Witch Forest Friends Club

"Don't be naughty." Anjaye raised his right hand and flicked the kitten's forehead. The pain caused Meowrsa to stretch out her little paw to cover her forehead, and rolled from the girl's shoulder to the tailor's table next to her.

Anjaye casually picked up a bell in the shape of a star sunflower from the woven box full of ornaments - the bell was tied to a red copper collar wrapped in a pink floral ribbon.

She looked down at Melsa's slender and graceful cat neck.

"Meow?" Mowrsa seemed to realize something was wrong, she turned her head and was about to run away from the table, but the girl stretched out her hand and grabbed her big furry tail tightly.

Melsa turned her head and forced a wry smile at Anjaye.

The dark-haired girl had a mischievous smile on her face.

"I like this cat bell very much, please wear it, Melsa."

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Today's martial arts show at the Yangfan Arena has come to an end amidst the audience's unfinished curses and screams.

As the most watched distinguished guest in the audience, Miss Vanna Marshall declined the mayor's invitation to have lunch after the show.

She and Black Marsh Border Boss bid farewell to each other, and accompanied by guards, they came to the VIP parking lot outside the arena.

Facing the carriage of wandering souls parked alone in an open space, the girl lightly raised the staff of the flying bird, injected a spell into the solidified iron horse spell, and awakened the power of the horse souls to gallop in the daytime.

A gray pigeon with plump feathers had been waiting on the roof of the carriage for a long time, it flapped its wings and lightly landed on Fan Na's protruding staff, and raised a little red paw tied with a note.

Fan Na untied the note and let the bird fly.

After watching the pigeon spread its wings and disappear over the eaves of the piled-up roofs in the distance, the girl opened the letter from the familiar, and began to read the few lines of information on the note.

"Senior Marshall, please return to the station quickly."

It's Lu Ke's handwriting, and it's also stamped with the seal of the Xingshi University of Science and Technology classroom.

Could it be Sister An's order?

She remembered the series of fights she had just watched in the arena.

Girls don't like barbaric entertainment such as wrestling—but Senior Sister An's incarnation of poisonous capitol, when playing with the arrogant knight of Shiwan collar on the flyover, showed a fighting art that made her feel pleasing to the eye.

Senior sister An is really like an inconspicuous mushroom, which blooms in rainbow-like colors in the tempering of the storm, and she is just a flashy snow sculpture that melts when it encounters a flame.

Her performance along the way is so strong and witty—perhaps only such an excellent seed can inherit Mrs. Stella's will and grow into a towering tree that spreads the light of witchcraft to the world.

I'm sorry, Mama Ello.

The blond girl thought wearily.

Fan Na may have to break the agreement with you.

"Miss, the supplies Fernando promised have been delivered."

While the girl waited silently for the start of the spell carriage—the guards scattered around her regrouped, and two knights with full armor and frog helmets headed by them came in front of the girl.

These two Leng Hubo, who were sent away by Earnshaw before, were directly subordinate to the knights. Since the future master arrived at Shuangcheng Port, they have returned to Miss Marshall's side with the duty of personal guards.

"Send the gift from Mr. Mayor to Youlanling Manor first, and tell His Excellency Old Machius that I will come later."

After the blond girl gave orders to the knight, she lifted her skirt gracefully and stepped onto the wandering spirit carriage.

Do you want to meet Senior Sister An first?

When Fan Na hesitated to look away from the window, the blood vessels connected to her heart tightened suddenly, and she was startled. At some point, there was a petite figure sitting calmly on the sofa opposite her.

It was a young and slender brown-haired girl, not much younger than when she first entered the palace.

The girl wears long and slender ponytails, and looks like she is from the lower classes, but she looks as cute as an innocent little rabbit—but this seemingly ordinary little girl exudes an aura that makes Fanna's soul tremble .

The pair of big eyes staring at her, reflecting the girl's face—the green pupils with whirlpools of magic light, shining abstract runes—is a pure white mark shaped like a flying bird.

"Long time no see, Fanna—"

PS: There are so few tickets recently, please ask for nutrition, the author is very hungry.Tomorrow is Chapter 100, which is worth commemorating. The first part of Lenghu will enter a stage of compact development.

Chapter 100 How can the rancid smell be covered up with perfume, attack the "Fly's Nest"!

Mushroom spices, can they occupy a place in the spice market?I have to find a chance to run it well. ——"Ankaye's Chat Notes"

"Long time no see, Fanna—"

When the blond girl fell into a fugue in disbelief, the iron-cast spell of wandering soul started. On the long street, the sound of horseshoes breaking and the bumps caused by the wheels rolling over the bluestone road could hardly conceal the girl's physical and mental trembling.

This doting greeting was just saying her name, but Fan Na suddenly seemed to be dragged into the vortex of memories.

"Mother Elo, is that you?"

The girl came to her senses in horror, grabbed the car door and looked out the window, only to find that the guards accompanying her closely were oblivious to what happened in the car.

