The rocky beaches on the west coast are as sparsely populated as they are in the morning and evening.

The witches of each of the Canary Islands are keen to build houses around the bustling street market, both for the convenience of transportation and for the convenience of opening shops to attract foreign witch tourists.

Although tourism income is not a pillar industry, the peach industry is a well-deserved income majority, but its status is second only to the peach industry.

The East Coast is densely populated and full of shops, but the West Coast is like an abandoned place, and no one has repaired even the broken street lights.

There is plenty of light during the day, and things that I couldn't see clearly last night are clear at a glance. The glowing coral reef is temporarily "sleeping", and even the protruding parts of the sea are retracted under the surface of the sea, waiting for the next bloom.

A few lazy swimming fish search for food between the seagrass and the reef, swallowing the plankton that can be caught by the naked eye, turning their two round eyes and swimming aimlessly into the depths.

Riji sat down in her place last night, setting up the breakfast that had been packed, and waiting as she ate.

The breakfast at the Butcher Bird Hotel is rich in variety, and she chose Chinese food for the first time in a long time. There are witches from southern China, and you can also see the familiar white bread and siu mai.

The Chinese witch always has something hot for breakfast and lunch, while the Japanese witch is relatively lacking in temperature and full of humidity and water vapor.

She has inherited the eating habits of her previous life, and she will never tolerate a bento with water vapor.

I'm not in a hurry today, so I'll eat breakfast slowly at my favorite pace.

A few clouds accumulated above the sea, and the golden light overflowed from the sea level, tearing through the sea fog and clouds, and the wide sea reflected the three colors of orange-red, deep blue, and gray-white, and the sparkling waves shimmered and jumped on the blue curtain.

The air has some salty smell of seawater, fresh and bitter. Turquoise seaweed sways lazily, sometimes nestled in the arms of coral reefs.

Halfway through breakfast, she still hadn't seen yesterday's witch.

The other party was at the center of the mystery and was familiar with the nature of the water, and when he swam away, Ruiji didn't feel a trace of magic fluctuations. The witch did not rely on any magic means and magic props, and dived into the deep sea with her own strength, so that as a land witch, she had to wonder what the secret was.

Some folk magazines and tabloids have carried treasures or seals that allow witches to move freely in the water, and 80% of them are dross from dross magazines. The witches who obtained the treasures or seals used them to dive into the deep sea, and many witches living at the bottom of the sea bonded, and finally enjoyed the blessings of all people, full of the passionate yearning of a single witch for a life of hugging left and right.

The essence of dross is a collection of all kinds of unrealistic, even some obscene fantasies, the more outrageous the content, the more eye-catching, the witch who writes lives on the subscription fees of other witches, racking her brains every day to think about how to make the story more appealing to readers.

Riji has read a few articles related to the deep sea, and the content is the same, but the writing and plot structure are appropriate, so that people can barely make it to the end.

The witch who disappeared into the shallow sea is more beautiful and attractive than the dregs portrayed.

In the geography textbook of the Witch World Line, it is mentioned that the deep sea witch family, the deep sea witch, that is, the branch of the witch who was born in the deep sea, grew up in the deep sea, and can move freely under the surface of the sea.

Since the end of the 12th century, the witch of the deep sea has disappeared, as if it was wiped out from the witch races of the world overnight, leaving no trace.

The Forest Witch and the Sky Witch are still alive, and although the number of Mountain Witches and Underground Witches is relatively rare, they will also show their faces at the right time, but the Deep Sea Witch has never appeared again.

They are as mysterious as the blue deep sea, and they are easy to evoke the reverie of land witches.

Ratchet suspects that last night's witch may be the Witch of the Deep who has disappeared for 900 years, and it is rumored that the Witch of the Deep is the only witch among the many branches who can move freely in the water without relying on magic, and the rest of the branches cannot do so.

She hadn't carefully studied the knowledge of the witch race's split, so she didn't know what was going on at that time for the time being.

After eating the dry fried beef river, the next thing is the green vegetable and lean pork porridge and tea eggs that are still steaming, and the ice soy milk at hand exudes a trace of coolness. The price of the food is not expensive, but the feeling of eating three Michelin stars on the scenic seaside is delicious.

In the finishing stages, only a fritter was left for breakfast. Although it is a little full, it must be no problem to stuff it down, and there is still a little gap in the stomach. Wasting food is a bad act, and Rigi never approves of it.

A bubble bubbled out of the shallow sea near the rocky beach, and a delicate gray shadow sped through the swaying blue, getting closer and closer to the silver beach.

"Brush—"

Gray Shadow's head rises, and the upper half of his body rushes out of the sea.

The water was stirred and shaken, and there were bursts of chaotic and rapid ripples. In the center of the ripples floated a girl with long silver hair and pale blue eyes.

The distance between the girl and Ruiji was only a few meters, and the two came to a special eye contact.

Not affectionate, but across land and sea.

"You...... Wait, can you have a good chat with me this time? ”

Ruiji put down the remaining half of the fritters in his hand and reached out to grab the witch in the sea. The witch rushed to the beach with one lunge, snatched her fritters away, and reproduced the way she had left last night, and escaped into the endless deep blue, leaving her stunned on the shore for a long time.

