Chapter 284 The Mysterious Witch in the Black Alley

"According to the usual rules, a group of ships should arrive at the port tonight, and there may be a ship you need to find, Miss."

After flipping through the recent vessel arrival records, the clerk adjusted his glasses and spoke.

After listening to this, the girl tilted her head, slightly puzzled, "Are you sure it's tonight?"

In this age when radio was not yet widespread and transmission distances were limited, how did he know that a ship would definitely arrive tonight.

"It's not surprising that I have worked here for more than three years, and I still understand it very well." Seeing Roland Hill talking to himself, Allison seemed to be ready to explain.

"The arrival time of ships from other surrounding areas is uncertain, but if they come from the south, it is basically a three-day batch, which is related to the situation at sea." He took out a piece of paper and simply drew the port. and the outline of the coast, and then circled in the southeast corner.

"There is a group of vicious sawtooth fish living in this sea area. Well, their rapid swimming is a great threat to ships." Allison described those sea fish with sharp teeth, many of which were Become a low-level monster.

"But fortunately, if there is enough food, they won't attack passing ships."

"So, if you want to pass through this sea area, generally ships from the south will gather at Yedeng Harbor. When the number of people is almost there, they will pay some money together and hire a boat specializing in pulling fish and minced meat to open the way in front of the port. "

"After arriving at this sea area, keep throwing the offal prepared by the ship, and those sawtooth fish will eat around underwater instead of attacking the ships behind, so that they can safely pass through this sea area."

"So, in order to wait and gather together for the ships heading north, they often come in three-day groups, which has almost become an established habit."

"So it is." After hearing this, Roland Hill understood the reason.

"What time is it at night?"

"What time? This is uncertain. If it is early, it is 7 o'clock in the evening. If there is a small situation, it may be 1-2 o'clock in the middle of the night to arrive at the port. It is uncertain about matters at sea."

Hearing this, the girl was also generally clear. She nodded lightly and thanked the clerk for the answer. She hesitated again when she wanted to leave, and then took out a silver coin from her arms and placed it on the table.

"Thank you for your answer, I think I will ask you some questions in the future."

Seeing the silver coin on the table, the clerk was not in a hurry to accept it, but responded restrainedly, "This is what I should do, this lady."

Then the girl turned and left, and he picked up the silver coin, looked at it carefully, and put it back in his clothes pocket.

Is a silver coin too much? It's not too much. His monthly salary is about 16 silver coins, but if you want to say less, that's not a lot. After all, you can get two days' wages by simply answering a few words.

Jackdaw Port is located in the remote and cold north, and the residents in the surrounding areas are relatively poor. The business here can only be maintained, and the profit is not large, and it is difficult for the staff of the port to get any oil and water.

The only thing that is gratifying is that the daily work is not too busy, and there is not much interest, and naturally there are many fewer conflicts. There are not even gangs and the like on the dock of this port.

You must know that some ports with developed commerce and trade, out of various needs, or simply wanting to get a share of the rich trade, are always secretly full of struggles, and many chambers of commerce have to spend some money on those ports. small gang organization.

These people may not be able to accomplish anything, but they are still very good at sabotage. When handling goods casually, bumping, wasting, stealing, replacing, etc., the people of the Chamber of Commerce will have a headache.

After all, not every chamber of commerce is like the big chambers of commerce such as Karites and Khris. They have extremely sufficient manpower, and there are branches and warehouses all over the place. In many cases, in order to save costs, they can only compromise with the three religions on the wharf.

After packing up the silver coins, the clerk returned to a leisurely state. There was no one in the morning, and the windows and locations of colleagues were far apart. Everyone was used to fishing during this time period. Some of them would read popular novels recently. Some also copied certain books to make some extra money.

It's just that Ai Lusen was not like a few colleagues. The hands he saw just now appeared in his mind, and he kept thinking about it carefully, and the pen in his hand quickly sketched on the paper, as if he wanted to The scene seen is reproduced.

It is a pity that even if it is roughly drawn, it is always a little bit lacking in charm.

Finally, with the passage of time, the picture in his mind began to deform and distort, and it was a little blurry and difficult to determine. At this time, he had to stop writing and sigh.

"It would be nice to have a look at it again."

