Click, click.

When the wet and cold weather comes out of the warm cabin, it is overflowing with infection, like a disease trying to rob people of their physical strength.

Prissia . Havelock ghosted himself, raindrops sliding down his body.

Staring at the pale back of her hands, without rain, she smiled and froze, and in a moment she smiled brighter and brighter.

Leisurely, she opened her parasol, and the sound of crackling rain reassured her.

Snap, pop...... The footsteps ahead stopped.

The temporary master witch named Jiang Han stopped and turned her head, her face, which looked beautiful with Prisia's eyes and qualifications, was slightly worried.

Stopped? Priscia felt a moment of surprise in her heart, but kept a smile on her face and said:

"Miss?"

"Priscia, did you bring a moisture-proof lotion?" Jiang Han asked with an embarrassed smile.

Moisture-proof lotion? Huh? Huh? Miss, do you want to fight? Are you looking for a fight? Ask a ghost, a ghost witch this kind of question? Lotion of skin?

… Rao is the character that Priscia can endure and get angry, but she almost broke her skills and couldn't laugh.

She exhaled quietly and smiled:

"Miss, I'll include it in my carry-on list next time."

Miss Jiang Han's facial features tend to be cold, but there is sunlight between her eyebrows and eyes, which makes the cold ghost witch not very like.

But a good boy, except that he sometimes speaks without going through his brain, it's a bit like the level of a witch who happens to be 5 to 8 years old.

Probably, it's a bit like the feeling of a baby who doesn't have the common sense of witches learning witch knowledge from scratch and just learning it for a year or two.

… Priscia felt so.

She saw Jiang Han sigh faintly, blinked again, and secretly stuck out her tongue, this lady has a naturally pitiful face.

This is rare in society.

Very rare.

It's kind of like a golem in a social class, but it's much more like a golem......

Well, in a disgusting tone, that's it:

'Ahh Ahhh ’。

……

Mutter... Vomit.

……

… The ghost witch was disgusted by the tone she imitated in her head, but she couldn't help but snort, and her smile was a little real.

She thought about what was in the stomach pouch for a moment, and said half-truthfully with a little hesitation:

"I seem to have a body lotion for Elizabeth and Isabella, do you need it?"

Elizabeth and Isabella are the Stitch Monster Witches.

Probably because of their portion, they are exceptionally clean.

Use almost one-third of the bottle of body lotion a day.

It's like a petty bourgeois ghoul witch taking a bath four times a day. Xenomorph witches will always try to make up for what they lack, and sometimes they try too hard.

… The ghost witch thought of her own smile, and the smile became more and more wide.

"Huh? Can I use it? Jiang Han's eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth seemed a little uneasy.

"As long as you don't reject the same body lotion as the Stitched Witch, I think it's fine." She said softly.

"Of course not, Elizabeth and Isabella, they're beautiful, aren't they?" Jiang Han spoke without thinking.

Ha? Priscia blinked, kept smiling, reached out and touched her stomach pouch, and smiled as she rummaged:

"The two of them will be very happy, this is the first time I've heard that the stitching monster is hooked up with the 'pretty'."

To prevent inciting office politics, Priscia added:

"Our undead witches are rarely described as 'beautiful', even if they look okay on the outside, but ghoul witches, zombie witches, ghost witches, and stitched monster witches all sound very infiltrating."

Jiang Han showed that sweet smile, his eyes were half-squinted with a smile, the corners of his lips were hooked, and his cold-colored face was filled with a warm-colored smile:

"I think you're beautiful."

"It's my pleasure, miss." Priscia took out the clear bottle of sea-blue body lotion from her stomach pouch and handed it to Jiang Han, who was smiling happily.

"It's really helpful, if it's convenient, please note it in the loss table." The beautiful witch took off her hand and began to apply the lotion.

Her skin looked a little red, possibly due to allergies.

Priscia watched from the sidelines, estimating how soon it would take for the employer to develop allergies.

Her eyes widened slightly, and her subconscious smile stopped for half a second.

In her sight, the red skin of the witch in front of her slowly returned to snow white, and it resisted at a speed that was visible to her eyes.

Is this the Siren?

She resisted the urge to quietly pluck the other party's skin tissue, guessing in her heart.

The Kraken Witch's regeneration ability is one of the weaker types of Xenowitches, unlike the Ghost Witch, a race that can continue to fight even if their head is cut off, and will regenerate their heads within a few hours. The Kraken Witch's ability to resist and regenerate her body is relatively weak.

Normally, it takes 1 day for them to recover from the symptoms of a cold.

"Gollum, Gollum......"

When Miss Jiang Han applied the body lotion, her cheeks subconsciously bulged.

It doesn't look like it's angry, but it's like a hamster's serious watch, and it's serious about doing this kind of thing?

It's not too good, this guy is not quite serious, but it is not quite right.

… Priscia marked her inner "Witch Observation", not that she was captured by this kind of captivity.

