intelligent strongman naturally has no affection for my father."

The girl burst into tears for a moment.

"But only for me, she held her sincerity—she discovered my talent, and she stood by a lonely little girl day and night, replacing my dead mother, and taking care of my life."

"Even this flying bird staff and the initial knowledge of witchcraft were taught to me by her during the years of growing up with me."

"In the swamp where I lost hope and drowned since I was a child, it was she who pulled me out of the lifeless hopelessness and taught me what faith is."

Anjaye had an illusion in a trance.