Create the Age of Magic

A few hours have passed since the decision was made, and the sky has turned pale.

The two worked together to put Anne on Douglas's usual trolley, and under the cover of Enoch's illusion, they pushed Anne to the South District.

On the way, Horn found that Annie was about to wake up, so he asked Enoch to cast an illusion on Annie and let her continue to sleep.

Waking up right now might be a bit of a hassle.

Soon the two of them arrived at the place where Enoch used to live, and Horn came here for the first time.

Although this place is in the southern area of ​​Len City, there are almost no houses nearby, it is very desolate, and it is a good place to hide.

Enoch opened the door and welcomed Horn, who was holding Annie, into the room. Horn gently put Annie on Enoch's bed, and glanced roughly at Enoch's house.

I don't know if it's because no one has lived in it for a long time, but his home looks very messy.

A few more hours passed, and Enoch went back to help old Douglas with work. Only Horn was guarding here, and one person was enough.

If old Douglas was left to work alone without help, he would get mad, so Horn let Enoch go back first.

As the boss, Horn has the absolute right to choose who will work and who will look at the beautiful women.

Annie's consciousness was a little clear, but she didn't want to open her eyes. The feeling in bed was still as wonderful as every morning, and the bed was still as warm as every day. She really didn't want to wake up...

etc,

Why doesn't this quilt have the scent of violets? Instead, it seems to have a little smell, and it's not as soft as before...

She sniffed the quilt vaguely, and her delicate nose wrinkled all of a sudden.

The smell of sweat, stinky feet, and the smell of dust that hasn't been washed for a long time!

A little choking!

This is definitely not her bed!

Annie, who was smoked by Enoch's quilt, woke up suddenly, recalling the nightmare that happened last night in her mind, and cold sweat covered her body in an instant!

She opened her eyes immediately, this smelly tattered quilt, this hard bed board, this dusty room, this is not her home at all!

She remembered everything about yesterday. Wasn't she discovered by Deacon Joseph?

So now in the prison of the Church?

Maybe, after all, apart from prison quilts, how could the quilts in other places be so smelly.

Annie, the rich lady, doesn't understand at all. If she is really in prison, even this stinky quilt will be regarded as a treasure, and many prisoners will have their heads robbed!

What's more, the prison in Lane City even provides quilts...

Annie looked at the room she was in with curiosity and horror. Everything was dusty and tattered. It is said that the prison should have iron bars. Where are the iron bars in this prison?

She looked around, the oil-stained table, the three-legged stool, the tattered cabinet, the messy stove, the man in a black robe sitting at the door...

man?

How can there be men in prison?

Annie shivered and shrank her body into a ball, covering her body with the quilt, only revealing a pair of eyes, secretly looking at the man in black robe in front of her.

"You, who are you?"

She asked timidly. After experiencing that kind of thing yesterday, she was wary of all men.

"You're awake." Horn said in a low voice, he couldn't change the spell of the voice, he could only change the tone of his voice slightly.

"Who are you?" Annie was still wary of Horn.

"I'm a witch. I can't tell you my name for the time being, but you should know the nicknames given to me by those guys in the church."

Horn hid himself in a black robe, so that Anne could not see an iota of skin.

"What's your nickname?" Annie asked in a low voice. Those who can be nicknamed by the church are at least vicious murderers and arsonists. They are usually very capable and have escaped the church's capture at least once.

After all, there is no need for a nickname for a guy who can be caught easily, right?

"I'm an evil face!"

Horn said in a low voice.

In fact, he was reluctant to say this nickname, but he couldn't tell her his name. The nickname of Evil Face Man has a certain deterrent effect, which is just suitable for the current situation.

"ah!"

Annie's scream just came out of her throat, but she was covered by her own hand. She is now with the notorious villain, what if the scream is heard by others, and this guy gets angry and kills himself?

After hearing this nickname, Annie immediately turned her head away, not daring to look directly at Horn,

According to the legend of the church, the evil face has a vicious curse instrument on its face, even if you just take a look at it, you will be cursed, as long as you are cursed, you will be completely disfigured!

Annie, young and beautiful, doesn't want to be cursed and turned into an ugly old crone, like poor Deacon Reeves.

The reason why this statement came out was that Reeves’ face was also burned, and he was burned when he was facing the evil face. The legendary cursed instrument on the face of the evil face is connected,

As for what happened to the injury on Reeves' face, they didn't care.

"Did you save me?"

At the last moment of her unconsciousness last night, she was rescued by a man in a black robe, which was very similar to Horne's.

"I'm going to kill the deacon in black. It's just a matter of saving you. After all, you are a wild witch and you seem to be very talented."

It was Horn and Enoch's prior agreement not to tell Annie that they were looking for her on purpose, and this woman should not be allowed to overestimate her status, so as to avoid any strange situation.

Annie covered her small mouth with both hands: "I... am a witch?"

"Yes, you are a witch." Horn confirmed.

"oh……"

Annie whispered a little disappointed that she had guessed what Annie she was, but she never thought that she was a useless witch.

All Ceylon knows that witches are trash, and many witches do not deny it.

"What happened to the monster you summoned?"

Seeing that Annie was awake, Horn stopped wasting time and started asking Annie questions, why should she, a newly awakened witch, drive those monsters?

Although the monster is very weak, it should definitely not be something that a witch who has just awakened and has not learned the knowledge of Douglas can do.

"I don't know about this either. I learned a spell that day for no reason. Sometimes I would recite the spell involuntarily. I really didn't mean it."

Annie hugged her head in pain as she spoke. She couldn't help feeling discouraged. From now on, she would live with those monsters forever. How good would it be if she wasn't discovered by the church and burned to death?

After all, the life of a witch is no better than hell!