The girl's name is Noah, Noah. Sara, a soothsayer, thaumaturgist, violinist, dancer, and witch of the Romsala Division......

Listening to this brilliant and peculiar resume, and then looking at this timid and tearful petite girl, Lorraine felt a pain in her brain.

They seem to have made a big deal......

The Todonomican monks Crama and Sblenger, the term witch is well-known in the Catholic world.

In the middle of the fifteenth century, the shadow of the Black Death was still permeating the corners of the continent, and a hundred years of recuperation was not enough to revive the battered land, and the lack of medical care was a constant reminder that when the next Black Death came, there was nothing they could do.

At that time, there was a group of women wandering around the mainland in the name of fake ghosts and gods, because they knew a little about medicine and were willing to treat the poor people, and they soon won the love and worship of all walks of life.

They are revered as witches.

This annoyed the church forces at the time, because most of the witches were infidels, or they deliberately concealed their beliefs and disguised themselves as heretics for the sake of livelihood and mystery.

In order to maintain its dominance in the secular world, the Church began to smear them.

This propaganda reached its climax in 1484.

Klamar and Sbranger obtained a large amount of "ironclad evidence" through false accusations, intimidation, rumors, torture and other despicable methods, and after sorting and editing, they formed a system of identification, cracking and trial of witchcraft, and wrote a strange book called "The Hammer of Witches".

The book officially separates witches from the traditional pagan category, making them synonymous with evil, horror, curses, and pestilence.

The people panicked, and at the instigation of the Church, the whole Catholic world set off a vigorous [witch trial] movement, which lasted for three centuries.

It is not entirely estimated that at least 100,000 innocent women died in this crazy scam.

Even today, Lorraine can occasionally hear about the burning at the stake from other people's conversations, but most of the areas have been confined to inland villages where the people are insecure and uninformed.

Suffice it to say, the persecution of witches by the believers of God is as deep as their fear of them.

And in front of her is a real witch......

Just now, she used the purple crystal ball in her pocket to charm a killer as her protector, until Henna descended from the sky and cracked the mysterious witchcraft with a single sword......

Lorraine was curious about the science behind it, but as night approached, the alley full of Roma didn't look like a proper place to walk into science.

He groaned for a moment.

"Noah. Miss Sarah......"

"Yes......" Noah's voice was thin.

She stood across from Lorraine, her sleeves wrinkled, helpless, like a little girl scared of life, not a knight in the sky who could ride a broomstick and chase Quidditch.

Lorraine narrowed her eyes and said solemnly: "Miss Sarah, do you know how to ride a broom?" ”

"Huh?"

……

It's a pity that Noah doesn't ride a broomstick.

Not even a broomstick, she had never ridden a horse in her life, only a caravan.

Lorraine's interest in her was diminished in half.

Because even Kiki, who delivers couriers, can ride a broomstick, then, a witch who can't ride a broom must be a fake witch.

As for why she can rely on a crystal ball to make her opponent smear her liver and brain, and die without spinning......

Lorraine speculates that it may be related to some kind of trick-type variant of deep psychological suggestion, which, while mysterious, is not worth the fuss.

Miss Witch, who can't ride a broomstick, is only a passerby to Lorraine, and now that Henna's sense of justice has been satisfied, it is natural that the two sides will separate.

Walking out of the back alley, Lorraine stroked her chest and said goodbye to Noah, holding Henna to continue her journey, preparing to return to the ship to plan tomorrow's kidnapping.

But......

As she walked, Lorraine stopped.

"Meow ......"

As she walked, Lorraine turned back again.

"Mr. ......"

Noah and White Ears hung their heads, clutching their sleeves and following Lorraine five meters away, neither chasing nor moving away.

Lorraine walks faster, she walks faster.

Lorraine walks slower, she walks slower.

Lorraine stopped, and the white ears barked.

Lorraine turned around, and Noah began to cry......

Miss Witch cried very skillfully, not splashing and rolling, but sobbing silently.

Big tears rolled and rolled in the long, bright big eyes, and they would never fall, making her eyes lose their miserable and tearful pitiful state for a moment.

Henna tilted her head and frowned: "Lorraine, isn't it ......?"

"She's a witch, and we've got Pierce and Clen on board."

"But there is a lack of people on board......"

"She's a witch, and she's never been out to sea, and she can't sail."

"There are rats on board......"

"She's a witch, and White-Eared is a lazy cat who only eats and waits for death, and only sells cuteness, and I don't think she can take on the responsibility of catching mice."

"I can teach it ......"