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After leaving the port hall, the girl continued to walk around the streets of this small town, looked at the local customs, then ate at the restaurant, and returned to the hotel to rest in the afternoon.

She was going to sleep early and go to the port at night.

Just like that, I took a nap on the side of the bed with my pillow in my arms. Charlie wasn't there for a while, and the room was quiet, except for the fire in the fireplace, which was burning slightly, making some slight noises.

When night came, Roland Hill after a rest went out directly after dinner.

At about 7 o'clock, the sky was completely dark.

Compared with the coldness of the day, the streets at night are a lot warmer. The orange lights of the windows on the street, the voices of people and the smell of cooking from time to time bring a lot of fireworks.

Roland Hill walked in the night wind, pulled up his hat, and walked towards the pier with light steps.

However, when she was passing by a street alley, she stopped.

In the eyes of others, this is a dull and dark alley, and it seems that there is also a dead end in it, which is used to store debris.

Now, a faint black fog shrouded this place, and its sense of existence has declined again. I am afraid that someone passing by will not see that there is an alley on the side of the street.

However, as a witch, or a high-level superhuman, Roland Hill still heard the conversation in the fog.

"Good evening, unfamiliar Miss Quail." This voice was slightly enchanting and lazy, and seemed to have bad intentions.

"Good evening, senior." A slightly familiar voice from Roland Hill came from the fog, and his voice seemed a little nervous and worried.

"No, no, I'm not your senior." There was a refusal and a slight mockery in that voice.

"I don't know if your elders have taught you that it is a great offense to casually impart knowledge in other people's areas." Now, there was a hint of coldness in the enchanting voice, which made people shiver.

"I... I've heard a little bit." The answer was a little trembling.

"Very well, then I don't have to bother explaining it. Get out of here tonight, and you're not allowed to tell anyone else."

"Can you give me a few days of grace?" The younger one answered, and he was a little afraid of the other party, but he couldn't bear to give up.

"Heh, grace? It's already a great respect for me to keep you alive, this lady witch." There was a mocking sarcasm in his voice.

witch? Hearing this word, Roland Hill suddenly remembered the sound he heard during the day, and now it is exactly right.

The young, answering voice should be the lady witch she saw in front of the cafe's door during the day, and her name seems to be Herron.

Isn't she popular with many locals? Why did she appear here? Thinking of this, Roland Hill finally decided to observe the situation carefully.

For this reason, her figure gradually became blurred and transparent, and then, temporarily transformed into a ghost form, she floated lightly, and her blue eyes passed through the cover of the black mist, looking at the real scene.

Two witches wearing different styles of clothes are facing each other in the alley.

The inner one was wearing a dark blue witch's robe, and his face was hidden under a wide witch hat, which was indistinct, and he had a black feather shawl around his shoulders.

And near the entrance of the alley is the witch Heron who has heard the voice during the day. She seems to be young. She wears a brown bodysuit under her black robe, and is also matched with a short leather skirt. Her legs are Wrapped in black thick fleece stockings, it has a trendy look.

At this moment, the voice of the witch in black feathers was cold, and she slowly raised one hand from her side, holding a small black wand in it, like a musician's baton.

The wand swung down with the movement of the wrist, fixed in the air, and the tip of the wand pointed directly at Miss Herron who was standing there.

"Or, I should teach you well for your elders. Some things cannot be easily overstepped."

As the voice fell, a cold breath emerged in the alley, and five twisted blue light spots appeared and circled around her. They were evil spirits enslaved by the necromantic sequence, which could bite the enemy's soul and destroy consciousness. exist.

"Yes... I'm sorry, I was wrong, I'm very sorry." Miss Herron was frightened by the sudden appearance of the evil spirit, and lowered her head in a panic.

"Unfortunately, it's already too late, hum." Seeing the young witch bowing her head in front of her, the one inside was very happy, but she still didn't stop.

The black wand was swung down, and the evil spirits let out a silent cry, and then flew out, their trajectory erratically pounced on Heron who was standing at the entrance of the alley.

"Damn."

At this time, Heron didn't take any chances. She kicked her footsteps and jumped back quickly to avoid the sudden attack of the evil spirit. Then the young lady put her hand into her waist, and a small brass lantern was caught by her. Pull down, hold it in the palm of your hand.

