Witch for All 1994

Snap, snap.

The cold and humid weather was contagious as soon as we stepped out of the warm cabin, like a disease trying to take away people's physical strength.

Pricia Havelock turned herself into a ghost, and raindrops fell from her body.

Staring at the pale back of her hands without rain, her smile froze, and then she smiled brighter for a moment.

Leisurely, she opened her parasol, and the sound of crackling rain made her feel a little relieved.

Pat, pat...the footsteps in front stopped.

The temporary host witch named Jiang Han stopped and turned around, her face, which looked beautiful with Pricia's eyes and qualifications, slightly worried.

Stopped? Priscilla felt surprised in her heart, but kept a smile on her face and said:

"Miss?"

"Pricia, did you bring anti-humidity skin lotion?" Jiang Han asked with an embarrassed smile.

Anti-humidity skin lotion? Eh? Aha? Madam, do you want to have a fight? Are you looking for a fight? Ask a ghost, a ghost witch such a question? Skin care lotion?

... Even though Pricia was able to endure the anger when she got up, she almost failed and couldn't laugh.

She quietly exhaled and smiled:

"Miss, I will include it in my carrying list next time."

Miss Jiang Han's facial features tend to be cold-colored, but her brows and eyes are quite sunny, which makes the ghost witch who prefers gloomy and cold not very fond of her.

But he is a good child, except that sometimes he speaks without thinking, a bit like the speaking level of a witch who is just 5 to 8 years old.

Probably, it feels a bit like a baby who has no common sense about witches and learns witch knowledge from scratch, just for a year or two.

... Pricia feels so.

She saw Jiang Han sighing vaguely, blinking again, and secretly sticking out his tongue. This lady had a naturally endearing facial expression.

This is rare in society.

Very rare.

It's a bit like the golem in social studies class, but much cuter than the golem...

Well, to put it in a more disgusting Tongzhen tone, that is:

‘Ahhh, is this a really cute girl? Ahhhh, the expression is so cute, the movements are so cute, the tone is so cute, ahhhh, is this the interaction of cute girls, so cute. ’.

…

Gu... vomit.

…

...The ghost witch was disgusted by the tone imitated in her mind, but she couldn't help but laugh, and her smile was a bit real.

She thought about the things in her stomach bag and said half-truthfully with a little hesitation:

"I seem to have prepared water-based lotion for Elizabeth and Isabella, do you need it?"

Elizabeth and Isabella are Stitch Witches.

Maybe because of their status, they love to be clean.

I use almost a third of a bottle of body lotion a day.

Like a petty bourgeois ghoul witch taking four baths a day. The alien witch always tries her best to make up for whatever she lacks, and sometimes she works too hard.

...The ghost witch thought of her own smile, and her smile became even wider.

"Eh? Can I use it?" Jiang Han's eyes widened and he licked the corner of his mouth as if he was a little uneasy.

"As long as you don't object to using the same body lotion as the Stitch Witch, I think it's fine," she said gently.

"Of course not. Elizabeth and Isabella are both beautiful, aren't they?" Jiang Han said without thinking.

ha? Pricia blinked, kept smiling, stretched out her hand to touch her stomach, rummaged around and said with a smile:

"The two of them will be very happy. This is the first time I heard that the Stitch Monster is associated with 'beautiful'."

To prevent office politics, Pricia added:

"Our undead witches are rarely described as 'beautiful'. Even if they look okay on the outside, the ghoul witch, zombie witch, ghost witch and suture witch all sound attractive."

Jiang Han showed that sweet smile, his eyes were half-squinted, the corners of his lips were raised, and his cold-colored face was filled with a warm-colored smile:

"I think you are very beautiful."

"It's my pleasure, miss." Pricia took out the sea-blue body lotion in a transparent bottle from her stomach bag and handed it to Jiang Han, who was smiling happily.

"It's really helpful. If it's convenient, please record it in the loss list." The beautiful witch took off her gloves and began to apply lotion.

Her skin looks a little red, possibly from allergies.

Priscilla looked on, mentally calculating how long it would take for her employer to become allergic.

Her eyes widened slightly, and her subconscious smile stopped for half a second.

In her sight, the red skin of the witch in front of her slowly returned to white, developing resistance at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Is this the Siren?

She resisted the urge to quietly pick off the other person's skin tissue, guessing in her mind.

The regenerative ability of the Siren Witch is among the weaker types of alien witches. It is different from the ghost witch, a race that can continue to fight even if its head is cut off, and will regenerate its head within a few hours. The Siren Witch's ability to develop resistance and regenerate her body is relatively weak.

Normally, it would take a day for them to recover even from cold symptoms.

"Gulu, Gulu..."

When Miss Jiang Han applied lotion, her cheeks puffed up subconsciously.

It doesn't look like he's angry, but rather like a hamster's serious expression. Are you serious about doing this kind of thing?

It’s not great, there’s something about this guy’s seriousness, but there’s also something about his cuteness.

