The dimly lit cells, the narrow iron windows, the chains all over the body, the lewd smiling men...

And the man still held the little milk cat on the window edge in his hand and played with it repeatedly.

The nun could already guess what was going to happen next...

She hurriedly tried to mobilize the power in her body, but there was no response.

It seems that the other party is very familiar with the witch's methods, and he should have poured himself a strange medicine in advance, and after a while, I should feel a fever all over my body, dry mouth, blurred eyes, weak limbs, **high...

And then let the thief do whatever he wants...

The beautiful witch was cranky for a while, and her pale golden eyes glared at Gallo outside the window, as if she wanted to stare him to death.

Is he the legendary 'Witch Hunter'? Specializing in hunting our dastardly gangsters...

It's really blind to this good-looking skin, and his heart is so filthy and vicious...

Sure enough, can't every witch escape the 'misfortune' of fate?

And Gallo, who was outside, saw her so angry and refused to admit defeat, and glared at herself viciously, so he couldn't help but pat the wall of the confession room hard, and threatened:

"Watch your situation! Correct your attitude! Tell me honestly! ”

But the witch snorted coldly with disdain, raised her elegant chin, and replied with a backbone:

"Humph! I will not give in! ”

"Even if you are defiled, my heart will curse you forever!"

Gallo had seen such a stubborn prisoner there before, and he was also angry for a while, and he was about to use his magic skills.

Fortunately, the old bishop came out of the kitchen in time, and said casually:

"Gallo, the beets and sauce are gone, can you go buy some and come back?"

"Huh? But don't I want to guard this witch? ”

Gallo scratched his head in embarrassment.

"Do you want to let the kittens go?"

Kittens: !! ∑(?Д?ノ)ノ

"They're too small, and they don't have any money on them, so you might as well go and take Lilian Lo with you."

The old bishop followed suit.

"Okay!"

Lilian Lo happily agreed, and hurriedly conjured two pairs of small leather shoes on her feet, which were only wearing white stockings.

"But I'm leaving, what if this witch suddenly bursts out and hurts people?"

Gallo still said with some unease.

"Let Amiya stay and protect me, you can always rest assured, right?"

So Gallo called Amiya and told him to protect the old bishop, and then he took Lilian Rose's little hand and went to the market to buy groceries.

When he had left, the old bishop went back to his room, and pulled out a small wooden box at the bottom of his sleeve, and then went back to the window of the confessional room, opened it, and showed the witch its contents.

Inside is a bronze badge with a woman kneeling down in prayer carved in the middle, which looks like a stall everywhere.

But the witch keenly felt the wonderful fluctuations emanating from the medal, and her eyes widened suddenly, and she exclaimed:

"It's... Witch's Oath? ”

"You... No, how did you get it? ”

"I used to have a friendship with your sect."

As he spoke, the old bishop opened the door to the confessional chamber and dispelled the magic that Garo had imprisoned her, then loosened the chains and set the witch free.

And Amiya stood by and didn't stop it.

Because it was ordered to protect the old bishop, not to look favorably at the witch...

This was probably because the old bishop was saying that he was leaving Amiya to protect himself, which inadvertently misled his thinking and made his orders slip through.

"It was just a misunderstanding, my student was some... Some... Well... Be cautious..."

"He's actually not that malicious towards you, it's just comparative... Well... Be careful..."

The old bishop hesitated for a moment before finding a suitable adjective, and continued:

"I hope you can trust me."

And when the witch walked out of the confessional room, she did not rush to escape, but bowed slightly, and bowed very solemnly to the old bishop, before proceeding:

"You are our trusted friend, and I naturally believe what you say."

The medal displayed by the old bishop is a very special and precious token of the witch sect, a proof of friendship and trust between the two parties, and will only be given to those who have provided critical help to the witch many times.

Everyone who holds the witch's oath is a great benefactor of the sect, and even the grandmothers and mentors in the sect have to be respectful.

"Relax, don't be so inhibited."

The old bishop motioned for her to sit down, and then grabbed a little milk cat for her to play with.

The witch let the little milk cat lie on her chest, and hurriedly asked:

"It's a bit abrupt and transgressive, but can you show me this witch's oath?"

The old bishop nodded, and generously handed over the small wooden box.

The witch carefully took out the badge, glanced at the back, and then froze for a moment.

Every time a witch owes a favor to the other party and is temporarily unable to repay, she will leave a trace behind the badge that is invisible to the naked eye and can only be detected by themselves, which is considered a blank check.