Just like the sound of a bell, the old brass lantern burst into orange halo ripples, spreading around her side, oscillating the evil spirits attacking from her side, and then starting to emit transparent flames.

These raiding evil spirits roared and burned, and their stature gradually faded.

"Oh, it's the inheritance of 'Warm Oak'." Seeing this move revealed by Heron, the older witch seemed to be very familiar and thought of something in the past.

"I didn't expect that there are people in your lineage who have passed it down. I thought I had left the northern border long ago."

"Then I can't tolerate you now, the descendant of the Oak Witch!" The more the last few words were reached, the tone of the voice became heavier and stronger, so much so that there was a kind of gnashing contempt and disgust.

The witch held a magic wand and quickly sketched in the air. The blue characters and patterns were rapidly formed. The huge magic power began to gather. The prototype of magic.

The turbulent airflow lifted the robe and black feather shawl from time to time, and Roland Hill finally saw the face under the witch's hat at this time.

The originally black pupils were now showing a faint blue brilliance, and one by one changing runes were formed in them.

'Eye of the Nether Devouring Strangle! ‘

Several blue veined talismans bloomed in the air, and then shrank violently, absorbing all the surrounding magic power, spurting out like a streamer, streaking through a flexible trajectory, and piercing the Heron witch at the entrance of the alley.

In the face of the enemy's spellcasting, the Heron witch also hurriedly prepared, untied a string of wooden cards hanging from her waist, and threw it out like playing cards.

float in the air.

These palm-sized wooden plaques have long been engraved with patterns and enchanted, and now they quickly form a brown-yellow barrier in the air, in which magic power flows, constantly strengthening and strengthening, like a yellow crystal wall.

It's a pity that these seemingly solid barriers were directly pierced and penetrated by the swimming blue streamer, and Roland Hill could even hear the faint sound of shattering.

The faint blue streamer that penetrated the barrier, some brushed past Heron, some slashed across the epidermis, leaving slender bloodshots and wounds, and some penetrated it directly, leaving several blood. Hole.

Suddenly, the huge pain overwhelmed Heron's neural perception, causing her body to lose strength. She knelt on the ground, and the brass lantern she held in her hand rolled to the side, making a few metallic tremors and echoes, and then gradually. return to peace.

"Is it so weak? I saw that you were so stubborn before, and thought you had some hidden means." The witch in the black and blue robe smiled contemptuously, and then walked slowly forward.

"The Oak Witch has been dead for hundreds of years. You descendants don't hide and leave the North, but you still strutting down the street. Is it understandable that you look down on us witches who follow Lady Grey Raven. "

Lady Grey Crow, the Prophet of Wisdom Eyes, is the honorific title for the witch of Wisdom Eyed Raven, Ggared, and the witches of their line are often marked by the black feather shawl of the Raven, and they have a great reputation in the north. the right to speak.

Recalling the information she had inquired in the past, Roland Hill began to search for the oak witch's information again, but there was nothing about this one. She didn't even know that there was such a witch in the past.

It stands to reason that even if there is no harmony between witches, there should not be such a huge conflict.

Even Tidais and Si Ye and the others are now able to maintain their apparent peace and sit down to drink tea and chat together.

However, if she doesn't come out at this time, this Miss Herron will probably die here.

The black-feathered witch below waved her wand again, and the blue-quenched magic began to gather on it, gradually condensing into a cold ice crystal stabbing sword, and her footsteps were getting closer and closer to Heron, who was sitting on the ground.

"Can you stop for a while?"

When the ice crystal stabbing sword stabbed Heron, a blue and smoke-like long sword emerged in the void, held it up, and then a mysterious girl emerged in the dark night.

The black hair swayed in the night wind, and the bright blue in the pupils was clear and pure. As the voice fell, the surrounding black fog also dissipated, and the cold starlight entered this hidden alley.

Even if she no longer had any extra movements, the witch with black feathers did not dare to move, just because on the long sword she was holding, one after another blue butterflies flew up and surrounded her.

So beautiful, yet so deadly, that the depths of the soul felt a stinging pain in the cold.

That is the butterfly that is enough to annihilate the soul, the great witch of the undead sequence of the past, the inheritance of Trinasha, the butterfly of time.