A strange world

Chapter 556 Section 213. Weird Witch’s House

"anyone there?"

Annan's head poked through the door.

This "Witch's House" is larger than expected. Behind the door is the living room with oil lamps and a fireplace. The untreated tree texture on the walls makes the house look twisted and weird. There are asymmetrical things everywhere, windows, fireplaces, long The table...is like a distorted world through the eyes of a drunk person.

It's hard to walk a straight line in a room.

There was some sound coming from the room inside the living room. Seeing that there was no response to the call, Annan stepped on the floor.

Squeak—squeak—

Many strange glass bottles were placed on the wooden shelves beside the wall, including a beating heart, goat's eyes, and ginseng with two legs. Annan also saw a frog with eyelashes in the glass bottle... I don't know. Will a kiss turn you into a princess?

From this angle, Annan saw a hunched shadow projected on the wall deep in the house, flickering in and out with the light of the fire.

"Hello?"

The trembling shadow didn't respond, so Annan continued to move forward. In order to avoid scaring the seemingly old figure, Annan deliberately stepped on the floor to make a "squeaking" sound.

But when he entered the room from the living room, the shadow and its owner were gone.

The cauldron placed on the campfire was cooking something. The thick, dark green mucus meant it was definitely not food, but there were wooden bowls and spoons placed beside it.

"Is there anyone?"

Annan looked curiously into the darkness deeper in the room, unaware that a shadow rose from behind him...

"Oh, a lost boy."

Annan suddenly turned around and looked at the rickety silhouette in a black cloak standing behind him. She looked at Annan a few times and let out an uneasy hoarse laugh: "Is it just you?"

"Well, it's just me."

Annan deliberately pretended to be scared and looked forward to what would happen next.

"It's so pitiful... you must be starving, right?" The witch with a weird smile passed by Annan, picked up the wooden bowl with her weird slender hands, filled a bowl of dark green mucus, and handed it to Annan.

"Have a bowl."

Annan showed his disgust: "No."

"Drink..." The witch holding a wooden bowl approached Annan.

"You drink first." Annan leaned back and pushed away.

"you drink!"

Annan and the witch began to wrestle. The witch wanted to pour the slime into Annan's mouth, and Annan wanted to push the wooden bowl back into the witch's face.

Click——

It was just that the wooden bowl of ordinary wood was cracked by two forces, and all the mucus leaked out.

"Bad boy, you made me angry!" the witch threw away the wooden bowl and roared ominously.

As soon as he finished speaking, Annan's body suddenly lit up with the powerful light of advanced defensive magic.

There was a brief silence around the bubbling cauldron.

"I, I was just joking..."

"Do you think I believe it?" Annan clasped his hands to his mouth and shouted outside: "Dean Blehim!"

The dean walked in: "The anchor point has been placed."

"Aren't you lost?" The witch sounded deceived.

"I didn't say I was lost."

"Aren't you alone?"

"I did come in alone at that time." Annan said, standing next to the dean and pointing at the witch: "She just triggered my defensive magic."

"I know, a prank." Dean Blehim looked at the witch's house.

Annan was surprised. So witches are not bad people?

"What's that pot of slime?"

“Poor looking soup.”

"What do you want!" The humiliated witch interrupted the conversation between Annan and the dean.

The dean turned around and walked out. Annan was completely relieved: "You know, I am a warlock."

Sofia trembled uncontrollably, she was ready to die in order to protect her chastity... But her chastity didn't seem that important?

This boy doesn't seem to make me hate him much...

"So can you tell me what you are doing here?"

The witch was slightly silent and replied: "...I don't like crowded places."

"that is it?"

"Um……"

On the other side, Blehim, who was visiting the Witch's House, stopped in front of the wooden frame.

Annan turned around: "What's wrong?"

"This man was turned into a frog."

"I knew it." Annan came to the dean's side, "How to lift the curse? Kiss it?"

"It's just transfiguration."

Dean Blehim raised his staff and touched the glass bottle lightly.

The frog with long eyelashes in the glass bottle suddenly expanded and broke the glass bottle.

It's just that the person who appeared in front of Annan was not a princess, or even a stranger——

"Why are you so miserable every time I meet you?"

Annan stared silently at the bard who climbed up from the floor. The last time he was in Betar's dungeon.

"You should tell me why I am always saved by you by coincidence." The bard patted the dust on his robe.

"Why?"

"I don't know." He said in a chant-like tone, "Maybe the wind brought you here..."

"No, it's Dean Blehim."

"It's so boring to talk to you."

"So why are you here?" Annan asked him.

The bard replied: "Actually, I begged her to do this. I wanted to write a long poem about a witch, but she was a solitary witch who refused to be touched by anyone and refused to have anyone come to her home, so I just Ask her to turn me into a frog and bring me here.”

"She was in close contact with me just now."

"This is impossible!"

Annan recalled the scene when he and she were torn apart: "This is true."

"Damn Warlock." The bard said jealously: "She actually has a beautiful appearance. I also wanted to capture her with stories... but now it's all easier for you."

Annan looked at the witch standing aside, disguised as a hunchback witch. "I did that to scare you into leaving, but you came in instead." The witch's confession was full of resentment.

Forget it, no matter how beautiful you are, you are only human.

Annan's attention returned to the bard: "How long have you been here?"

"Almost three months."

"No wonder."

No wonder the Magic Image and the Philosopher's Stone have been publicized for so long, but no one has ever found the trace of the bard.

Annan told him that he was leading an expeditionary force to conquer the Skaven and wanted to send him back to Liberty City first.

"I'm with you," said the bard.

The bard, who was already an elite, could bring him along, and he said he could make a story out of the expedition.

As for what the witch should do... Annan smiled at her. His smile made Sophia a little uncomfortable. It felt like...she didn't know how to describe it, but...like she was cared for.

And it didn't arouse any resistance or disgust towards outsiders at all.

"It will become more and more dangerous here. There is no rumor among the rat people that 'don't approach the witch and you will become unlucky'." Annan said.

"Go to Middle-earth. There is a free city there, where all people and races can find a home."