... Pricia marked the "Witch Observation Diary" in her heart, which is not to say that she was captured by this cuteness.

Cute witches are everywhere, and only a woman of the Bronze Chastity and Forbidden Fishing type like Dinisha would have the pessimistic thought that "there are no more cute witches in this world."

This is a curiosity-seeking mentality.

For example, if you know that there are 150 variations of fireball, you go home and check the spell cabinet and say, "Wow, I have 149 variations!" ', and then I saw a fireball spell book that I had never seen before. At this time, whether it was "This is the 150th type" or "Could this be the 151st type?", I would like to record it. , take a good look, right?

... She looked with hidden eyes, the corners of her mouth turned up a little more, she took out the itinerary notepad from her pocket, and coughed lightly:

"Miss, our trip is basically completed today, but it is a little faster than expected, so we can choose to explore further, or turn around and go back to the castle to start sorting out samples, materials, soil sampling data, ore analysis, and waiting The other two ladies came back…”

"Why are you..." Jiang Han interrupted her, then looked a little shy, shook his head, snorted inadvertently, and pinched his fingers casually but actually a little nervously.

There's no need to be polite like this, really, no need.

I have only seen this kind of courtesy among some land people, oh, and witches.

... Pricia smiled and motioned for the other party to continue.

Although it was a little strange that the employer had to obtain the consent of the head maid or the butler before speaking, Pricia had seen as many as nine thousand weird things in her long ghost career, so she pretended that nothing had happened. This slightly weird employer.

Jiang Han was silent for a moment, then looked like "I just said it because I couldn't help it" and asked:

"Why, why do you call me Miss, but you call Lin Qiang and Qin Shunying Madam?"

ha?

Even in her long life as a ghost, this was the first time Pricia met an employer who was curious and confused about the title.

That is, this question.

It's the first experience.

This is a strange question that has never happened before.

Hey, Miss Dinisa, it was negotiation that saved you.

... Priscilla immediately remembered that if Dinisha hadn’t been hired as a housekeeper this time because she really had something to do, Dinisha might have come over to work for the first two weeks, and then she might have handed it over to a man named Hist. Leah's ghost witch will take over for one to two months, and the remaining time will be left to herself.

The reason why she thought of Dinisha was because Pricia thought that Dinisha's lack of facial expressions and rigid thinking might not be able to answer this question.

Pricia thought about it for a while, while her ghostly brain was operating at the speed of a centrifuge turning it into paste. She smiled and replied:

"Because you are cute, I am used to calling cute people 'Miss'."

Jiang Han nodded with sudden realization, and then asked curiously:

"That means...Qin Shunying and the others are not cute enough?"

Gu, who sent you? Dinisha? Or Historia? Pricia kept her smile unchanged:

"Are they more dignified and beautiful?"

"Then I'm not dignified and serious?" Jiang Han's face bulged again. Unexpectedly, that small face and the face of a cold woman should look as stiff as Dinisha's. , but the expression is full of expressiveness...

Is this because he is angry? ha? Miss, your moodiness is really weird and cute.

Also, I didn’t say ‘dignified and upright’, I said ‘dignified and beautiful’!

Priscilla still smiled and looked calm:

"Because Miss, you are dignified, cute, serious, and beautiful."

"Well, am I so good?" Jiang Han felt happy, but his ice-colored eyes looked a little aggrieved.

If there were animal ears, they would probably be soft and attached to the head.

It’s so troublesome, it’s so troublesome. You woman, don’t be so insecure in this kind of situation where ‘you can say what others are bragging about’!

... Pricia sighed again. It was really the negotiation and performance that saved Dinisha. But if it were Dinisha, this atmosphere would not be allowed to enter the refrigerator and then be rated with 1 star?

She kept smiling and said softly:

"You are much more beautiful than I imagined. I have seen many beautiful things in my life, but in these few minutes, I feel like I have spent my whole life."

"Thank you, your words reminded me of Anjie." Jiang Han became energetic again and said curiously, "Although I thought you were a bit like Dinisha at first, but later, I thought you were more like Anjie, um, restraint A version of her? Ah, you know Anjie, right?"

There is no witch on this planet who doesn't know her, and I also... Pricia felt the old injury on her back, and there seemed to be a faint pain.

Although she has become a ghost, and although the witch can heal her wounds, the pain left by the past, the unforgettable pain, will always be preserved.

Pricia's smile became even brighter:

"Well, I know her, the master of the King's Scepter, the nearly omniscient and omnipotent witch."

"Anjie likes to say this kind of thing just like you." Jiang Han laughed and curled her hair unconsciously with her fingers. She half-squinted one eye, "But you are definitely better than her. I'm sure, you are talking about this." In terms of speaking, you are definitely better than her."

Looking at the happy Jiang Han, Pricia laughed at herself:

Yeah? I don't think so.

After laughing, Jiang Han did not forget the formality. He rubbed his hands together and breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the huge mountains in the distance:

"Continue to explore. I want to find that dragon. I sensed a trace of its aura before. It must be in the mountains."

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