"Why, isn't that weird? Don't forget that she and I are both witches. Karen noticed the child's surprised look at Hela and said with some irony. Although witches are fond of showing ordinary people who do not know the way of magic miracles that they cannot understand, and in doing so, they gain their adoration and fear. But this sense of ostentation also often reminds them of the difference between themselves and humans, and even their fellow citizens, no two witches have the same abilities, and their talents are innate and unpredictable, and often difficult to control. Therefore, it is not the talented witches who will definitely make it to the end, but the mind and self-control are the criteria that the witches consider when selecting leaders.

In fact, in terms of talent alone, Karen is far inferior to Qili in witchcraft, and even Peg, who has been bullied by the latter, has a field that no one can match among the new generation of witches. But the witches would not give the task of garrisoning the two men anyway, in their opinion, Qili's personality is too unpredictable, and there is no reverence for the older witches, she can be used as the sharp knife of the witches, but the slightest mistake with this weapon will definitely hurt the knife bearer himself. As for Peg, although the little guy with long hair looked submissive, the sophisticated old witch had long seen her dissatisfaction with Heartbreaker, and if she had the opportunity, she would definitely cut off her connection with the witch group without hesitation.

In contrast, while Karen sometimes behaves in a way that is out of the ordinary because of her tyrannical heart, she shows a fair amount of respect for the witches and other witches. Although this respect is competitive, having a lust for power is not a bad thing for a witch, and lust can be the driving force that drives young witches to master magic and knowledge. However, before the witch with the snake whip could learn to control her temper, the elder found her a partner who was strong enough to restrain her, Hela.

The knife and fork were placed on a wooden plate. Did he eat enough? The child didn't know because he had never had a full meal before. But what he did know was that at least now his stomach didn't make a sound, and his limbs had some strength. That's good, that's enough. So he tried to say something he probably wouldn't have had the chance to say in his life, "I'm full." After saying that, his eyes, oh no, closed with one eye, and he looked like he was ready to die.

The witch's laughter echoed inside the empty fortress. "Oh, look at this poor little fellow. As she spoke, she got up from her chair and played with the snake whip in her hand, approaching her victim. Three sea serpents of different colors whispered in the child's ear, as if they were going to rip his throat open with their fangs at any moment! After a few minutes, the sound in the child's ears disappeared when the child had lost almost all of his mobility due to excessive nervousness.

"I said I would turn you into a potion, but not now. But remember, boy, the pay has been paid, and you're mine now. If you want to run, I'll push you into a pit full of poisonous snakes so that you can understand the meaning of the words pain and fear. Karen said with his back to the child before the figure disappeared into the hallway.

"Whew, whew" The man sitting in the chair breathed as he looked at the table and suddenly realized that he had gone through so much suffering, but death was not as easy to accept as he thought. At this moment, a pair of white hands gently picked up the wooden plate in front of him. It's hard to believe that, just a few minutes ago, these hands were as thin as ten thin hemp stalks. "Excuse me, what does she mean, and when will I die?" the child asked Hela with courage. Although he knew the origin of this witch, he was still not afraid of her, and those frightening strange stories and fears were not so frightening for people who really struggled to survive every day.

"Don't worry, she's like this, maybe she'll forget about it in a few days. But you can't leave now even if you want to, and before the tsunami recedes, can you help me do some work here?" Although her appearance is no longer withered, Hela's voice is still not confident, if it must be compared, it is like the sound of the sea breeze when it sweeps across the beach, a little hoarse, but unusually ethereal, making people afraid that it will disappear in the next moment, and will never be found again.

So the child nodded as a matter of course, and stood up to help with the wooden plate, but when he saw his right hand, which was ugly and deformed by the sea plague, he immediately carried it behind him. He remembered that someone had whipped him for being so ugly, and he didn't want Hela to hate him for it. However, witches naturally look at the beauty and ugliness of things differently, not to mention that as a tomb daughter, Hela's own physique makes her often show her ugly appearance. The lady smiled slightly, and didn't say much, but then, with a look on her face that suddenly thought of something, she spoke again, "Since you're here to help, tell me your name." So I can call you well, and besides, you already know my name, don't you?"

The child was silent for a moment before he said, "I'm sorry, ma'am, but I don't have a name... I have no parents, no companions, no one ever calls me..."

Hela looked down at the top of the child's head, half of the hair had been lost to the sea plague, replaced by a horrible flesh covered in lumps and abscesses. The witch's eyes dimmed slightly, "Nameless? In that case, how about I come up with a name for you? Don't worry, it won't be as casual as Hela. ”

He raised his head, looked into the woman's eyes, and said in a very small voice that seemed like a whisper and a pleading, "Please give me a name." ”

"Let me think... Sahe, what do you think of Sahe?"

"Sach, I see. My name is Saich. ”

The child, or rather Sach, was happy to get the name. Hela, however, did not tell him that in the ancient language used among witches, Sach meant plague. The name given to the plague in the grave sounds a little funny. But it's enough for this kid now. Walking towards the kitchen with a cheerful Sach, Hela glanced with some concern in the direction that Karen had left. As the assistant of the fortress's lieutenant, she knew what her mission was, but because of this, she was worried that the rivalry of her companions would make her too assertive, knowing that since the witch group had sent two witches to complete this task, it meant that this task must require the efforts of two people to complete. Maybe it's time to talk to her about the mission, after all, the tsunami is coming.

Thinking so, Hela magically blew out the candle at the long table.