White Horse City.

The city is much more prosperous than Amber, and although it is not easily accessible, it has accumulated a history that is one of the few in the entire south. There is no need to mention many deeds, and in the very middle of the city, there is still a red dragon's head, although only bones remain. The adventurers who founded Whitehorse slew an evil red dragon here, and the dragon's wealth allowed them to expand the city's influence and eventually become a trading center in the southwest.

There is a luxurious old house north of the town hall.

The former owner was said to be a baron, but unfortunately he contracted a strange illness and died of illness not long after.

The old house changed hands several times, and then a new owner was ushered in.

It is said that she was a widowed noblewoman who once caused quite a stir in White Horse Castle because of her beauty and wealth. It is a pity that this widowed noblewoman lived in seclusion, not only did she not have the slightest interest in any aristocratic banquets, but she even rarely interacted with other nobles. So gradually she was also excluded from the aristocratic circle, and only once in a while her servants could be seen driving a carriage to take her to the manor outside the city.

This widowed lady is so rich!

Not only did she buy some of the busiest shops in Whitehorse, but she also had a large estate outside the city.

Of course.

Her backstage is also said to be very hard, otherwise it would be impossible for a ** to keep such a rich property.

The mysterious caravan hostess arrives here.

The servant, who had been waiting for her, greeted her respectfully, and the maid took off her shawl and led her to a large room.

The floor was covered with a soft goose-down carpet, a fine alchemical weave that many of the lower classes of aristocracy sought after, but now it was like cheap cloth that filled the room. A seductive-looking woman was lying in a large ebony rocking chair reading a book, her long black draped casually behind her, wearing a pure white pajamas, the neckline was slightly open, revealing a plump and full breasts.

"Mother."

The caravan hostess leaned over slightly and said slowly, "I have already brought what you want." ”

"I don't understand."

"Why do I need to send me a card of Impermanence in person, you should know that I am doing some very important research."

The bewitching woman stood up casually.

The pajamas she was wearing also slipped a little, but she wasn't interested in tidying up, and she didn't seem to mind showing off her beautiful figure in front of her daughter, but laughed softly and played with taste: "Golia." ”

"You haven't seen anything special about it for so long?"

"It's not a card of impermanence."

"It's the crowning achievement of alchemy in a certain era - the Destiny Card!"

This is a Northland witch.

The age of the witch could not be judged by her appearance, she came to the front of the caravan hostess, reached out and took a black metal zuò box, and said slowly: "The idiots of the witch council have owned it for so long, but there is still no appearance. ”

"It's long overdue for me."

The white fingers opened the box, and the bewitching woman gently stroked a mysterious card stored inside, and a strange brilliance burst out of her eyes.

"Divination Cards."

"The legendary key to becoming a celestial fortune!"

The cards in the hands of the bewitching woman disappeared into thin air, which is a storage technique commonly used by high-level wizards, a small interdimensional space that has been opened up independently.

"My good daughter."

The bewitching woman lazily lay on the soft big bed, bored with her length, and said casually: "Have you encountered anything interesting during this journey?" ”

"It's been a long time since I've been imprisoned in this cage that I've encountered anything of interest."

"I really want to leave."

The caravan hostess frowned slightly, she glanced at the woman in front of her seriously, and said slowly, "Mother." ”

"Please don't forget that you are still under the punishment of banishment from the council."

"Because of the forbidden thing you did at the Root of the Dead Wood, it has become a place of death within fifty kilometers!"

"If it weren't for the council to pay the price and concede."

"I'm afraid the Druid Order of the Northland has already launched a hunt for you, and the outcome that awaits you is nothing more than a natural judgment."

The bewitching woman giggled and shrugged her shoulders mischievously like a girl, but her expression was a little wicked: "Golia." ”

"It's just a little accident in an interesting reality."

"Those brainless druids are so stubborn!"

The caravan's hostess's expression became stern, and she said very seriously: "Mother." ”

"The elemental energy of the root of the dead wood has formed a terrible destruction, the geological structure there has been completely changed, the intensity of energy radiation has reached level A, and the energy penetration of the elemental plane is very strict, and I am afraid that there will be no grass in the next 5oo years!"

"Is this just a small accident in your mouth?"

"If it weren't for the Eye of the Northland personally apologizing, I'm afraid that the legendary shapeshifter who lived in seclusion in the Ice and Snow Mountain Range would also personally attack you!"