And if the favor is repaid later, this trace will be erased.

But behind the badge in front of me, there are dense traces engraved...

This means that it is not enough to sell the entire sect to pay it back.

She even wondered if it was a mistake or a prank, but every trace on it was so clear and serious in her eyes...

And she was fully aware of the meaning of these traces: it was at least saved and helped the sect through several times, if not a dozen life and death difficulties...

If it weren't for the old man in front of me, I'm afraid the sect would have died out I don't know how many times...

"Do you have any orders that I need to execute?"

She respectfully returned the badge to the old bishop, and asked in a low voice.

The other party showed such a heavy badge, even if he made himself commit himself to the young priest, or even to the strange big black mule next to him, he would not hesitate to nod in agreement.

The old bishop immediately used a genuine appeasement technique to soothe the unease of the beautiful girl before he continued:

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I don't want to remember those things... Child, what's your name? ”

"My name is Youlan."

The witch hurriedly replied, and reported her real name in the sect.

After joining the sect, each witch will give up her original name and use a flower as her name again.

And her name is Orchid, an orchid that grows at the bottom of the valley, which is also known as the Hollow Valley Orchid, which represents purity and beauty.

And she is indeed as pure and beautiful as her name.

There are many beautiful witches, but there are few pure ones...

She is a very special witch.

The old bishop chewed her name a little, and without saying anything more, he turned his mouth and asked:

"Actually, my students and I are just curious, why did you suddenly come to our sect?"

Youlan lowered her head slightly, like a student who made a mistake, and replied truthfully:

"I'm actually here in search of the 'Flower of Destiny'."

"Flower of Destiny?"

The old bishop couldn't help but pause.

And a trace of doubt flashed in Youlan's eyes, and she asked rhetorically:

"You don't know the 'Flower of Destiny'?"

"No, I know, that's something that every witch has, and it can guide you to find the 'happiness' of your destiny..."

"But I've only heard of it, but I haven't seen it..."

The old bishop explained with a little embarrassment.

And the expression on Youlan's face couldn't help but become a little strange:

"You didn't receive the Flower of Destiny?"

"Ahaha, maybe I'm not very popular, right?"

The old bishop scratched his head.

Whenever witches join the sect, they receive a prophecy of fate and a flower of destiny to guide them in their search for 'happiness'.

After they find their destiny, they will give each other the flower of destiny and go to the palace of marriage with them.

This kind of thing, which is equivalent to a love token, of course, will not be shown to others at will.

But prophecy is not time-sensitive, and sometimes when you find that person, everyone else is too old to walk, but the witch is young and beautiful, so you have to find another good tree.

The other party may not be the prophesied 'happiness', or it may just be another love that I met on the way to find happiness.

As for whether this kind of witch who does not follow the prophecy will be happy in the end, Yulan doesn't know, the witch who marries someone has to leave the sect, and vows not to reveal the secrets of the sect and no longer associate with the sect.

And what puzzled Youlan was that even though the old bishop in front of him was already very old, he could still see that he was quite handsome when he was young, so he should be very popular, right?

And he still has such a heavy badge, so how could there be no witch secretly promising him at that time? Give him the flower of your destiny?

The witches back then were all blind, couldn't they?

This... There's a story...

She was full of curiosity, but if the other party didn't take the initiative to say it, she didn't dare to ask...

"By the way, the flower of destiny you're looking for, is this it?"

The old bishop said, spreading his hands at Amiya.

Amiya was stunned, her red eyes flickering, as if she was struggling and hesitating.

Finally, with that reluctance, it pulled out the hairpin that Gallo had given it from the apron around its waist.

"Ahh That's it! ”

Youlan on the side hurriedly said.

But Amiya didn't hand over the hairpin, but just took it out and shook it, and hurriedly and carefully took it back, not giving the old bishop face at all.

"Uh... It seems to like this..."

"Is this flower of destiny important to you?"

The old bishop said with some embarrassment.

"No, no, no, if it likes it, give it to it."

Youlan hurriedly waved her hand and said generously.

In fact, with that witch's oath, the other party didn't want a flower of fate, even if he wanted a sea of flowers of fate, the sect had to go all out to find a way...

And this big black mule, she always felt very strange and dangerous, as if she was about to rush up and tear herself to pieces at any moment...

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I'm sorry, I'm too vegetable...

So this chapter is 3000 words...