V1.Chapter 43

White Horse City.

This city is much more prosperous than Amber City. Although there is no convenient transportation, the history it has accumulated is also very rare in the entire south. There is no need to mention many deeds. In the center of the city, there is still the head of a red dragon, although only the bones are left. The adventurers who built the White Horse City at the beginning killed an evil red dragon here. The dragon's wealth supported them to expand the influence of the White Horse City, and eventually became a trade center in the southwest.

There is a luxurious old house north of the town hall.

The former owner is said to be a baron, but unfortunately later contracted a strange disease and died not long after.

The old house changed hands several times, and then welcomed a new owner.

It is said to be a widowed lady who once caused quite a stir in White Horse City because of her beauty and her wealth. It is a pity that this widowed lady lives in seclusion. Not only does she have no interest in any noble banquets, but she seldom even deals with other noble classes. So gradually she was excluded from the noble circle, and only every once in a while could see her servants driving a carriage to take her to the manor outside the city.

This widowed lady is so rich!

Not only did she buy some of the most lively shops in White Horse City, she also had a large manor outside the city.

certainly.

Her backstage is also said to be very hard, otherwise it is impossible for a ** to keep such a rich property.

The mysterious caravan mistress came here.

The servant who had been waiting for a long time greeted her respectfully, the maid took off her shawl for her, and then led her to a large room.

The ground is covered with a soft goose down carpet. This fine alchemy weaving is the pursuit of many lower-class nobles, but now it seems that cheap cloth is covering the entire room. A coquettish-looking woman was lying on a large ebony rocking chair and reading a book. Her long black hair was casually draped behind her, and she was wearing a pure white pajamas. The neckline was slightly open, revealing a plump and full chest. .

"Mother."

The hostess of the caravan leaned over slightly and said slowly, "I have already brought what you want."

"I don't understand."

"Why do I need to send me a Vientiane Impermanence card in person? You should know that I am doing some very important research."

The coquettish woman stood up casually.

The pajamas she was wearing also slipped a bit, but she wasn't interested in sorting it out, and she didn't seem to mind showing off her beautiful figure in front of her daughter, but smiled softly and said, "Gloria."

"Did you not find it special for so long?"

"It's not a card of impermanence."

"It's the highest achievement of alchemy in a certain era - the card of destiny!"

This is a Northland witch.

The age of the witch cannot be judged based on her appearance. She came to the caravan hostess, reached out and took a box made of black metal, and said slowly: "The idiots of the Witch Council have owned it for so long, but they are not. Still nothing has been found."

"It should have been handed over to me long ago."

The white fingers opened the box, and the coquettish woman gently stroked a mysterious card stored in it, and a strange brilliance burst out in her eyes.

"Fate card."

"The legendary key to becoming a lucky person!"

The card in the hand of the coquettish woman disappeared out of thin air. This is a storage technique commonly used by high-level wizards.

"My good daughter."

The coquettish woman lay lazily on the soft big bed, playing with her long hair boredly, and said casually, "Have you encountered anything interesting during this journey?"

"Since being imprisoned in this cage, I haven't encountered anything of interest for a long time."

"I really want to leave like this."

The caravan hostess frowned slightly. She took a serious look at the woman in front of her and said slowly, "Mother."

"Please don't forget that you are still receiving banishment from the council."

"Because of your forbidden experiment at the Root of Deadwood, the area within 50 kilometers has become a place of death!"

"If it hadn't been for Parliament to pay the price to concede."

"I'm afraid the Northland Druid Order has already launched a hunt for you, and the result waiting for you is nothing more than a natural judgment."

The coquettish woman giggled and shrugged mischievously like a girl, but her expression was a little sinister and said: "Gloria."

"It's just a little accident that happened in an interesting experiment."

"Those brainless druids are so stubborn!"

The caravan's hostess's expression became serious, and she said seriously, "Mother."

"The elemental energy from the roots of the dead tree has caused terrible damage. The geological structure there has been completely changed. The intensity of energy radiation has reached Grade A. The energy penetration of the element plane is very serious. I am afraid that there will be no grass in the next 500 years!"

"Is this just a little accident in your mouth?"

"If it wasn't for the Eye of the North to apologize in person, I am afraid that the legendary shapeshifter who lives in seclusion in the Ice and Snow Mountains will also take action against you in person!"

The smile on the coquettish woman's face stopped abruptly, and her expression was a little unbearable: "It's just a guy who can change into a dragon but can't breathe a dragon."

"I'm not afraid... I'm not afraid of him!..."

