The speed of the flow of information in a world determines the height to which people's living standards can be improved, and the more convenient the transportation, the more it can disseminate the discoveries that can improve the quality of life and promote the development of the whole society.

When the farthest place a person has been to is only fifty miles from his hometown, everything is often closed, and perhaps in another fifty years, life will not change much.

As a result, people with different occupations, their children or descendants of further afield tend to inherit their professions.

A carpenter's child will still be a carpenter, and a farmer's child will still be a farmer.

This is not to say that the children of carpenters and farmers are not gifted for other things, but from childhood to adulthood, perhaps none of them will know what a knight is, and what a king is.

Guarding one acre and three points of land, this habit has been spread in large and small villages for thousands of years, in this land.

As soon as the bloodline is said, it seems more reasonable.

The witch's child will definitely be a witch, and it has become everyone's consensus.

Listening to the hunter tell everything about this continent, Sean didn't feel too surprised, just because this world is very similar to the social structure of Hinterland, or rather, so far as it was in the past.

The reason for the emergence of superstitious cognition is simply a lack of knowledge of the world.

After waiting for a while, Sean glared at the hunter impatiently and asked him to continue, knowing a little bit about this strange world.

The hunter knows more, so let's talk more, this has to be urged by himself, Sean feels that it is not unreasonable for some people to be single for so many years.

He even had some suspicions that the hunter was playing a game called cultivation by guarding Little Red Riding Hood like this, and he must have been called a grandmother by Little Red Riding Hood, and he would not live long.

As soon as Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother died, the permanent population of this forest was left with the hunter and Little Red Riding Hood, and unless the wolf could take human form, the little girl who had no experience in the world would not be at will in the hands of the old single dog hunter.

Sean has no shortage of guessing others with the most malicious thoughts, and only by pretending to be himself to contact the world can he ensure that he will not be harmed.

After being convinced that Sean's previous words about the shrine maiden were unintentional, the hunters didn't know that this self-proclaimed troubadour knew very little about the continent, and if it weren't for the joke that came out of Sean's mouth, the hunters would have suspected that this was a lie and full of lies.

I don't know if it was the right choice to save Sean, at least now the hunter regrets the choice he made before.

He should ignore Sean, who was hanging upside down from the vine, and let himself die so that he wouldn't have to pick up a problem and come back.

However, under someone's fist, the hunter recognized the difference in power between them, so he had to continue to tell his knowledge of this continent according to Sean's wishes, and there was not much to hide.

Swallowing, the hunter shuddered, "Let me think about what I'm going to say next." ”

Sean glared at him, what else do you want to think? Do you wait until the moment you enter the cave room and think about what to do in the first step?

"Tell me, witch."

Seeing the hunter's embarrassed appearance, Sean also knew that this guy couldn't organize logical, so he just asked you and answered, everyone saved time.

"Well, let me think about it again."

The hunter said with a serious face.

"So, Little Red Riding Hood's mother used to be a witch, so she must be a witch?"

Sean looked at the hunter in disbelief, how reliable is such a statement.

What is a witch?

A witch is a woman with magical powers, and in the Hinterland continent, such people are collectively referred to as mages.

Otherwise, if a female mage is called a witch, the male mage must not be called a witch.

It sounds very old-fashioned, so there is no distinction between men and women, and they are uniformly called mages.

If they can be called mages with the same blood, then the mages of the Hinterland Continent will put down the research projects in their hands, work hard happily, and have a few more children.

Without systematic study and guidance, no one can successfully become a true mage.

Even if there is a chance to enter the mage tower to study, there is no one in ten who can advance, and most people will be empty in the level of magic apprentices for the rest of their lives, and they will not be able to save until they are exhausted for a lifetime.

Sean doesn't believe that the witch's daughter must be a witch, if the genes of the witch in this world are so strong, then women all over the world can become witches.

If you go back to the roots, it is not impossible to say that the same ancestor is true.

The hunter looked at Sean helplessly, he didn't want Little Red Riding Hood to confirm the legend, he just wanted Little Red Riding Hood to live this life peacefully, instead of being born with the name of a witch and only growing up in this sparsely populated forest.

"So, this forest is called the Sunset Forest?! I kind of know a little bit about this. ”

The hunter breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Sean's words, "That'...... Can I go. There is also a request for Mr. Calder to grant you, can you go to my house for the night. I didn't mean that, I just thought, don't sleep here. ”

Sean was almost laughed at by the hunter's words, how could he do such a beastly thing, it would take three years to start, and the death penalty was also possible.

Besides, who is he, he is Sean, a gentleman of integrity.

"Well, I see, by the way, I still have some questions, you choose the answer you know."

