Chapter 285: The Weeping Oak Witch

Soothing and distant music came from the stairs below.

In the early morning, Roland Hill changed into a dark blue and bright yellow dress, lightly supported the handrail of the wooden stairs, and walked down, a quiet and soothing music slowly entered his ears.

The plucking speed of the strings is not fast, but the sound does not break, but relies on the aftertaste like water in the mountains, flowing quietly and gently surrounding.

Walking out of the exit of the stairs, Lorraine Hill looked into the lobby on the first floor of the hotel. There were now seven or eight tables with several elves and humans sitting in twos and threes. An elves poet was gently plucking the lyre in his hand in the corner. The faint singing, so soft, seems to come from a distant and nostalgic world, which makes people intoxicated.

The hall that was supposed to be noisy is now very quiet. Everyone ate quietly and enjoyed the rare music in the morning.

He made a gesture in front of the counter and asked for a piece of bread and hot milk, and Loren Hill himself came to an empty table with a plate.

She first put the puppet with her arms on the chair beside her, then she picked up the bread and ate it slowly.

The dark brown bread was sprinkled with sparse and trace amounts of sugar, and it felt a little hot to the touch. After tearing it open, a hot white gas could not wait to escape from it, and it smelled like wheat.

I have to say that the hotel arranged by the envoy this time is really good. Even if Roland Hill has traveled to so many places on the mainland, in comparison, there are few comparable.

Although the materials used are not luxurious or rare, they are carefully made and clean. It is a simple and high-quality hotel.

Put the bread in the mouth, wrap it with the tongue, and then chew it slowly, the starch gradually turns into a faint sweetness, and the brain that was drowsy in the morning slowly wakes up.

Soon after, the music gradually stopped, and there was a slight applause in the hall. Because it was still early, everyone was afraid of waking others, so they didn't beat hard.

Afterwards, the elf bard bent over to thank him, and then had breakfast with everyone. The previous performance may be part of his daily practice and habits.

Gradually, the hall became loud and lively again, and at this time our Loren Hill finished her breakfast.

Picking up Yixue, the delicate doll with silver hair and black dress, like a young lady who has not yet experienced the world, Roland Hill went out the door like this.

Luna just arrived last night and was very tired on the way. She probably won't wake up until the afternoon. In the morning, she will go to the 'Atsugi Hotel' to find Miss Herron, the witch she rescued last night.

Passing through the slightly cold street and stepping on the slate with water, the girl jumped to the hotel.

Compared to the place where Roland Hill lived, it was obviously much more noisy, and mercenaries with broad swords and half-armor could be seen coming in and out from time to time.

Some of these people even whistled when they saw Roland Hill, trying to molest this beautiful and weak girl.

The girl shook her head slightly, ignoring these people, and went directly to the hotel counter to inquire about Miss Herron's room.

"If you're looking for Witch Herron, she should have breakfast on the second floor. Come with me." After speaking, the boss wiped his hands with a towel, explained briefly to the clerk next to him, and walked out of the bar.

Although the people in this hotel are mixed, the order is still good, maybe because the boss is a retired powerful warrior. Even in winter, he still shows his arms, like iron blocks on his muscles, old scars are various, and there are knives. There are also some remnants of a sharp claw tear, and there is a very obvious trace from the cheek to the neck, which makes people sigh that his amazing vitality can actually survive from such an injury.

Facing the noisy hall, the boss used a pair of thick and strong arms to open the way in front of him. Those palms were bigger than the two hands of Roland Hill combined, and like iron tongs, he pushed aside the mercenaries who had been drinking and boasting in the early morning. , and then to the top of the stairs.

After entering the stairs, the sound suddenly became much quieter, but the smell of old millet piled up also came from the tip of the nose, slightly dark and damp.

Following behind the boss, the girl only felt that every time the other person stepped down, the planks of the stairs would vibrate down, which made her worry about whether the fragile stairs could continue to be supported.

Fortunately, the second floor is not far.

"It's here." The boss moved his back, and Roland Hill saw the situation in the lobby on the second floor. There are also many guests here for breakfast, but the clothes are obviously much more gentle than those downstairs. She even saw one with gold The little aristocrat with silk glasses flipped through the magazines printed in the high circles recently.

In this era of high printing costs, buying magazines can be said to be a luxury consumption.

