"Anyone?"

Annan's head poked in through the door.

This "witch's house" is bigger than expected, with a living room with oil lamps and a fireplace behind the door, and the untreated tree textures on the walls make the house look twisted and grotesque, and there are asymmetrical things everywhere, windows, fireplaces, long tables, ...... It's like a twisted world in the eyes of a drunken man.

It's hard to walk in a straight line in a room.

Seeing that there was no response to the call, Annan stepped on the floor.

Squeak - squeak -

Many strange glass bottles were placed on wooden shelves by the wall, beating hearts, goat's eyes, two-legged ginseng, and Annan saw a frog with eyelashes in the glass bottle...... I don't know if a kiss will become a princess.

This angle allowed Annan to see a hunchbacked shadow projected on the wall deep in the house, flickering in and out with the firelight.

"Hello?"

The trembling shadow did not respond, and Annan continued on. For fear of frightening the seemingly old figure, Annan also deliberately stepped on the floor to "creak".

But when he entered the room from the living room, the shadow and its owner were gone.

The crucible on the campfire was boiling something, the sticky, dark green slime indicating that it was not food, but there were wooden bowls and spoons beside it.

"Excuse me, anyone?"

Annan looked curiously into the darkness deeper in the room, unaware of a shadow rising from behind him......

"Oh, a lost boy."

Annan turned abruptly and looked at the silhouette of a rickety man in a black cloak standing behind him. She glanced at Annan a few times and let out an unsettling hoarse laugh: "Is it just you?" ”

"Well, it's just me."

Annan deliberately pretended to be scared and looked forward to the next development.

"It's pathetic...... You must be hungry, right? The smiling witch passed by Annan, and the strange slender withered man picked up the wooden bowl with both hands, filled it with a bowl of dark green slime, and handed it to Annan.

"Let's have a bowl."

Annan expressed disgust: "Don't. ”

"Drink......" The witch with a wooden bowl approached Annan.

"Drink first." Annan leaned back and pushed away.

"You drink!"

Annan and the witch began to wrestle. The witch wanted to pour the slime into Annan's mouth, and Annan wanted to push the wooden bowl back into the witch's face.

Click-

It's just that the wooden bowl of ordinary wood was cracked by two forces, and all the slime leaked out.

"Bad boy, you've me off!" The witch threw away the bowl and let out an ominous roar.

As the words fell, Annan's body suddenly lit up with the powerful brilliance of the High Defense Magic.

There was a brief silence on the edge of the bubbling cauldron.

"I—I'm just talking about ...... fun"

"Do you think I believe it?" Annan clasped his hands to his lips and shouted outside, "Dean Brehim! ”

The dean walked in: "The anchor is placed. ”

"Aren't you lost!" The witch had a deceived tone.

"I didn't say I was lost."

"Aren't you alone?"

"I did come in alone." Annan said as he stood beside the dean and pointed to the witch, "She triggered my defensive magic just now. ”

"I know, a prank." Dean Brehim looked at the House of Witches.

Annan was surprised, so the witch is not actually a bad person?

"What's that pot of slime?"

"A very poor-looking soup."

"What do you want!" A humiliated witch interrupts Annan's conversation with the dean.

The dean turned and walked out, and Annan was completely relieved: "You know, I'm a warlock. ”

Sophia shuddered unwillingly, she was ready to die to protect her chastity...... But doesn't seem to be that important about your chastity?

The boy didn't seem to be much of a nuisance......

"So can you tell me, what are you doing here?"

The witch was slightly silent and replied, "...... I don't like crowded places. ”

"That's it?"

"Hmmm......"

On the other side, Brehim, who was visiting the Witch's House, stopped in front of the wooden frame.

Annan turned around: "What's wrong?" ”

"The man was turned into a frog."

"I knew it." Annan came to the dean's side, "How do you lift the curse and kiss it?" ”

"It's just Transfiguration."

Dean Brehim raised his staff and tapped the glass bottle.

The long-eyelashed frog that was sitting in the glass bottle suddenly swelled and shattered the glass bottle.

It's just that it wasn't a princess who appeared in front of Annan, or even a stranger—

"Why are you so miserable every time I meet you?"

Annan stared wordlessly at the bard who had risen from the floor, the last time in the dungeon of Beta.

"You should say, why is it always a coincidence that you were rescued." The bard flapped the ashes on his robe.

"Why?"

"I don't know." In a chanting tone, he said, "Maybe the wind brought you here......

"No, it's Dean Brehim."

"It's boring to talk to you."

"So why are you here?" Annan asked him.

The bard replied, "Actually, I begged her to do it." I wanted to write a long poem about a witch, but she was a reclusive witch who said she would refuse to be touched, that no one should come to her house, so I begged her to turn me into a frog and bring me here. ”

"She was in close contact with me just now."

"It can't be!"

Annan recalled the scene when he tore up with her: "It's true. ”

"Damn warlocks." The bard was jealous: "She actually has a beautiful appearance. I also wanted to capture her with a story...... But now it's all cheaper for you. ”

Annan looked at the witch who was standing on the side, disguised as a hunchbacked witch. "I was trying to scare you away, but you came in instead." The witch's confession was full of resentment.

Forget it, no matter how beautiful you are, you're just human.

Annan's attention returned to the bard: "How long have you been here?" ”

"It's been almost three months."

"No wonder."

It's no wonder that the magic image and the Philosopher's Stone have been advertised for so long, and no trace of the bard has ever been found.

Annan told him that he was going to take the expeditionary force to conquer the nezumi and wanted to send him back to Liberty City first.

"I'm with you." The bard said.

The bard, who was already an elite, could have brought it with him, and he said he could make up the expedition into a story.

As for what to do with witches...... Annan smiled at her. His smile made Sophia a little uncomfortable, it felt like ...... She didn't know how to describe it, but ...... It's like being cared for.

And it didn't arouse his resistance and disgust with outsiders at all.

"It's going to get more and more dangerous here, and there's no rumor that 'it's unfortunate not to approach witches.'" Annan said.

"Go to Middle-earth. There's a Liberty City there, where all people and races can find a home. ”

(End of chapter)