Lorraine hung a black line on his head.

He suddenly remembered that Henna could really catch mice like a real cat, because this was originally one of the daily training in cat fighting.

Lorraine couldn't help but be in a dilemma: "Henna, tell me the truth, is it because of people or cats that you insist so much?" ”

Hena's emerald green eyes flashed: "My brother has a black cat by his side, and you should have one too." ”

"I'm not your brother."

"I know, so you should have one, too."

Lose your marbles!

Lorraine paused irritably and took a deep breath: "Henna, if you want a black cat, after we get through Viscount Alfonso, I can accompany you to the market to find one." We're still focusing on the viscount for now, okay? ”

"That ......," Noah, half-hidden in the shadows, raised his hand timidly, "sir, are you talking about Viscount Alfonso of Bermeo?" Saselica. Viscount Alfonso? ”

The good fortune of the black cat came silently.

The Romsala tribe is a peculiar tribe of Roma who, in the memory of four generations, wandered westward from Minsk, in the Republic of Poland, to Orthodox, Catholic, Protestant, and then back to Catholicism in Spain.

This is the standard Roma belief pattern, like duckweed, they can be devout believers as long as they can reduce the hostility around them.

But there is no doubt that they are believers in God.

As a group of believers in God who are proficient in divination, they are very marketable in the circle of ladies in Spain, and often go to such and such a city at the recommendation of Mrs. XX to practice divination for Mrs. So-and-so, and earn a short-term place to settle down and a considerable and lucrative commission.

The same goes for this visit to Bermeo.

Madame Alfonso lost her fertility due to illness, and Viscount Alfonso was childless for a long time and accidentally fell in love with Madame's beautiful country cousin.

Motivated by the desire for children and the fear of marriage, the lady became superstitious about witchcraft. She heard about the name of the Romsala tribe after being introduced by her best friend, so she invited them to Belmeo, hoping to find a solution to the dilemma through tarot divination.

However, an accident occurred on the way from the Romsala Division.

Their witch, Noah's mother, died.

They are attacked outside the city by a group of bankrupt peasants, and Noah's mother dies of a stray arrow, and before she dies, she entrusts Noah with the crystal ball of destiny, which contains the power of witchcraft, and makes Noah the new tribal witch.

What follows is the bloody drama that is common in royal succession.

Noya's three cousins refused to admit that the shy, timid, and non-Roma new witch had become the leader of the tribe, and on the night of their arrival in Belmeo, they rebelled against the entire tribe and began to use force to seize the Crystal Ball of Destiny.

Noah was lucky enough to escape and wander the streets of Bermeo, starving for several days without food and clothing, until he was rescued by Lorraine and Henna when he was about to die.

That's the whole story.

After listening to Noah's story by the docks, Lorraine and Henna leaned together and whispered to their heads.

"Heina, the kidnapping plan is bankrupt, and Viscount Alfonso has no heir. As for his wife and country cousin, whichever one we tie up, the other will encourage us to tear up the ticket. And whether we tear it or not, we will offend the viscount for it. ”

"Hmm."

"In other words, it is only through the divination of the Romsala tribe that we can quickly establish a friendship with the viscount."

"Hmm."

Reaching a consensus, Lorraine straightened up and straightened the folds on her tuxedo: "Noya. Miss Sarah. ”

"Yes......"

"As a courtesy, I'll have to ask for your opinion first." Lorraine bowed slightly, "Would you like to board the ship and start a new wandering with us strangers?" ”

"I ...... Abandoned by the Horde. If you leave the harbor, you may be caught and burned, and if you stay in the harbor, you will definitely be killed by your cousin's people...... You're a strong man, so ......" Noah bit her lip, "yes, I hope to be sheltered by you and be your faithful crew." ”

"In that case, I have three questions that need to be clarified."

"You say."

"First, how many people are there in the Ministry of Romsala besides you?"

"There were thirty-seven men left, eighteen women, and six children."

Lorraine closed her eyes and thought for a moment, "Is there any way to let them know that you are on my ship." ”

"Don't do anything. We would buy information from thieves, beggars, and vagabonds, and the port would not hide from my cousin's eyes. ”

"The third question, although the Viscountess believes in witches, but what about the Viscount? What is his attitude towards Wubu? ”

Noah's little face was tangled: "He is a devout believer, and he rejects us, so the divination was not carried out immediately, and Madame needs time to convince Mr. Viscount." ”

"Yes...... Lorraine smiled and held out his hand to Noah, "Noah, the soothsayer. Miss Sarah, congratulations, you've been accepted. ”