To be able to sneak into the carriage under the eyes of the knights——

With tears in her eyes, she once again looked at the girl who appeared strangely in front of her eyes—the conversation with Senior Sister An in front of the cliff and lake in Youlanling Manor last night, once again came to her mind with ups and downs.

[What if she is just a nightmare in a beautiful cloak in my eyes? 】

The girl's palpable fear made the little girl's smile gradually turn bitter.

"Don't worry, I'm not a twisted thing."

She put her hand on her chest and let out a slight sigh of regret.

"Occupying the child's body is also a helpless move, she's fine."

The ghost possessed by "Little Krapussy", or the stepmother in Vanna's memory - "Bird Witch" Elo Kereno, opened her hands towards Vanna.

"Now I can't even hug you if I want to."

Fan Na curled up on the sofa silently, tightly holding the bird staff with both hands.

"Six years in a flash, in two days, it will be my death day." "Asuka Witch" did not continue to care about the girl's reaction, but just dreamed of the past life.

"I still remember when I first taught you the witchcraft. At that time, you were still young, and it was difficult to draw a rune with a staff. Now you have grown into an outstanding lady. Your figure is so good that I am envious."

It was obviously just borrowing a stranger's face, and it was obviously just a tender and soft child's voice, but the sad and smiling expression hidden under the appearance, which came from the soul, touched Fan Na's tense heartstrings.

"Fanna, is the witch's path going smoothly?"

"Mother Elo..." Fan Na finally couldn't help sobbing.

Across a long life, the distance between life and death, before this greeting, the girl's defenses collapsed in an instant.

She unconsciously fell into the arms of the little girl, her slender and trembling body was as fragile as a thin crystal handicraft.

"Sorry, I peeped into the memories of the guards." "Bird Witch" hugged her softly and reassuringly, letting the weight of the girl's whole body be pressed against her arms and she burst into tears, "Is Earnshaw dead? In this cruel world Now, everyone who cared about you has left one by one, and that guy Macbeth can’t be counted on.”

"Mother Elo, tell me—how did you die." Fan Na was paralyzed in the girl's warm embrace, unable to stop the grief and emotion that flooded her chest like a tide.

But the girl still suppressed her sobs and asked, "I don't believe my father's nonsense."

"What were you researching during your lifetime?"

Asuka Witch's eyes, which were wandering because of the girl's questioning, quickly regained her composure. With her small hand, she held down Fanna's hot head and sank into the wavy, lush, fluffy blond hair.

"Go to Black Swan Island with me, you have the right to know the truth."

"About my death, and the Marshall family's secret at the bottom of the cold lake."

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"coming."

The floating sewing shop of Mr. "Flying Shrimp" is moored on the surface of a dark and wide river.

Anjaye raised his head when he heard the words, and saw the fire thorn standing above the ship building, pointing his sword at a slowly lowering steel gate ahead.

As the sluice gate moved up, a luxurious and magnificent sailing ship was sailing towards the Great Dark River with a gust of magic wind. In the stale and stale river channel, there was a burst of colorful and noisy waves.

Firethorn jumped down from the top of the ship tower.

"That's the cruise ship leading to the 'Bloodfly Pit'—the boat is full of rich and noble people from all over the cold lake, most of them are friends with the mayor, they take off their masks in secret in Guangcheng during the day, and take off their masks. Enjoy the taste of luxury and lust here."

"So you asked us to change into this suit just to sneak into the cruise ship?"

It was Gloria who asked the question. The female barbarian was wearing a bright red dragon head mask at the moment. The gothic dragon head image was carved majestically.

She was wearing a black men's shirt and trousers, a mink trench coat, a top hat, and crocodile boots. She was accustomed to a light military uniform, but she looked civilized in her attire. presentable.

"Of course, this is a grand masquerade." Firethorne showed a bright smile, "I can't wait to see you give those parasites a wonderful performance."

"This experience is not bad." Ryan raised the cello case in his hand, and the white-haired boy's sword was in the case.

He was wearing a brown wild lion head mask, but he was wearing a snow-white slim tuxedo, showing his extraordinary demeanor.

"You can bring weapons in." Gloria smacked her lips unhappily, "I'll just let them try their fists later."

"Who told you that your ax is too big." An Jiaye hugged Mowrsa who was tied with a cat bell, and comforted the barbarian, "Just follow the instructions and execute the tactics. When I sneak in, I will find a chance to hand over the weapon to you. "

Fortunately, the kitten has a versatile shadow space, otherwise it would be really difficult to accommodate the female barbarian's "Thunder's Bite". If you want to hold this big guy for her, you may have to fight the guard before the door.

"Let's follow up quickly, Aweier also wants to participate in the underground auction." The mermaid lady in a fancy dress and that silly fish headgear raised her hand and said.

"Ahead is the underground settlement built by 'Apocalypse' - the Fragrance Cave."

Under the cover of the shadow barrier, the wooden boat of "Flying Shrimp" began to chase the cruise ship ahead with the help of Avril's water-invoking spell.

