The dimly lit interior of the fortress makes it impossible to distinguish the actual distance, and the children who follow the witch who calls herself Hela are quickly forgotten how many corridors they have turned and how many intersections they have passed. Interestingly, though, he was sure that he hadn't seen a single door along the way, in other words, not a single room. However, the child's limited vision and knowledge did not realize what this meant, and he just followed the witch step by step, looking forward to a big meal.

"Step!" footsteps echoed through the empty room. Hela stopped abruptly and let the child behind her nearly crash into her. "Here, wait here, I'll get some food. The witch said in her usual feeble voice, and was about to step into the darkness ahead. Fortunately, she didn't really leave her little tail behind her in the dark, and after taking two steps forward, Hela reacted with some hindsight and snapped her fingers lightly, so that two rows of dim candles lit up along the sides of the room, vaguely outlining a long table in the middle and the chairs around it.

"It's not going to be long. The witch hooked her hand as she spoke, and a chair moved itself from under the table. And though it was only a fleeting moment, the child who witnessed it all was certain that the power that pushed the chair came from something white protruding from the lower part of the tablecloth. He bit his lip, extremely disturbed by what he had just glimpsed, but the witch's orders were not to be disobeyed, it was a well-known truth in Heartbreaker. So he mustered up his courage and walked towards the long table, carefully examined the chair, and then sat down cautiously. As for Hela, the witch had turned into a hallway that was not illuminated by the candlelight when the child was suspicious.

Footsteps rang out again, but this time not from Hela, but from another witch stationed in the fortress, whose name the child remembered as Galen. The witch with the whip wrapped around her thigh casually looked around, frowning lightly as if she wasn't happy with the lit candles, "That guy always makes this place gloomy. She whispered, slamming the floor hard with the heel of her metal shoe. "Poof!" the flame on the candle swelled instantly, turning the blurred space bright and warm.

The child covers his eyes with his hand and does not lower it until a few seconds. By this time, Jia Lun had already sat on the other side of the long table, crossed his legs and looked at him. For a child, aesthetics is a difficult thing, especially without the education of both parents, it is difficult to distinguish what is beautiful and what is ugly. For example, even the taboo status of a witch aside, Garron, with her neatly built orange-red short hair, is likely to drive most of the men in the city insane. The witch's well-tended body and beautiful countenance, under the influence of her natural seductive magic, are no match for the vulgar fish-woman or the warbler who deals in the skin and flesh business. But for a child who has no standards of beauty and ugliness, this short-haired witch is by no means more beautiful than Hela, who helped him bandage his wounds. Sensing the banter in those eyes, the scars on the child sitting at the other end of the long table began to ache again.

"Don't worry, little one. Heartbreakers aren't going to do something as boring as a debt to someone like you. As if sensing the other's uneasiness, Karen leaned back and focused on the back of his chair. She rested her left hand under her chin and broke the silence with interest, "Since I promised you a full meal in exchange for your body, then I will fulfill this promise." Are you sure you want to eat what Hella makes, though?"

Seeing that the child's attention was attracted to her, the witch smiled smugly, "Do you think that she is a good person, will bandage your wounds, and take the initiative to help you make food?" Although it is not clear what Jia Lun means by this, for an orphan with a vicious disease, the so-called good person may not be enough to describe Hela, she is almost a messenger who brings light to the world in his eyes, although this oracle does not like light.

"Poofha! Do you really think that? Hahaha!" Jia Lun saw the expression on the child's face and instantly understood his thoughts. The witch laughed so unscrupulously that she almost fell out of her chair. The irritating laughter did not cease until the witch's stomach bent with soreness, and she wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes from laughter, and looked up at the child across the long table again. "Oh, you're such a stupid little bird that you forgot the butcher's butcher's knife just because there were grains of rice on the plate in front of you. It's not going to work, it's too boring for you to die like this, come, let me tell you the story of this Miss Hela!"

"Karon!" Hela shouted angrily at her companion as she stood in the hallway with a wooden tray of food. There was a rare obvious expression on her overly thin face. However, it is a pity that the thin body and the voice that is still lacking in energy even if she tries her best, Hela's stop only fuels Jialun's interest.

"What? do you want to stop me? Or do you want to tell your story to our little guest yourself? The witch deliberately stretched the word hela very long, as if to deliberately emphasize something. And this did make the children realize one thing, and that is that the pronunciation of the name Hela is almost exactly the same as the word grave in the Heartless Bay dialect. So when Hela placed the wooden plate on the table in front of the child, he couldn't help but add a little suspicion to his gaze at the witch.

"Hela, oh, what a malicious name. A cursed daughter born from a graveyard, a living dead from the womb of the dead! She's a celebrity in our witch group, and even that obnoxious Kiri isn't as legendary as she was when she was born. Karen giggled and said in an exaggerated tone, "Can I start your story?

Hela listened to her companion's cynicism and didn't react violently. He just picked up a red rose from the wooden plate and put it in front of his seat.

"You can eat and listen at the same time, little one. No, you'd better listen while eating, because I'm afraid you'll never be able to eat again after you hear this story. Jia Lun clapped his hands lightly, and two small black snakes the thickness of his thumb came out from under the table, and each rolled a knife and fork and placed it on the child's wooden plate.

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