Chapter 350

In the beautiful courtyard, Chris and Lorraine Hill meet these historical witches. Some of them are naive, some are charming, some are cold, some are kind, and they have different personalities. But on the whole, they get along well with each other, and they usually don't refuse to ask each other for help.

"Ragtiss, this is for you." Selene handed over a pink heart-shaped gem.

"Thank you, sister Selene." Despite the memory of the fantasy, but loranthel is sincere thanks.

"Happy, ragtiss, this is what you've been asking for for a long time." Said Chris.

"Happy." Although he didn't know why he was happy, Lorraine Hill followed Chris's reply.

"Well, you don't even forget it." Looking at Lorraine hill without too many emotional ups and downs, Chris immediately guessed something.

"Well..." I really don't know. After all, I'm not ragtiss, loranthel thought.

"You child, you must have forgotten to sleep again." Selene touched Lorraine Hill's head lovingly, and then said.

"It's something I've developed recently, which can keep memory in special gems and reproduce the scenes and pictures inside."

Isn't this the heritage gem? Thought the girl.

"I haven't figured out how to choose a name yet, or you two should choose one." Said Selene with a smile.

"It's called memory gem. Sister Selene is the Witch of memory purple moon." Said Chris, raising her finger.

"And ragtiss?" Selene did not use it directly, but turned to ask the ladys, who didn't want to ignore the younger generation.

"Let's call it heritage gems, which can pass on a lot of knowledge." Lorenthal said tentatively that she was just sure whether there were gems inherited in this era.

"That's a good name. I thought you would call it diary gem. After all, you just wanted to keep a diary, so you don't have to bother to write it yourself." Selene pinched Lorraine Hill's face with relief.

"That's the name."

"Asked Sister Teresa?" Asked Lorraine Hill suddenly.

"No, what's the matter?" Selene was a little curious. After all, it was nothing important.

"Nothing." Lorraine Hill shook his head.

"I think you still remember Trina Sha's name for her, Ho Ho," said Chris with a smile.

"When Trina Sha's sister is named, she always likes to add the syllable" Si "after it, because she thinks it's very cute as a girl."

"When we were picked up by Trina Sha, it was all her names. At first, we didn't feel anything. Later, when ragtiss asked about the source of Trina Sha's name, she was a little depressed."

"Because I'm special, I don't want to be like others." Lorraine Hill instinctively said this sentence, which seems to be the original owner engraved in the memory of the answer.

"All right, all right, hahaha, ragtiss is so cute." The side of a few demons also joke, the courtyard again full of laughter.

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Lorraine Hill wakes up from his sleep, and the Party of the witch seems to be just yesterday. The scene is cheerful and lively.

Did you come back? She had just come up with such an idea, but she soon found out that it was not right. She still looked like ragtiss.

The girl sitting in front of the dresser is still so lovely. Her light pink hair is tied into two spiral double ponytails, which is longer than before, and the place at the end of the hair gradually turns blue. The skirt is still blue and white, but the stockings on the feet become pure white.

How can we change it back? Lorraine hill is a little upset.

She walked around the little room and found no clue, so she had to go down the stairs, open the door and look outside.

The world is still sweet and quiet. The breeze blows, candy grows in the sugar soil, and the path made of colored hard sugar winds to the distant pool.

There was no one else in the world except her. Just as she was thinking about whether to jump into the pool, the pool was shining slightly, and then two figures came out.

The older one she is familiar with is Chris. The younger one is a blonde girl about 8-9 years old.

"Are you greeting me, ragtiss? It's rare." Chris said with the same smile as before, but this smile made Lorraine Hill vaguely feel tired.

"What's the matter, Chris“ She asked with concern.

"... nothing." Chris shook her head and pulled the little girl beside her.

"Let's meet. This is sister ragtiss." She said to the little girl.

"Ragtiss, sister, OK." The little girl was a little shy and timid, she said intermittently.

"Well, Dorothy is so good." Chris smiles.

"The child's name is Dorothy. She is a survivor of the capital of the red empire. She may also be a witch, so she wants to be fostered with you temporarily. Do you think that's ok?"

Wait, is this the girl Dorothy? Lorraine Hill didn't respond for a moment.

"I know you are afraid of trouble, but Dorothy is very obedient and a good boy." Chris hugged the child with both hands and said with a little pity.

"No problem. I'll take care of her." Lorraine Hill replied.

"That's good." With that, the three slowly returned to the hut, first let Dorothy take a bath in the light green melon bathtub, and then arranged for her to rest in bed. Soon the girl fell asleep.

"It seems that she is really tired. She has been worried these days."

Standing in front of the bed, Chris whispered to Lorraine hill, and then they slowly stepped back to a clearing outside, with white tables and chairs.

Chris picked up the white chocolate teapot, poured out the orange fruity liquid, one for each, and the two sat at the table talking.

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"The red empire is no longer there. Lord atatis was killed by the orc saints and shamans." There is a trace of sadness in her words, and then she tells about the respected rich witch.

She always likes to take the green branches and red berries, sitting under the grapevine pergola, giving the children fruit to eat.

[the sweat of farming bears fruit]

The bunches of wheat in his hand are proof of man's fellowship with the earth

[even if no one agrees... I still see it]

[for me, everyone will blossom and bear fruit]

[precious children, there's not much I can do]

[but I'll stay with you. Because I want to praise you for your efforts

Atatis often said such words, she is the elder of many witches, but also the object of everyone's sincere admiration, and such a loving witch, no longer exists in the world.

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"Ragtiss, don't worry about me." Chris finished her voice and went on.

"Your ability is not suitable for fighting, so you can stay here well, so that when we are desperate in the future, we can have a shelter."

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"Selene is in contact with the fellow demons who have lost all sides. Trinatha and heidis are now avoiding the pursuit of the enemy."

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"Maybe we have too much faith in the friendship with the elves, who are envious of our prosperity instead of taking care of and rescuing the world tree by Lord atatis. Not only was there no support, but I suspect they were also secretly involved in the fall of the imperial capital. "

"Otherwise, those great demons would not have died so easily on the battlefield."

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"Well, that's all for today. It's time for me to go." Chris took the glass and drank it down, then stood up.

"I also have to help the remnant of the Empire out of trouble. It is said that we will retreat to several islands in the endless sea. There are mermaids in the sea led by Lord Phoebe. They should help us, so we don't have to worry too much. "

"So that's it. See you next time, ragtiss. Remember to prepare toffee for me."

"It should contain the sweetest poison." She waved and her back disappeared at the end of the path.

For some reason, Lorraine Hill felt a twinge of tightness and sadness.