Snow struggled to tilt his head back, hoping to get a little distance from the dagger at the Adam's apple. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the moment when the footsteps outside the door sounded, Snow felt a flower in front of him. When he came to his senses, the witch was already standing behind him, and out of nowhere he had pulled out a dagger and pressed it to his neck.

Now the witch will not enchant Snow I don't know, but her skills, Snow can be regarded as a master. Not to mention himself, even if he called all the escorts, with the speed of the witch, it was all for nothing.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous." Snow whispered in a hurried tone, for fear that the witch would be excited, and with a flick of her wrist, she would cut off her neck.

Although the refining technology of this era is very backward, the weapons are not too sharp and durable. But Snow wasn't stupid enough to think he could compete with the rough dagger around his neck.

The witch didn't answer, but the dagger in her hand didn't mean to put it down. Snow was sure that if he revealed the slightest flaw to outsiders, the witch behind him would kill him immediately.

However, after knowing the witch's methods, Snow was more relieved. If she is really the church's propaganda, a devil's minions who kill people without blinking, then after she enters the house, she is already a dead person. A witch who is fully capable of killing herself, but when she is the easiest to succeed, she takes the initiative to reveal her true identity and wants to talk to herself, which shows that she does not like to kill innocents indiscriminately. But even so, the chill from his neck still made Snow sweat.

Footsteps outside the door slowly approached, and a visitor walked up to the door and knocked softly.

"What kind of bastard is so good at picking the time." Snow swallowed, the roll of his Adam's apple making him feel the chill of the dagger more clearly.

"Brother Snow, are you there?" A girl's voice like a silver bell came in.

Hearing this voice, Snow hurriedly put back the swear words that Fang had just shouted in his heart. He knew the man well, and it was Randolph's only relative, his granddaughter Briss. is a beautiful girl who has just turned sixteen, innocent, and has a good relationship with Snow. Before in the border city fortress, Briss also voluntarily gave up the quota to enter the fortress.

"Oh, it's Briss, what's the matter?" Snow tried to keep his tone as steady as he could.

"Grandpa has already distributed tonight's food, let me send you this." Brissy said.

"Oh, that...... I'm changing my clothes, so you can leave the food outside the door first, and I'll pick it up myself later. Snow casually made up nonsense.

"Change of clothes?" Brissy was visibly confused, but fortunately she didn't ask about gender and identity, "Then I put the food on the steps, don't you forget." ”

"Okay, it's not early, you can go back and rest." After a day's journey, Briss was indeed very tired, so she answered the call and turned to leave.

Listening to the footsteps fading away, Snow and the witch behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

"Can you put the dagger down, wizard-sama?" Snow couldn't find the right name for a while.

The witch withdrew her hand and put the dagger back, and said in a flat tone, "I hope the town master doesn't do anything stupid, or I can end your life at any time." From Briss, she knew Snow's identity.

"Definitely not, definitely not." Snow stepped forward, turned around and touched his neck, and said with a palpitation.

The two were now only a meter apart, and by the light of the fire projecting through the window, Snow finally saw the witch's appearance. It was a woman in her mid-twenties, wearing a black robe with a hood. With slightly curly long golden hair, fair skin, a pair of calm blue eyes like a waterhole under the slender willow eyebrows, a tall and delicate nose bridge, and thin and moderate lips that are slightly pale, Snow couldn't help but look stunned.

"Have you seen enough?" The witch looked at Snow, who was staring straight at her, and asked expressionlessly.

"Ahem...... Snow turned red, and coughed twice as dry, "I'm sorry, I just didn't expect that the wizard of all evils in the mouth of the church would be so beautiful." ”

"Thank you for the compliment." Still without a hint of expression, the witch turned to sit down at the table and lifted her robe in Snow's presence.

Snow noticed blood coming out of the witch's right arm. Looking at her arm, the witch frowned, the first expression Snow saw on her face.

"You're hurt?" Snow stepped forward to the other side of the witch and asked, "Can I light the fireplace, it will be better to see and warmer." ”

The witch looked up at Snow and nodded slightly.

Snow pulled out the flint, lit the wood chips from a small plate next to him, and then carefully lowered the flame under the fireplace. In a few moments, orange-red flames jumped in the fireplace.

Snow retrieved herbs from the compartment under the stairs to stop the bleeding and disinfect them, which were essential in town. Turning to the witch, he grinded the herbs into a paste, poured them on a clean linen cloth, and handed them to the witch.

"These herbs should help." Snow said in as sincere a tone as possible.

The witch looked at Snow for a long time, reached out and took the sackcloth, put it under her nose and sniffed it, then tore open the sleeve of her coat and pressed the sackcloth with herbs to the wound. Snow took the initiative to lean over and bandage the witch with the strip of cloth he had prepared in his hand.

The witch looked at Snow with a careful face with a slightly strange look in her eyes, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you afraid of me?" ”

Snow was slightly stunned, and continued to bandage her with a smile on his face, until the bandaging was completed, then he sat down opposite the witch and asked with a smile, "Why should I be afraid of you?" ”

"Because I'm a wizard." The witch seemed to take it for granted that everyone in this world has only four manifestations in the face of themselves, the church is full of killing intent, and the soldiers are more afraid of killing intent. When ordinary civilians see themselves, they are disgusted, panicked, and rightly hated.

The last one is very similar to Snow's current behavior, that is, the care and friendliness that other wizards show when they see their kind. But the witch knew that Snow was just a commoner, not her kind. In this way, Snow is a little different.

"Am I afraid of you just because you're a wizard?" Snow was completely relaxed now, and he had a gut feeling that the beautiful witch in front of him would not hurt himself for no reason.

"Isn't it? I'm a sorcerer, a minion of the devil, who will use black magic to kill innocents, aren't you afraid that I will kill you? The witch stared into Snow's eyes, trying to see in his eyes why he wasn't afraid of herself. Or he deliberately hid his fear, just waiting for him to let his guard down and find an opportunity to stick the sharp cross into his chest.

"If that's what you say, I'm already a corpse now, am I?" Snow asked rhetorically with a smile. The witch frowned, and in Snow's eyes, she saw nothing but sincerity and kindness.

"Don't worry, I'm not a believer, and I'm not one of those wretched people blindfolded by the church. I don't have a rejection of wizards. There are two sides to everything, and so are people. There are good and bad in the church, and so are wizards. Snow said, "I would rather be friends with you than the nobles of the border fortress. ”

Snow's ordinary words gave the witch a huge shock. The witch was amazed at how much the young man in front of her had said so casually, and that he had so openly questioned and even challenged the authority of the church.

"What's wrong? Am I not right? Looking at the witch with her mouth slightly open in front of her, Snow asked cautiously.

"Oh, no." The witch came back to her senses, bowed her head, and said, "What you say makes a lot of sense. ”

"It's good that you agree." Snow smiled: "So people are different, and before you know me, please don't put me in the category of the church and its followers." ”

The witch looked at Snow, but didn't show a statement.

Snow knew that it was impossible for a wizard who had been hunted down by the world to let down his guard in a short period of time.

Snow smiled unhappily, "If you agree, I'd like to bring in the food at the door, maybe we can talk while we eat." ”

By the time he entered the room, Snow had already noticed that the dishes on the table had been turned over. The witch wanted to enter the town just to find some food to satisfy her stomach.