Release that Witch

These people are all witches. Tassa is not lying. The ashes can feel the magic of their body, and they can roughly distinguish the strong and the weak. This is especially true. Her magic is like a sharp knife. It is a tingling tingle to focus on feelings.

"My name is Ash, I am very glad to meet you, the sisters of the Aid." She put the giant sword aside and hugged the four witches one by one... No, she thought, it should be five. The ashes looked up and stared at the black spots hovering in the sky. "Can she not come down?"

"She shows us the way," the leader laughed. "I am a nightingale," and then she pointed to the other three witches, "book rolls, leaves, and echoes." Finally, in the mouth of Nunu, "The little girl is lightning."

When the ashes looked at the book, they felt guilty. The magical feelings in the other side were very weak. It was like a cloud that spread all over the body. This feeling surprised her. "Superman?"

The expression of the nightingale is also somewhat unexpected. "Can you see the magic?"

"I don't see it, I feel it," Ashes explained. "The extraordinary person can detect the shape and flow of the magic. This is because all parts of the body have been transformed by it. I think this sister must have the same feelings as me."

The book smiled and nodded. "Indeed, it made me find a lot of companions in the vast sea of ​​people."

“Is the extraordinary person very rare?” asked the night.

The other party's first concern is the quantity, not what the extraordinary person is... The ambiguous thoughts, is it that the Auxiliary Society has heard of the existence of the extraordinary witch? This is the secret of the church's severe ban, because the power of the extraordinary witch directly acts on itself, not subject to the stone of God's punishment, and any one who is exposed is the first enemy of the church.

"About thousands of witches, there will be an extraordinary person," she thought, her face still as usual. "So far, the compatriots I have seen, plus books, only three." "The ashes pause for a moment. "Right, I remember that the leader of the co-help club seems to be called Hakala. Is she okay?"

"She is dead," the nightingale shook her head. "Death on the way to the holy mountain."

"...It’s a shameful news," Ashes whispered, but what made her care was that the other side did not show much sadness when talking about the issue. "Who is your new leader now?"

"Let's go back to the town and talk slowly," she smiled. "You will see him soon."

......

After the pedestrian entered the town, the ashes found something wrong. The couples who helped the witches held the torches and walked on the streets with great brilliance. And even after the night, the town is not dead, many households' paper windows reveal a faint fire, listen carefully, and the children's bursts of reading.

Although candles are not expensive, the savings of civilians are limited and will not be easy to use when not necessary. In the town, there are so many households who lit candles at night. It is an incredible sight, plus a word-by-word reading. Are they teaching children to learn to read words?

But the other party did not mention, she was too lazy to ask. Anyway, this is not a place to live for a long time. What she has to do is to take everyone away as soon as possible.

Through the criss-crossing streets, the pedestrians are getting closer and closer to the castle area, and the ashes can see the dark walls in the night and the guards standing guard. "Where are we going?" She couldn't help but speak.

"Bianzi Town Castle, it is almost there." The answer is her nightingale.

"Wait," she couldn't help but slow down. "That's where the Lord lives."

"Well, it's also the home of the witches."

"Did you reach an agreement with the lord?" Ashes frowned. Even if the Communist Party is stronger in the local powers, it is difficult to compete with the lords and churches who have the stone of the gods. Therefore, the only possibility is cooperation. This is one of the survival ways for some witches to explore. Unfortunately, in the face of the weak witch group, most of the lords are not willing to sit down and talk about conditions fairly, but endlessly squeeze and demand, so this road is quickly blocked.

"That's right," the nightingale's tone was not so much uncomfortable, but he seemed to enjoy it. "At least we have signed contracts with our Highness."

The ashes are not happy for them. The contract written with paper and pen is unconstrained. When the lord is tired of paying or wants to stop the equality, just throw it into a ball and throw it into the fireplace. No one will fight for the witches. Their status is like a lonely boat in the sea, and there is a danger of overturning at any time.

Fortunately, I came here, she thought, taking them out of here and heading to the other side of the sea. There are homes established by the witches themselves, which can be far from the threat of the church and the world.

Passing through the gates of the castle, the guards became accustomed to the appearance of the witches and greeted each other.

Compared to the palace of the king, the castle of the lord of this place is undoubtedly much smaller and darker. There are only a few solitary torches hanging on the aisle wall. The swaying light can't cover the entire slate floor. It feels a little depressed when walking. Until the entrance to the living room, the fire suddenly brightened.

In the hall, the ashes saw more witches. They seemed to have been waiting for a long time. When they saw themselves, they applauded to welcome them. When the nightingale went up two steps and was preparing for a brief introduction, a witch suddenly rushed over.

"Wenty!" someone shouted.

The ashes noticed the other party's actions, but without taking any countermeasures, she could feel the other's surprise and joy, but there was no hostility. Soon, a warm body embraced her.

"You actually survived," the other voice was full of excitement. "Thank you for saving me."

Ashed, "You are..."

"My name is Wendy," she let go of her hands and looked straight into the eyes of the ashes. "The little girl of the choir. Do you remember me?"

......

In the second floor bedroom, there are only two people, Ash and Wendy.

She did not expect to meet the partner of the monastery here.

It is said that the partner is also somewhat reluctant. If it wasn't for the night, she wouldn't have an intersection with Wendy. In fact, she didn't pay attention to the room buried in the ground. There was another misfortune that was forced to be sent in like her. By. Not to think that the other party eventually became a witch.

"I fled the monastery and settled in Haifeng County." Wendy said quietly for a long time. "The news that was later heard, the monastery seemed to have a big fire on the day, and the children inside were still missing."

"Big fire?" Ashes shook his head. "That was the church's own work, in order to cover up this scandal. I killed some of the managers and tried to stop my trial army until...the church's gods arrived. My eyes The scars on them were left by them. If they didn't choose to escape, they would wait until the follow-up gods arrived. I am afraid I will die there."

"God punished army..." Wendy repeated her eyes and repeated, "What is that?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point, your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please read.)