Witch Herron was sitting at the corner table at the moment. She was wearing a black robe and looked like those ancient wizards who were invisible. She was eating breakfast unintentionally at the moment, and her attention had long been attracted by the newspaper in front of her. The milk is now also cold.

Loren Hill thanked the boss, then walked over with the doll Yixue.

Year of the Double Rose, October 9

"The army of the griffins, united under the queen's banner, is gathering towards the new rose castle"

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"Mysterious news in the Emerald Forest, the elves also want a civil war? 》

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"The messenger of the sanctuary visits the eastern border of the empire, will this bring about changes"

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"The new fresh-keeping cabinets are becoming popular among the nobles, if you want to eat the most delicious food"

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The Tragedy of Titania

, the still weeping city of smog"

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"The Fifteen Counties and Provinces in the Northern Territory Begin to Migrate Residents..."

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"Popular Changes, From Red and Green Roses to Red and White Roses"

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"The Knights of Champions Conference is expected to be held in the spring of next year, and the winner will be awarded by Her Majesty Queen Aveline"

Although it is a newspaper, it is not available every day. Newspapers in this era are only available in some cities, with three issues a month and limited content, but they are still very popular among nobles and wealthy people. After all, it is really important to have the latest information. .

It is said that this was handled by a wizarding organization and made a lot of profits for the organization.

When Lorraine Hill sat gently in front of Miss Herron, this man woke up from the news in the newspaper.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting, sir." She put away the newspaper a little embarrassedly, and quickly ate the rest of the food.

After that, he adjusted his clothes a little, and after hesitating for a second or two, he took off the black hood, revealing the dark chestnut hair underneath.

The dark chestnut hair looks softer, with a little spiral at the end, revealing a bit of cuteness of a girl, making Roland Hill realize that the witch in front of her is actually only in her 20s and not too old.

Shaking his head to show he didn't care, Roland Hill spoke.

"I didn't expect it to be chestnut-colored hair. It's very beautiful. The light was bad last night, and I thought it was black." Roland Hill didn't say anything serious at the beginning, and eased the atmosphere a little.

Hearing the girl's compliment, Heron was a little excited, but he resisted to show it, but he proudly introduced his origins in the following words.

"My father has short chestnut-brown hair. He is from the Western Region. He worked as a mercenary and a small businessman in his early years, and then settled in the Northern Region."

"My mother's hair is indeed black. My grandfather ran a pharmacy, and my mother helped in it when I was young. Once my father came to the pharmacy to buy herbs and medicines because of an injury, and then I met my mother."

"Because my grandfather didn't want his daughter to go far, my father settled down in that town and the two got married."

"Then how did you become a witch? I heard that the inheritance of witches is not open to the public." Loren Hill held the doll and looked curiously at this Miss Herron.

"Me, that has to start with an accident when I was a child..." Heron slowly stroked his hair with his hands, falling into memory.

"I was about 10 years old. I lost my way in the forest because of playfulness. At that time, I walked to an uninhabited cemetery."

"It's a very special cemetery, there are no roads around there, only tall oak trees, and it's very quiet, you can't even hear birds chirping..."

Even after many years, Miss Herron still remembers the scene of that day clearly.

Under the dark shade of trees, incomplete stone tablets stood quietly, many of which were covered with moss, and even the text on them was somewhat unclear.

The tombstone is in the shape of a ring, surrounding a dead oak tree in the center. The oak tree seems to have been broken by lightning, and most of it is charred black, as long as a small part of the branches still grow green leaves.

Heron, who couldn't get out of the forest, was tired and hungry and was very frightened at the time. He crouched in the corner of the dilapidated cemetery and wept in a low voice.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and the surrounding is getting darker and darker, and her heart is getting more and more fearful.

She didn't know how long she cried, her voice was hoarse, and she buried her head in her knees.

Until there were slight footsteps in the quiet darkness.

At that moment, she was terrified, thinking that some undead woke up at night, and heard from the old people that these undead would devour the flesh and blood of living people, and then make them like herself.

Heron wanted to run at that time, but unfortunately everything was extremely dark, starless and moonless night, even if it was one meter in front of him, he could not see at all, as if his eyes never existed and opened.

She fell to the ground, a tiny hole in the palm of her hand was pierced by a stone, and she felt a burning pain. The soil was stained between her fingers and her head hit an unknown stone tablet, dark and dark.