The smile on the bewitching woman's face stopped abruptly, and her expression was a little unbearable: "It's just a guy who can turn into a dragon but can't breathe dragons." ”

"I'm not afraid...... Don't be afraid of him! ……”

The caravan hostess showed a rare smile, seemed to enjoy her mother's deflated expression, and said slowly: "Mother." ”

"Fifty years of banishment is not a harsh punishment."

"Besides, you're not really imprisoned, and the Eye of the Northland still favors your talent! But once you leave and the druids know about it, then they have the right to judge you naturally! ”

"At that time, even the Eye of the Northland couldn't save you."

"The Druid Order is still struggling to balance the energy of the Deadwood Roots, and the Council of Witches has even sent twelve high-ranking witches to help, and their anger has been building up for a long time."

"There is also a lot of resentment within the council itself about cleaning up the mess you left behind!"

The bewitching woman's face was finally a little unbearable, a pair of slender eyebrows frowned, and she said with a straight face: "Enough." ”

"Those old-fashioned guys don't understand the significance of what I'm doing."

"If it works!"

"I can start a new era."

The caravan mistress glanced at her, and did not flinch, but argued against each other, "Mother." ”

"But yours have failed."

"So you have to take the consequences of things."

It was as if a powder keg had exploded.

The bewitching woman was so angry that her eyebrows stood up, and she threw the book in her hand directly to the ground, and said dissatisfiedly: "Enough! ”

"Is that the way you talk to your mother?"

The caravan's mistress finally softened, she bent down to pick up the book, and said softly, "Mother." ”

"I respect you and love you."

"But that doesn't change my position as a witch!"

"You once sued me."

"When our strength can't solve the problem, faith is our last hole card." (Northland Witch relies on cards to cast many spells)

The bewitching woman sighed softly, waved her hand rather tiredly, and said, "You go out." ”

The caravan hostess hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, "On the way here, I encountered some interesting things. ”

"If you want to hear it, I can tell you about it."

The bewitching woman glanced at her, and then showed a deaf expression.

Although nominally confined to the vicinity of Whitehorse City, she has been secretly watched, and her activities are limited to her residence and the manor outside, and she can only go to the manor to deal with the tasks of the Witches' Council. Any unusual behavior on her will attract annoying warnings and may lead to a stricter banishment (captivity). The Druid Order of the Northland has classified her as the most dangerous target, and her name is known to almost the entire world of the Druid Order. Ever since she was banished to Whitehorse, several elven druids have been spying on her every move.

The caravan hostess sorted out her words and said slowly: "On the way here, I met two interesting people. ”

"A man and a little girl."

"It's a brother and sister."

"That man is actually quite ordinary, just a clever wanderer."

"But I later found that he was a little unusual, because his soul was actually weaker than that of ordinary people. If he hadn't made a deal with the demon, then he had been severely traumatized by his soul. ”

"If it's the former, he should have the breath of the abyss, and if it's the latter, it's hard for him to survive at all."

The bewitching woman showed an interested expression when she heard this, and suddenly interrupted: "Good daughter." ”

"Then why didn't you kill him?"

"As long as his soul is imprisoned, he should be able to figure it out."

The caravan's hostess expression was a little ugly, she took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Mother." It's just a little curiosity, and it shouldn't take a person's life for it. ”

The bewitching woman pouted nonchalantly and said, "Maybe that person's soul is valuable?" ”

"Okay."

"You go on."

The caravan mistress sighed in her heart, as if helpless for her mother, and continued, "What really surprised me was the little girl. ”

"She's very special."

"It's hard for me to say what makes her special, but her talent is amazing. If it weren't for the fact that she didn't have a trace of divine power in her, I would have even thought she was the legendary son of a god. ”

"It's a pity that they're wary."

"Anyone seems to be wary, and I'm hard pressed to know more from them!"

The bewitching woman showed a disapproving expression, her eyes flickered, and she said inexplicably: "Pedanty." ”

"In this case, a spell to charm humans can be solved, and if the other party is strong-willed, you can consider casting a berserk charm."

"Why bother."

The caravan mistress frowned again and said slowly, "The power of spells should not be abused. ”

"And they are not wicked people."

"I can feel the depth of their affection, and sometimes even I envy it."

"Only by keeping your bottom line in mind can you not lose your way on the road of pursuing power."

The bewitching woman pursed her lips, reached out and pulled up the slippery pajamas, covering the fullness exposed on her chest, and playing with the taste: "Good daughter." ”

"Your position seems to have shifted away from the neutrality that witches follow. If I didn't know, I thought you were one of those brainless paladins! ”

The caravan hostess didn't seem interested in going on, and turned to leave, "Mother." ”

"I just keep my bottom line in mind."

"Instead, you should reflect on how much you do a lot of things."

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