But witches are everywhere, and only a bronze chastity and fisherman woman like Denisha would have the pessimistic idea that 'there are no witches in this world'.

It's a curiosity mentality.

For example, if you know that there are 150 variants of fireball, and when you go home, you check the spell cabinet and say, "Wow, I have 149!" Then I came across a fireball spell book that I had never seen before, whether it was "this is the 150th type" or "Is this the 151st type?" You want to record it and observe it, right?

… She looked at it in her eyes, the corners of her mouth turned up a little more, took out the itinerary notepad from her pocket, and coughed lightly:

"Miss, our trip is almost complete today, but it's a little faster than expected, so we can choose to explore a little further, or turn around and go back to the castle and start sorting out the samples, materials, soil sampling data, ore analysis, and waiting for the other two ladies to return to ......"

"Why are you ......" Jiang Han interrupted her words, and then his face was a little shy, he shook his head, and inadvertently squirted in a nasal voice, pinching his fingers carelessly but actually a little nervously.

There's no need to be polite to that point, really, not really.

This kind of politeness, I've only seen on some landers, oh, and witches.

… Priscia smiled and motioned for the other to continue.

Although it was a bit strange that the employer had to get permission from the head maid or the butler to speak, Priscia's long ghost career had seen not ten thousand but nine thousand, so she pretended nothing had happened to look at the slightly strange employer.

Jiang Han was silent for a moment, and then he looked like 'I can't say it', and asked:

"Why, why do you call me Miss, and call Lin Yan and Qin Shunying Madam?"

Ha?

Rao is a ghost in a long life, and Priscia is also the first time she has met an employer who will be curious and entangled in the title.

That is, the problem.

It's the first experience.

It's a strange problem that has never been seen before.

Oh, Miss Denisa, there was a negotiation that saved you.

… Priscia immediately remembered that this time as a housekeeper, if it weren't for Denisha's real trouble, maybe Dinisha would come over to work for the first two weeks, and then maybe give it to a ghost witch named Histria for one to two months, and finally the rest of the time would be handed over to herself.

And the reason why Denisha remembered it was because Priscia thought that Denissa's lack of facial surface and rigid thinking might not be able to answer the question.

Priscia thought for a moment, while the ghostly brain worked at the speed of a pulp centrifuge, and she replied with a smile:

"Because you're more Ke, I'm used to calling Ke people 'Miss'."

Jiang Han nodded suddenly in realization, and then asked curiously:

"That's it...... Qin Shunying, they are not enough? ”

Goo, who sent you? Denisha? Or Systria? Priscia keeps her smile unchanged:

"Are they more dignified and beautiful?"

"Then I'm not dignified and serious?" Jiang Han's face puffed up again, unexpectedly, the small face and the face of the cold woman should look like Denisha with a bit of facial stiffness, but it was full of expression......

Is this angry? Ha? Miss, your moodiness is weird and weird.

Also, I didn't say 'dignified', I said 'dignified and beautiful'!

Priscia's smile was still the same, and her expression was calm:

"Because Miss, you are dignified, acceptable, serious, and beautiful."

"Hmm, am I that good?" Jiang Han was happy for a moment, and his ice-colored eyes looked a little aggrieved.

If there are animal ears, it is estimated that the ears are already soft and sticking to the head.

It's so troublesome, it's so troublesome, you woman, don't have no self-confidence in this kind of 'other people's boasting words'!

… Priscia sighed again, it was really the negotiation and performance that saved Denissa's sister, this is for Denissa, this atmosphere is not allowed to enter the cold room and then was rated 1 star?

She kept smiling and said softly:

"You're so much better than you ever thought you could be, I've seen a lot of good things in my life, but in those few minutes, I feel like I've lived my whole life."

"Thank you, your words reminded me of An Jie." Jiang Han became energetic again, and said curiously, "Although I thought you should be a bit like Dinisha at first, but after that, I think you are more like An Jie, hmm, a restrained version of her?" Ah, you know Anjie, right? ”

There is no witch on this planet who doesn't know her, and I'm still ...... Priscia felt the old wound on her back, and there seemed to be a faint ache coming from her.

Although it has been ghosted, although the witch can heal her wounds, the pain left in the past, the unforgettable pain, will always be preserved.

Priscia's smile grew brighter:

"Well, I know her, the master of the Sovereign's Scepter, the near-omniscient and all-powerful witch."

"Anjie, she likes to say this kind of thing as much as you do." Jiang Han laughed, her fingers unconsciously curled her hair, she half-squinted one eye, "But you must be better than her, I'm sure, in terms of saying this kind of thing, you are definitely better than her." ”

Looking at the happy Jiang Han, Priscia laughed at herself in her heart:

Is it? I don't think so.

After laughing, Jiang Han didn't forget the formality, rubbed his hands together, and looked at the huge mountain range in the distance:

"Keep exploring, I'm going to find the dragon, I sensed a hint of it before, it must be in the mountains."