Templar Empire, Duchy of Espedo, Sega Steppe.

On the vast grassland, the breeze caresses, the warm sunshine shines, and the endless green makes people feel indescribably comfortable. On the grassland, scattered flocks of sheep silently graze with their heads down, bleating from time to time, adding a touch of vitality.

Because the flock of sheep is not dense, the east flock, the west flock, it seems that there are not so many, but if you count carefully, there are as many as 500 sheep in this area.

Among the flock, there are many young sheep who have not been born long ago, and they are curious about the outside world, and as they walk, they break away from the sheep and walk towards the deserted places, and even aim at the lush forests in the northwest of the Sega steppe.

As soon as he took two steps, the lamb's dangerous instinct struck like a violent wind, and it seemed that some beast was lurking around, staring at him with hideous, bloodthirsty eyes.

The lamb bleated in horror, turned around and ran back to his mother. Snuggled up to his mother, shivering, afraid to leave the flock again.

On the hillside near the flock, there is a large tree that is at least a hundred years old, lush and green, and under the shade of the leaves, a large shady area is formed around it.

In the shadows, many sheep lay there, snuggling and licking each other, everything was so quiet and peaceful, it seemed that time had been slowed down a lot.

Among the flocks, there was a young girl with a sheep-herding stick, about sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a simple and wide dark gray skirt, with a white bib in front of the skirt, and a long cape made of wool to protect her shoulders from the wind, which was a common peasant woman dress in the Middle Ages in Europe.

She had long, thick black hair, which had fallen to her waist even if it had been braided into two sheep and scorpion braids on the left and right.

The girl's skin is fair and delicate, with a high nose bridge, big eyes, and eyes as clear as flawless blue crystals, as if the whole world is contained.

Her beauty is not stunning, but it is enough to tug at the heartstrings of many people.

Merely...... The appearance of a girl is the standard appearance of Europeans and Americans, but at the eyebrows, it looks a little like an Asian.

After thinking about it, maybe the word mixed race is more suitable for her.

The girl kept her eyes half-squinted, leaning against the back of the tree, and enjoying the shade of the tree, until she noticed that one of the lambs was trying to break away from the flock, and then she glared angrily. Seeing the lamb obediently running back to the flock, the girl stretched her waist and stood up.

"Alright, it's time to start today's broadcast gymnastics. (Old English)"

The girl stretched out her arms and drew them in an arc, then took a deep breath, raised her voice suddenly, and jumped to her feet.

"Burn my calories!" (Chinese)

The flock of resting sheep was awakened by the girl's voice and jumped to their feet. But after discovering that it was the neurotic master of his own house, he lowered his ears, ignored someone, turned around, and stayed away from here, leaving the girl with a dashing back, and went to eat her own grass.

"The first sentence when I get up every day~ Cheer myself up first! Every time I eat an extra grain of rice~ I have to say I'm sorry!Magic Mirror, Magic Mirror, look at me~ Where is my collarbone!Beautiful~ I want to be beautiful~ I want to become a heartthrob!"

The girl sang and danced, and the big skirt and long braids all stepped on the joyful singing and jumped.

After a song, a song was followed by a little apple.

"Light up the fire of my life ~ fire fire fire ~"

The sheep around the girl silently distanced themselves from her again.

In this way, the maiden was happily doing radio gymnastics in the steppes with only sheep and her Sega.

After dozens of songs, the girl stopped with a sweaty face, wiped the sweat with the handkerchief in her pocket, and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Today's mother tongue training, over. (Old English)"

The girl rested a little more, and when she saw that it was not too late, she blew the sheep's whistle. Five hundred sheep converged like a tide, strangely forming a standard trapezoidal array.

In the front flock, if you look closely, you will find that the sheep in the front row have a ribbon tied to their left front hoof, there are more than 20 of them, their ribbons are the same, the difference is only color.

"Wang~"

A half-man-tall shepherd dog galloped to the girl's side like a yellow light, barked twice in a flattering manner, stuck out its tongue and wagged its tail quickly.