In this underground space located inside the mountain of the town, there is actually a walled city remodeled from an abandoned ship. Many ships are connected to the pontoon bridge, plus the overlapping sewer building system - together constitute the bustling and prosperous Anjaye. water town.

"This smell?" As they approached the town, both An Jiaye and the kitten twitched their noses, showing strange expressions, "It smells so strong."

"This is the characteristic of the bloodfly pit." Firethorne showed a mocking expression, "The more rotten something is, the more it needs to be covered with perfume, isn't it?"

"Is the bloodfly pit in front of you? No wonder the nearby water is rushing there." As a mermaid, Arvil can deeply feel the movement of the water.

"It's a bit ironic." Ryan stepped on the side of the boat, looking at the brightly lit city wall in the distance, "It was obviously built on top of a dirty sewer pit, but wasting spices to maintain the superficial glitz—it's like draining livestock The dung pit is specially sprinkled with perfume. It’s really rotten to the root.”

"That's a good irony. No matter how much perfume you put on, you'll still be a pile of rotten meat when you're dead, and some people will look like rotten meat when they're alive." Gloria couldn't hold back her laughter.

"I'm still free now, let me talk to you about spices." Seeing that the guests were all interested in this topic, Firethorne shrugged.

"For Shuangcheng Port—especially Dark City, spices are a hard currency among luxury goods, and the supply has always been in short supply."

"That's why Lenghubo has always imposed heavy taxes on the spice trade, which has also led to endless smuggling."

"Most of the incense and essences circulating in the market in Cold Lake Territory come from channels in Black Marsh Territory and Twilight City. Among them, the 'Dreamland Fragrance' series produced by the Giant's Garden in Twilight City is the most popular."

"However, since the 'Shiwan Territory' defeated the Lenghu Territory in the 'Spice War' 32 years ago, through multi-party mediation, it has controlled the main commercial channels to Twilight City, causing the price of spices to skyrocket. Ordinary Lenghu citizens They are almost unusable-and this has also led to the prosperity of the underground spice black market in Shuangcheng Port. In addition to the "Apocalypse" potion, the fertilizer market for spice smuggling and slave trafficking has also become the pillar business of "Apocalypse". "

When Firethorne said this, he spat on the water surface in disdain.

"Obviously the sanctuary is fighting to prevent the people from becoming slaves, but those traitors are doing a despicable dirty business."

Anjaye remembered Elder Downey's speech.

Jackals wielding knives at weaker ones and acting as minions for tigers are commonplace in history-the asylum can roughly maintain its purity for hundreds of years, which shows their pious and firm belief in "mutual assistance and coexistence".

At least she wants to help the people of Lenghu to maintain this pure and tenacious disposition, so as not to be corrupted by the poison of human greed.

"Even the incense can't hide the stench. Oga may really be doomed."

Gloria slapped her nose in a gesture, but her eyes deliberately glanced at the boy wearing the "lion head" mask.

"It's like some armies. The armor on the surface looks bright, but the inside is rotten and full of bugs and lice."

Ryan responded coldly.

"I don't deny what you said, but the root cause of this situation can be eradicated."

Gloria confronted her tit for tat: "How dare you say it, aren't you afraid that you will be stained with too much blood in the future, and your sword will be corroded?"

"Maybe my blood will be more than you think." Ryan's calm tone was burning with ruthless murderous intent, "Would you like to try?"

The female barbarian sneered disdainfully, but she didn't bother with the hot flame.

Anjaye changed the subject in order to ease the heavy atmosphere of natural enemies fighting between them.

"Speaking of which, it's not just the network of underground rivers and sewers extending in all directions. Your ancestors of Cold Lake, in order to build a 'shelter', hollowed out the entire mountain."

The black-haired girl looked at the deep and wide rock dome above her head with emotion. Only by seeing it with her own eyes can she be shocked by such a magnificent and grand cave project dug by manpower.

"The scale of this dark city built on the basis of sewers is not much worse than the descriptions of the ancient dwarf kingdoms I read in the history books."

"It's not just a sanctuary—" Firethorne and You Rong said, "This tunnel at the bottom of the cave was dug out from the foot of the mountain by a certain nobleman who sent an army 300 years ago in troubled times. During the conquest period of the empire, the legion treasury left behind—in order to monopolize the treasure and eradicate the soil of popular resistance, the great noble also specially hired a great mage to expand deeper into the dark city through the resonance of the earth, and wanted to transport his army underground Depths, capture the shelter."

Compared with the previous cynicism, the tone of Firethorne seems to be immersed in some exciting past events.

"However, the citizens of the dark city, who did not want to become slaves completely, launched a magnificent resistance under the leadership of the fire guardians. A legendary assassin who wandered from the north also joined their camp."

"The nobles who suffered heavy losses, in anger, continued to expand the dug entrance, forming a grand canal to connect with the cold lake. They also built a dam at the entrance in an attempt to flood the dark city with water and drive his fleet away. Into the dark city."