"Good...... Good. ”

The hunter nodded a little reluctantly, how many things he knew, many things had been told to him by his father, the old hunter, and that Little Red Riding Hood, who was still a baby, had come here

The grandmother of the forest, the hunter, has learned more about this world.

If he hadn't been able to defeat Sean, the hunter would just want to say no to these questions, he was a cruel and unspoken hunter.

It's a pity that he can't beat it, and he loses the right to refuse.

Getting Sean to agree to spend the night in another place, he also risked his life to offer it.

If Sean doesn't agree, he can only fight for his life and protect the child.

"Where's Blackrock?"

"I don't know."

"Is the owner of that ranch a man or a pig?"

"Uh, I don't know."

"To put it simply, how do you define a witch?"

"I know that," the hunter breathed a sigh of relief, for he had heard many things from his deceased old father and Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother, who had never left the forest in his life, Sean asked, and he really didn't know how to answer. Finally hearing a question he knew, the hunter said, "Just look at whether her mother is a witch or not, you can be sure." ”

Sean: ""

After a wordless journey, Sean was convinced that outside Little Red Riding Hood's house, the hunter had told him all he knew.

It wasn't until the two arrived at the hunter's cabin that Sean understood what it was like to die like fireworks.

On this continent called the Land of Assimilation, there is a terrifying legend.

When the witches in the four directions of the land of assimilation, south, east, and west awaken, the witch located in the center of the continent will be born.

When the five witches come together, the entire continent will be in turmoil.

No one knows what kind of turmoil, but the widely circulated version is that the unqualified will fall into eternal sleep, become the servants chosen by the witch for their master, and go to a world even more terrible than hell, and lose their freedom forever.

No one has ever questioned whether such a legend is true or not, and no one has asked who first uttered it.

When the first woman who claimed to be a witch appeared in the land of assimilation, most of the people who knew the situation were crazy, holding long swords stained with blood and broken swords, and when they saw people, they said, "The witch is coming, and the world is going to end." ”

Within three days, those crazy angry people died with a strange look on their faces.

No one knows what made them die, but they know one thing, witches may not let the world end, but they will make those who come into contact die miserably.

Since then, witches have been like another kind of black disease, the difference is that in the face of black disease, people can only pray for their fate, praying that God can save the world.

And in the face of the witch, kill one as a hero, and kill a pair as a legend.

Many young people are looking forward to the appearance of the witch, they can seize the opportunity to become a dragon slayer warrior, fight for the status of the hand, children and grandchildren have no worries, and their fate will also change.

The word witch has become a feature of this continent, at least a rat-like feature of crossing the street.

Another characteristic is that the mainland is very vast, but the population is insufficient. Even cities with an overpopulated population are scattered across the mainland.

From ancient times to the present day, no one has brought all the cities under their rule, and many people have become accustomed to the habit of one city ruling over a region.

There have also been mutual conquests between the cities, but fortunately, the distribution is too fragmented, making these struggles seem a bit petty.

Not to mention, dense forests that cover the entire continent.

It was in a forest called Sunset that two small guests were welcomed.

The little girl held her brother's hand tightly, and the two walked slowly down the forest path.

Every now and then, the older boy would look back and see if his sister needed a break.

The two children, unaccompanied by adults, entered the Sunset Forest.

Forests are sparsely populated and easy to get lost.

Not to mention road idiots like Sean, even if you are an experienced hunter, when you go to an area that has not been explored, you will mark your eyes to prevent yourself from getting lost.

This was a bit of a struggle for two children, not to mention the fact that they didn't have enough food on them.

After a while, my sister couldn't walk anymore, and sat down against the trunk of a tree, her lips dry.

"Are you alright, Clandy?"

"I ...... It's okay, Brother Benjil. ”

The girl stubbornly tried to stand up, and tried several times, but still without success.

Banger hurriedly stopped his sister from standing up, and said with a smile: "I heard the sound of water, I'll go get you some water, and by the way, I'm looking for some of your favorite fruits, which will quench your thirst and hunger." ”

Cranti held out her little hand, trying to tell Bangil not to go, she just had to rest and go on.

Fingers ran over the corners of Benjil's clothes, and Cranty could only watch as Bengil walked in the direction of the sound of water flowing in his mouth.

Alone waiting for Bengil to return, Cranti endures hunger and thirst and prays for his brother's safe return.

Thinking of her mother, Cranty couldn't help but hold her legs, wanting to cry but not daring to cry.

Why did the mother die, and why did the woman who claimed to be the new mother be so cruel to their two siblings.

I remember overhearing the new mother indifferently saying to my father, "Throw the child into the forest, or we will all starve to death." ”

Instead of listening to her father's answer, she hurried to her brother Banger and told him what she had heard.

