As night fell, the fat man lay listlessly in bed. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info He had blocked the hole he had dug with a small piece of marble, and the whole space was as silent as a barren mountain, except for the sound of the witchcraft lamp on the roof of the villa. No, there are still birds singing in the barren mountains and mountains, and the fat man feels that there is a violent silence in this room, and the sound of witchcraft lamps will make people want to smash the table.

It may also be due to mood. The fat man felt that it was the result of his own upset.

He stood up, the words of the old woman and Vivien echoing in his mind.

He walked aimlessly towards the laboratory in the villa, he didn't know what a witch needed a laboratory for: could it be to tinker with some alchemy like a magician, or to make magic amplification potions or magic scrolls?

The fat man hadn't heard of any attachments to witches' cultivation, and witches didn't seem to have anything but their unique witchcraft, otherwise they wouldn't be so poor.

Take the magician as an example, a low-level magician, made a low-level scroll, what kind of brute force scroll, what kind of youth eternal scroll, can be sold in the auction house to those nobles who are no longer physically strong in "some aspects", and those nobles will pay tens of thousands of gold coins to buy this kind of mage's accessories. Therefore, mages are always the most popular and noble profession.

Not to mention the Holy See's magicians, they have a monopoly on the treatment of injuries and diseases, a bottle of divine bottle water for the treatment of wind and cold can be sold for fifty gold coins, and the medical industry is also profitable!

As for witches, at the mention of these two words, the fat man could only think of a black hat, a pair of long leather shoes, sexy thighs, and finally a strange witchcraft that even they themselves could not easily control.

They seem to be worth only their looks......

But they can't even betray their hue, the Holy See is very good at propaganda in this regard, no big noble, big rich man will think of marrying a witch, the big nobles have been influenced by the education of the Holy See since childhood, and feel that witches are more or less with "demonic power".

In fact, the witches are a bunch of poor girls. The fat man shook his head, he couldn't figure out why there was a laboratory after thinking about it for a long time.

He kicked open the door to the lab, and the tool he had used to dig the corner was lying tightly on the table.

Looking at the mace and some wood, an evil idea came to me: it couldn't be that these witches hadn't seen a man for too long, and they had to make their own tools to relieve their boredom, right?

This evil idea was fleeting, and the fat man felt that this idea was a little ridiculous: how could a girl as lovely as Vivien become one of those deep old resentful women in the aristocratic circle?

It is true that there may be old resentful women, but most witches are still cute and cute, after all, this is an academy, and they are all young and energetic girls.

The fat man saw a book in the upper right corner of the wooden table in the laboratory, "This place has been inhabited before?"

He got a little closer, and saw that the name of the book seemed to be "Witch Medicine"?

The fat man was not a doctor in his previous life, so why did he become interested in these "witch medicines"? Besides, the fat man really admired the old gods of the Holy See in his heart, and the divine bottle of water they configured with divine magic was really a bit of a bull's fork.

When the fat man first crossed over, he was not very suitable for the body of "Su Ge", he was almost a major illness a month, and a minor illness a week. Every time he got sick, he asked the servants in the family to go to the Holy See to buy two bottles of divine water, and once he drank it, there were no side effects.

Some of the sad things are that there are no weight loss potions, otherwise the fat man will definitely be able to throw his fat into the sewer: the lord is the son of the earl, and some are rich!

The fat man didn't even look through the book "Witch Medicine", he felt that this laboratory was completely an ornament, and he didn't need such a laboratory at all. He was planning to turn this place into a kitchen, after all, there was no kitchen in the house, and he heard that he would have to go to the cafeteria to eat.

Wait! There are countless little witches in the cafeteria?

The fat man decided to turn this laboratory into a romantic little room, and after he went to the cafeteria to hook up with the little witch, he looked directly at the little witch with his clear eyes, "Honey, maybe you will want to come to my villa to have fun, or even spend the night there, and there is one more room." ”

Then trick a certain little witch into the villa, leave it in the living room and have a bottle of alcohol, and trick the little witch into this romantic room...... Damn, it's perfect!

The sound of "rustling" suddenly echoed in the ears of the fat man. Weak mosquitoes and flies, if it weren't for the fat man's villa, it would be too quiet, and the fat man wouldn't have heard the rustling sound at all.

I don't know where the "rustling" sound came from. The fat man frowned: This voice, it seems to be coming from outside?

The fat man suddenly remembered that the poor little worm Vivien had a chain lock and told him to lock the door, and he felt that something unfathomable and magical was happening outside.

"Could it be that the demon appeared, walking on the ground and rubbing it to make a rustling sound?" the fat man was curious, and he walked quickly to the gate, bowing his head and removing the gravel from the hole he had dug next to the gate.

Picking out a few small pieces of rubble, the fat man lay on the ground and looked out, but he didn't see the imaginary demons and monsters. He originally thought that this witch academy would not appear at night with a large monster dozens of meters high.

Now the "rustling" outside has stopped.

He frowned, and buttoned the hole wider.

The moon shines like practice, sprinkled on the lawn in front of the villa gate.

The fat man pressed his eyes closer to the hole, and with a roll of his eyes, he looked at the moon in the sky.

The moon is like a delicious loaf of bread, and the loaf of bread is in the center...... There's a witch?

The fat man was sure that he saw a witch in a pointed hat and riding a broomstick in the middle of the moon approaching his cottage.

The fat man suddenly understood what was the use of a broom that little Vivien had left in his hands and had been cleaned by himself: it was a witch's riding tool! Just like Harry Potter?

Sudden mutation!

The fat man saw a dense black dot appear behind the witch, and a group of witches suddenly appeared on broomsticks, they covered the moonlight, and flew towards the fat man's stone house.

"I heard that a man is coming, do you know?"

"Yes, man, I've never seen a man!"

"The last time I saw a man was when I was eight years old, oh my God! I thought I would never see a man again in my life!"

Sounds like these came from the small hole to the fat man's ears.

"What did I say before? This witch academy is full of students, there should be no disgruntled women, they are all young and energetic girls?" said the fat man, giving himself a mouthful.

Is it any wonder that the poor little worm Vivien wants to lock the door for fear that she will become a thin person?

The fat man shouted towards the entrance of the cave, "You wait for me!"

With that, the fat man jumped up and rushed to the door. His purpose is clear: to unlock all those damn locks, and let these "lively and cute" witches talk to him in the hazy night!

"Damn it!"

The fat man found that he didn't have the keys to those locks, or that the locks didn't have keyholes, and he had to open them with magic power!

Silly Vivien!

"Let me out!" cried out the fat man in despair as he leaned on the iron door. He also didn't understand why Vivien wanted to lock the door for herself, maybe because she wanted to monopolize her male sex.

No wonder there are no chimneys, these witches can fly down from the sky...... For the first time in his life, the fat man hated the lock so much: this kind of thing shouldn't exist in the world, what else do you need to lock when you have a beautiful moral law?