Aishana looked out of the window of the house to see the village of Grinton, and during her time with the Grintons, she was surprised to find that Bruce, the young baron, had no aristocratic manners, and that he could take the fruit handed by the serfs at will, and walk among the serfs to talk, and every Grinton seemed to be accustomed to greeting him whenever Bruce in a simple linen shirt walked by.

In addition, she was also amazed by the tall gray towers of the village, the soldiers with strange weapons on them, the self-rotating mill, and the black charcoal, all of which shocked Aishana, and Anne told her that it was all invented by Bruce.

"You can go to the summer festival." At that moment, a voice came from behind Aishana, and in the shadows a figure covered in gray linen appeared.

"No, I'm just a captive." It didn't take any time for Ashana to know that it was Monica who was talking, and that she had an extremely beautiful sister, Mavis.

"Prisoner, no, Lord Baron says you are our guest." Monica walked up to Ishana, who looked enviously at Ishana and the bustling village outside her window.

"I am not a captive of Lord Baron, but of Eve, whom I captured on the battlefield." Aishana stubbornly said that when he returned to Glinton, Bruce was going to release the girl captured on the battlefield, but Eve thought it was her own trophy.

"Battlefield? That's dangerous. Monica said worriedly.

"That's right, I'll run away someday, I have a husband and he's still waiting for me." Aishana looked back at Monica, who was a gentle person compared to the snarky but raw beautiful Mavis, so Ashana subconsciously regarded her as her friend.

"You can run away now." Monica thought for a moment, then walked to the door of the house, opened the door, and said to her.

"It's useless, Eve is here, no, it should be the best hunter in the entire principality, she will find me soon, how many times do you think I have tried and failed?" Aishana said with a wry smile, every time she tried to escape, she would be caught in less than three days, Eve was a natural hunter.

"Don't you want your husband?" Monica asked, confused.

"Of course, he is the greatest warrior of the North, and he will definitely come to my rescue, but I have also made a pact with Eve that I will be able to leave when I have served her for a certain time." Aishana said helplessly.

"I really envy you." Monica was silent for a while, she looked at Aishana, who was radiant when she talked about her husband, and was happy for her from the bottom of her heart, but whenever she saw her reflection in the water, Monica was infinitely disgusted.

"Are you born with your looks?" Aishana looked sympathetically at Monica, a kind-hearted and gentle girl with a terrible countenance, and when she first happened to see her, she cried out in horror.

"Yes, by birth." Monica bowed her head in low self-esteem, remembering that Bruce had promised to help her change her appearance, but that hope seemed to be getting slimmer and slimmer.

"Come on, you shouldn't be hiding here, let's go to the summer festival." Aishana took Monica's hand and tried to take her to the village, but Monica refused, and she broke free of Aishana's hand and fled from the house, not knowing where she should go along the way, the moon shining on the ground in the sky.

"I, how did I get here?" Suddenly, when Monica reacts, she finds herself in the swamp, where she and her sister Mavis used to hide.

Monica breathed in the smell of rot in the swamp and felt that this was her real home, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, the hood that covered her face fell, the daffodils blooming at the water's edge nodded slightly, and the bubbling gas under the water seemed to welcome her, and at this moment, Monica suddenly saw a dead snake stuck in a dead tree with a dagger.

"Ah, how did this happen, could it be that my mother is back?" Monica was shocked to see the snake nailed to the tree with a dagger, which was a sign that their mother had returned.

Monica hurriedly lifted the hem of her skirt and ran towards her shack floating on the swamp, on the dark and cold swamp, a running girl with a terrible face, if she was seen, she would definitely think it was a ghost or a banshee, when Monica ran to the shack, she saw the lights and smoke rising from the shack.

"Who is it?" Suddenly, a voice came from the shack, and Monica hurriedly stood there not daring to move.

"Yes, yes, it's my mother." Monica said in a trembling voice.

"Oh, it's my daughter Monica!" The voices in the shack continued, and the big tongs were bubbling with green bubbles, and a strange smell was permeating.

"Yes." Monica didn't expect her mother to come back early, she was completely unprepared, and her sister, who had always been smart, was no longer around, and she suddenly seemed a little overwhelmed.

"Come here, why don't you listen to me and leave the swamp?" Monica's mother reached out and picked up the long-handled wooden spoon in the tongs pot and stirred it, and in the moonlight it was a pair of arms as white as jade, slender fingers and red nails, like the legs of a dangerous and colorful red spider.

Monica looked at her mother's hand, and secretly complained in her heart about the unfairness of the gods, why her mother and sister are so beautiful, but she is so ugly, is this the price of becoming a witch? However, Monica did not dare to hide it, and reported to her mother how she and her sister had left the swamp and joined the baron's court.

"You've become a member of the noble family?" Listening to Monica's words, the hand that stirred the wooden spoon stopped, and seemed very surprised.

"Yes, yes, Lord Baron is a good man, he has always taken good care of us." Monica said quickly.

"Hmph, that's because you're too young and naïve, maybe the nobles feel that they can use you now, and when you lose your usefulness, I'm afraid you'll be betrayed." Monica's mother said to Monica.

"No, no, the Baron will protect us." Monica felt a little angry, her mother had never seen Bruce, but why she insisted that Bruce would betray them.

"Stupid boy, you are too shallow, the storm is coming, but the bird is ignorant." Monica's mother said to her.

"Storm?" Monica looked at the shack in surprise, her mother was by no means a liar, and there must be a reason why she said that.

"The Holy See has sent its own eagle dogs, and the tragedy of ten years ago will sweep through the kingdoms, and we will definitely be the targets of the hunt, and the Council of Elders has decided to let us hide in the hiding house, and I am here to take you away." Monica's mother said to Monica.

"What, no, it won't!" Monica was also very surprised when she heard this, she had heard what her mother said since she was a child, but she did not want to leave here, to leave Greenton.

"That's right, the Inquisitor has already set off from the Holy City, and the direction is the direction of the Pumen Bruce Empire, and the information of the Presbyterian Church will not be wrong." Monica's mother said to her.

"However, even so, Grington is a remote territory, and it may not harm us." Monica said a little stubbornly.

"No one is immune, no one." Monica's mother came out of the shack, she was wearing a purple robe, and her face was faintly visible, but the white neck like a swan, and the bumpy figure, showed that this was a stunning beauty.

Monica didn't refute her mother, but she stood there motionless, resisting her mother's authority in a wordless voice, and Monica's mother couldn't help but sigh when she saw this scene, because her daughter's terrible appearance was caused by her own mistakes, and she had inner remorse for Monica.