"Let's go, I've heard that none of the children were thrown into the forest

To come out alive, we can't let that woman be harmed. Don't worry, Cranty, I'll protect you. ”

Bengil said.

Even though there are still many worries in Crandy's heart, since the woman who died of her mother was brought to the house by her father, the family of Cranty team feels much stranger.

As long as she can be with Banjil, she doesn't have too many worries.

The two waited for their father to fall asleep with the woman, and then fled from the house.

It took one night and one day for the two children to realize how unwise it was to run away recklessly.

Without enough food and water, and no extra clothing, if it weren't for the two children hugging each other to keep warm, they might not have survived the first night.

Now, when Cranty has finally reached her limit and can no longer walk, Bengil has to take the risk of leaving her behind in search of water and food.

Crante waited alone for Bengil's return, and the setting sun could no longer hold the moon's urging, and the day's work was over.

The sounds of various beasts can be heard in the forest, and Cranti waits helplessly for the return of Benjil.

"Brother Bengil, come back soon."

Cranty, who couldn't shed tears and had red eyes, screamed quietly.

Bengil had never known that there was such a house in the forest, made of biscuits and sprinkled with colorful chocolate jelly beans.

Gently stepping on the floor, soft, Bengil swallowed and leaned over to take a bite.

His mouth was filled with the aroma of cream, and when he took a bite, Bangil's tears flowed uncontrollably.

It was so delicious, neither the taste of wheat nor the sweetness of wild fruit.

Happiness?!

That's the only thing Bangill thinks.

After shouting a few words in the house, but no one responded, Bengil couldn't help himself, broke the chair made of chocolate with his left hand, put his right hand out of the washbasin, and took out a handful of cream and stuffed it into his mouth.

As the minutes ticked by, the owner of the room was gone, and Bandier didn't realize that his appetite could fit so many desserts.

Eat, keep eating, eat this house made of candy.

It wasn't until the sound of wild beasts outside the house that Bengil realized that he had come to find food for Clandy.

However, the whole house was gone, and all went into his belly, except for a door.

Bengil didn't think about how he had eaten up the whole house, and his fear for his sister made him pick up the door and walk towards Cranty's place.

The more he walked, the easier it became, and the door, which was bigger than him, intimately shrunk his size, allowing Bangil to speed up his search for his sister.

Step by step, the land was a little overwhelmed, and one footprint after another appeared on it, and the deeper you went, the bigger the footprints became, and there were still many candy residues left on it.

"Sister Crandy, where are you, Crandy?"

People have different desires at different ages, and the more they experience, the more things they desire change.

A house made of candy and filled with all kinds of sweets, it is like a paradise for children.

When Claranti woke up and looked at the room full of candy, she was speechless in surprise.

Licking the quilt covering herself, it was a sweet taste to the bottom of her heart, and she couldn't believe it was real.

"Well, you're awake."

The door to the room opened, and a small girl, but wearing a large hat, walked in.

Cranti hurriedly covered her mouth, she didn't know if her actions just now would cause trouble to the girl opposite.

"I ......"

"You you I picked you up on the side of the road, you should thank me."

The girl declared casually, looked at the saliva remaining on the quilt, frowned and said, "Just eat when you are hungry, don't eat more than your own weight, I won't save you." ”

Cranti didn't know what the girl meant, and even if she wanted to, her stomach wouldn't allow her to eat that much.

Seeing Crandy's doubts, the girl sighed and explained: "This is the candy house, although candy can be eaten as much as you want, but if you exceed your own weight, you will become a monster, don't blame me for not warning you in advance when you become a monster." ”

"Okay, okay, I'm not going to do that."

Cranti whispered yes.

The girl was a little helpless, feeling that she had been a little kind recently.

She's a witch, and if she doesn't say she's going to do bad things, she can't do good things to save people.

God knows if he was angry and sympathetic to seeing such a small girl fainting next to a tree, at least he picked it up himself, so keep it as a pet.

"Your name."

"Gram...... Cranty. ”

"Okay, Cranty. From today onwards, you will be my pet number four, and I will take you to meet the other three pets, and I believe you can be good companions. Remember, you're going to call me Mistress Dorothy in the future. ”

Cranti nodded timidly.

"What's the matter, just say it, since you are my pet, your business is my business."

Patting Cranty on the shoulder like a big sister, Dorothy was more accustomed to this way of communication.

After listening to Cranty tell her story, Dorothy almost cried out with a pat on the head, this is the rhythm of picking up a pet and giving it away!!

When she asked where Bengil had been separated from Cranty, Dorothy left a message to wait for her in the house, and disappeared.