"Fat Pudding, back. Today, I also have a good view of the flock. Very good, go back and add some meat to you. The girl said with a smile, rubbing the fat pudding's head.

"Wow!"

Fat Pudding screamed twice, as if he knew that his master was praising himself, and looked very happy.

The girl then turned over and rode on the back of the head sheep, blew another sheep whistle, and under the leadership of the head sheep, the mighty procession slowly advanced towards the village of Sega, a few miles away.

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The girl's name is Moran Campbell, and her original name is ......

Ah, the original name doesn't matter anymore. Anyway, her name doesn't mean anything, no one knows her when she says it, and she won't use it in the future...... At least that's what Moran thinks.

And this is a place called the Vadol Continent, the name comes from the east and west flow, the Vador River divides the continent into north and south parts, and it is also the longest and widest river in this continent.

North of the Valdo River, the first power of the Templar Empire, composed of bishops and the Templars, Moran is located in the village of Sega in the Sega steppes of the Duchy of Espedo in the Templar Empire.

The Duchy of Espedo was the northwesternmost part of the Templar Empire, and the Sega Meadows were the northwesternmost territory of the entire Templar Empire.

Although he is in a big country, Moran still lives in desolation.

South of the Valdo River, is a free alliance of more than twenty small nations that have come together to fend off the Templar Empire's invasion.

Moran had been observing the world for seventeen years, and was sure that it was in a medieval era similar to Europe, but not the one she was familiar with.

"Another world...... "Moran muttered to himself.

Unexpectedly, she would be able to live again.

Looking back on her previous life, all that came to her mind were ruined and dilapidated high-rise buildings, the remains of severed limbs in one place, and when she closed her eyes, it was the smell of blood that stimulated her brain, and the screams of people.

That world...... She really didn't want to go back.

Moran is seventeen years old this year - she is very happy to be back at the age of the flowering season, although it seems that it is still possible to be single until she is older.

I won't talk about the reasons of the previous life, but the reasons of this generation ...... It probably came to my mother.

Because her mother is...... Witch.

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The title witch is recognized, but it is not true.

Moran lived in an era that was not as serious as the witch trial, but the legend of the witch was still rampant. And here, I have never heard any rumors about the "East", for them, the whole world seems to have only the Freedom Alliance of the Southern Continent and the Templar Empire of the Northern Continent.

And her mother is a real Oriental.

Moran's mother's name is Mo Ruyan.

Three thousand green silks, long hair like ink, apricot eyes and nose, a small face with a big palm, and rouge-like red lips......

Mo Lan, who was still in infancy, opened his eyes and saw her for the first time, and his mind was full of repeated poems and verses.

She herself was still strange, at that time she could only remember the sentence "hands are like soft wattles, skin is like clotted fat", but when she saw the woman in front of her, she was able to recite the whole text.

But it's a pity that no matter how good-looking his mother is, it seems to be useless, and when she comes here, she is scolded as a witch.

To this day, the place where they live is still known as the House of Witches, and few people dare to approach this place for fear that a spell will fall on their heads.

At first, Moran thought it was an aesthetic difference, and the universal pass card called "appearance" was useless here. But she later realized that there were still a lot of scoundrels who were worried about her mother, and after thinking about it seriously, maybe it was just that these villagers needed to set up an object that could be bullied at will......

However, Moran's life is not as miserable as in the book, what is wearing shabby clothes to wipe the floor in winter, what is even a problem with a full stomach, you can only look at the roast chicken in the window of someone's house......

And this is the blessing of their father.

Moran's father, named Gary Campbell, was a handsome blonde guy when he was young, and even if he is forty now, he is also a handsome uncle.

Moran's blue crystal eyes were inherited from him.

Gary was a kind man with some prestige in the village, having been a member of the Templar reserve and now the captain of the Earl's guard......

With Gary here, those people didn't dare to do anything to this witch.

Finally, by the way.

Moran Campbell.

It can be said that it can be surnamed Campbell, or it can be said that it is surnamed Mo.

She was very happy with the name.