The hostess of the caravan showed a rare smile. She seemed to enjoy her mother's shriveled expression and said slowly, "Mother."

"Fifty years of banishment is not a serious punishment."

"Besides, you are not really imprisoned. The Eye of the North still favors your talent! But once you leave privately and are known by the Druids, then they have the right to judge you naturally!"

"At that time, even the Eye of the North couldn't save you."

"The Druid Order is still troubled by balancing the energy of the Deadwood Root. The Council of Witches even sent twelve high-ranking witches to assist. Their anger has accumulated for a long time."

"The council itself has a lot of resentment about cleaning up the mess you left behind!"

The coquettish woman's face was finally unbearable, her slender eyebrows were raised, and she said with a stern face: "Enough."

"Those old-fashioned guys just don't understand the significance of what I'm doing."

"If it works!"

"I can start a new era."

The hostess of the caravan gave her a look, and instead of flinching, she said to each other, "Mother."

"But your experiment failed."

"So you have to bear the consequences of things."

It was as if a powder keg exploded.

The coquettish woman was so angry that her eyebrows stood on end, she threw the book in her hand to the ground, and said dissatisfiedly, "Enough!"

"Is that how you talk to your mother?"

The hostess of the caravan finally calmed down. She bent down to pick up the book and said softly, "Mother."

"I respect you and love you."

"But that doesn't change my position as a witch!"

"You told me once."

"When our strength can't solve the problem, faith is our last card." (Many spells of the Northland witch rely on cards to cast)

The coquettish woman sighed softly, and waved her hand rather tiredly: "Go out."

The hostess of the caravan hesitated for a moment, then said slowly: "On the way here, I encountered some interesting things."

"If you want to hear it, I can talk to you."

The coquettish woman glanced at her, and then showed an expression of listening intently.

Although it is only limited to the vicinity of White Horse City in name, there has been someone secretly monitoring her, and the scope of her activities is limited to the residence and the manor outside, and the only time to go to the manor is to deal with the mission of the witch council. Any unusual behavior on her part will elicit annoying warnings and potentially lead to more serious exile (captivity). The Northland Druid Order has designated her as the most dangerous target, and almost all the druids in the world know her name. Ever since she was exiled to White Horse City, digital druids have been secretly monitoring her every move.

The hostess of the caravan sorted out the language and said slowly: "On the way here, I met two interesting people."

"A man and a little girl."

"It's a brother and sister."

"That man is actually very ordinary, just a relatively clever wanderer."

"But I found out later that he was also a little unusual, because his soul was actually weaker than ordinary people. If he didn't make a deal with the devil, then he had suffered a serious soul trauma."

"If it's the former, he should have the aura of the abyss. If it's the latter, it's very difficult for him to survive."

When the coquettish woman heard the words, she showed a very interested expression, and suddenly interrupted: "My good daughter."

"Then why didn't you kill him?"

"As long as his soul is imprisoned, he should be able to figure it out."

The hostess of the caravan looked a little ugly. She took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Mother. This is just a little curiosity, and it shouldn't take a person's life for this."

The coquettish woman curled her lips nonchalantly and said, "Maybe that person's soul is very valuable?"

"All right."

"You keep talking."

The hostess of the caravan sighed in her heart, as if she felt helpless towards her mother, and continued, "It was the little girl who really surprised me."

"She's very special."

"Although it's hard for me to tell her what's special about her, her talent is really amazing. If it wasn't for her lack of divine power, I would even think she was the legendary child of God."

"It's a pity they were full of wariness."

"Seems wary of anyone, it's hard for me to know more from them!"

The coquettish woman showed a disapproving expression, her eyes flickered for a moment, and she said inexplicably, "Pedantism."

"In this case, a spell to charm humans can be solved. If the opponent's will is strong, you can consider casting a violent charm."

"Why is it so troublesome."

The caravan mistress frowned again and said slowly, "The power of magic should not be abused."

"And they're not evil people."

"I can feel that the relationship between them is very deep, and sometimes even I am very envious."

"Keep in mind your bottom line, so as not to lose your way in the pursuit of strength."

The coquettish woman pouted, stretched out her hand and pulled up the slipping pajamas, covering the plumpness exposed on her chest, playing with her taste: "Good girl."

"Your position seems to have shifted from the neutrality that the witches follow. If I didn't know, I would have thought you were a group of dead-headed paladins!"

The hostess of the caravan seemed to have no interest in continuing. She turned around and left and said, "Mother."

"I just keep my bottom line in mind."

"On the contrary, you should reflect on it. You are too arbitrary about many things."

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