Finally, like a match, an orange lantern lit up at night, and two figures in black robes stood quietly in front of her.

"It's amazing, how did she come in, she has no power at all." One of them said, the female voice in her voice was beautiful.

"Perhaps it's just a coincidence of fate. This is due to the influence of the tree-shade circle, and it will only open once every three years. This child is really lucky or unfortunate." The other's voice was much older, with a little kindness. .

"Do you want to accept her? Now our inheritance is about to be cut off. This may be His Highness's last revelation."

"The legacy of the witch, the inheritance of the witch, maybe it should be retired... I had given up hope, but this child..."

The aged voice sighed with emotion, then slowly bent down and picked Herron up.

When those hands touched him, Heron felt as if he was being held up by withered roots, and the skin on his wrists was rough.

A faint halo appeared, and the pain on her body gradually disappeared, and then she quickly entered a peaceful sleep.

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"Since then, I began to follow Grandma Aifona to learn all kinds of knowledge necessary for witches, from the identification of herbs to the casting of spells, from the production of potions to the familiarity of history and so on."

"Every afternoon, I would go to look for her under the oak tree house in the forest. Occasionally, Grandma Aifona would prepare some snacks for me. That was also the happiest time of my childhood."

"The 'Warm Oak' witch school is the follower and inheritance of the Oak Witch, but the Oak Witch passed away hundreds of years ago, so our school is slowly withering away." Miss Herron finally introduced her school. .

"Actually, a long, long time ago, I was talking about the chaotic era at the beginning of the Third Epoch after the Quicksilver Dynasty fell apart."

"At that time, there were several large and small countries in the north. Because they had just left the Mercury Dynasty, some systems and traditions were still preserved, and many nobles still had witches around them to serve them."

"The necromantic sequence is banned, and other sequences have been vigorously developed again, and the 'Oak Witch' Lorraine is an existence that is good at natural sequences."

"After the disintegration of the dynasty, the original policy on immigration and resettlement in the north no longer existed, and a large number of support materials were no longer available. The winter became more and more difficult, and many people died in the night because of hunger and cold, or Attacked by wild beasts such as demon wolves wandering in the mountains, disappeared and died."

"Countries big and small are busy with wars and turn a blind eye to what's going on below."

"And at this time, Her Royal Highness Lorraine appeared. As a witch born in a new era, she has experienced a lot of grief, so she wants to change the situation in the north."

"The witch named after the oak, wherever she goes, the oak tree stands tall and grows like a giant, blocking the wind and snow, and then asks people to build a tree house in the oak tree as a home, and use the thick tree wall to maintain it in the wind and snow. warmth."

"In this way, many people survived because of her favor, and the reputation of the Oak Witch gradually spread in the north."

"In the middle of summer, people pick up oak seed stocks, and in winter, people sit around in warm tree houses and cook acorns to survive hunger."

"There are more and more people following His Royal Highness Lorraine, and the 'Warm Oak' witch school was established at this time."

"This violet-haired witch often wears dark green and brown clothes and walks among the forests, and there are always celebrations wherever she goes."

"People gathered together in villages surrounded by oak trees, lighting bonfires, and dancing. At that time, there were very few big cities in the north. Most of them were villages like this, or small towns with treehouses."

"Then, how did the oak witch die? If it is a witch, it is not a problem even if she lives for thousands of years." Roland Hill continued to ask curiously.

"Because of the war, or because of an overly simplistic ideal, Her Royal Highness Lorraine, the 'Oak Witch Without Weeping', died at the age of 27."

"Even if the 'Warm Oak' expands into the largest witch faction in the North, it still cannot change this regrettable fact."

"If you give Her Royal Highness Lorraine a little more time to grow up, the North will definitely not be what it is now."

"It will be a forest country standing proudly in the cold wind, an ideal place to isolate the frost, a warm cradle of eternity."

"However, since His Royal Highness Lorraine is gone, everything will slowly dissipate." Speaking of this, Herron's voice was filled with melancholy and sadness.

The death of a human being and the death of a witch also represent the dissipation of a certain possibility.

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Starting tomorrow, it will resume normal updates. It is estimated that I will take two days off between the 2nd and 5th, because I have to go back to my hometown, and I will update it every other time at other times. 0 0/

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