That's a bit excessive. Not only robbed the breakfast of other witches, but left without even saying hello without looking back, not only rude but also very irresponsible, like a scumbag who runs away after flirting.

She waited on the beach until almost noon, but the cunning witch refused to show her face.

The mood became both annoyed and helpless, the time spent in the Canary Islands was only three days, three days was very short, it was over in the blink of an eye, and if you couldn't talk to the witch before leaving, you would be left with a regret in your heart.

No witch likes regret and missing out, because the probability of meeting a deep sea witch is lower than the probability of Shizuru getting a girlfriend right away.

"Next time, try to lure her with some other food, a few more times will be successful, and you must not let her run away again."

From the witch's reaction just now, Ruiji thought that she was interested in the food of the land country. Yesterday's burritos were not robbed, and there are stalls selling burritos all over the island, which is not a rare item.

American-style food has no temptation for witches, and it is very likely that you will have to take food from other countries to catch people.

There are two days left, so she can come back when she has free time, and she can always succeed by trying a few more times. There was no hostility on the witch's face just now, and Reiki was sure she could see her expression—alienated, wary, confused, and curious. The sudden appearance of the witch becomes a new land worth exploring, and it needs to be approached again and again to be tempted.

Ruiji packed up the food packaging garbage, rode back to the hotel to rest, and fished in the room until dinner time.

Dinner is advanced to 4:30 a.m., and it takes half an hour to prepare all the dishes from ordering to serving. The Butcher Bird Hotel is all about manual cooking, and every dish is handmade by the witch chef.

The witches of the Grand Hotel are ashamed of relying on magic cooking, and it is undoubtedly blasphemous to construct the well-known universal techniques and use them to complete the sacred process of cooking.

Blasphemy against gastronomy, blasphemy against the chef's profession and diners.

Witches can be a little perverted in some ways, and this perversion is especially reflected in the best of all walks of life.

At 4:25 p.m., the waiter brought all the dishes to the rectangular table covered with a pale gold tablecloth, and thoughtfully prepared several cutlery, knives, forks, spoons and chopsticks.

The food is varied, with a focus on seafood from the Atlantic region, such as the most famous crayfish. Other dishes also have their own characteristics, especially fried green tomatoes. Fresh green tomatoes are coated with breadcrumbs and flour and fried in a pan to create a sweet and sour taste underneath the crispy fried coat, a perfect combination of two extreme tastes.

The main course is seafood noodles and assorted rice with shrimp, reindeer sausage as a side dish, crab cakes and apple pie, and Tennessee spicy chicken with Manhattan clam chowder.

In addition to the main meal, there are also several kinds of desserts prepared after the meal.

Ruiji let the mobile phone eat first, and took a picture of a whole table of dishes and sent them to Feng Buyue in Japan, so as to achieve the purpose of releasing poison late at night. Feng Buyue replied with a resentful expression, regretting that he couldn't be in the restaurant of the Butcher Bird Hotel.

"Miss Sakuma, are you still satisfied with the service provided by the Butcher Bird Hotel?"

Miss Eudora, who was sitting opposite, was full of energy and magic. Although most of the time he spent his time messing with other witches, he didn't see any fatigue on his face, and most likely he violently absorbed the magic power of other witches.

The contact between witches and witches can be complementary, as long as they are done in the right way. Witches are different from ordinary humans, who only feel tired and sleepy from a deep biological discussion.

"Very satisfied. You have a very good eye for choosing a hotel, any area can be regarded as a tourist attraction, and the mobile phone photo album is almost full. ”

Rij's answer was sincere.

A witch from an ordinary background is very satisfied without staying in a high-end hotel, and ordinary business rooms can also get high-end enjoyment. Staying at the Butcher Bird Hotel was a bonus, and there was nothing to give back but gratitude and pleasure to enjoy everything you could.

"There are a lot of interesting scenes to shoot this evening, such as the Atlantic Ocean at sunset, the view of the seabed. Our Bianchi family has always been involved in the development and research of underwater photography equipment, and the new product that is about to be launched is currently in the trial stage, which is equipped with the same magic charging module as the flying broomstick, which can achieve a truly unlimited battery life, and can store millions of photos. ”

Miss Eudora flicked her wrist, and there was an extra black box in her hand. In the middle of the box is a mini camera, which can be easily clipped to clothing and record the surrounding footage at any time.

"You can shoot more if you like. The most important thing is to have fun. ”

The black box magically slid down the meter-long dining table to Richie's hand.

"The operation method is no different from the ordinary camera equipment on the market, I believe you can easily get started. The departure time is set at half past six, and the starting place is Peregrine Falcon Island, another sub-island of the Canary Islands, which is just opposite Butcher Bird Island, only a few dozen kilometers apart. ”

With dozens of plates of delicacies and a gorgeous long dining table, Ruiji inexplicably has a sense of "The Last Supper". It's okay not to set up a flag, and she knows how important it is.

Once you assume that you must do something after the mission is over, you will fall into the circle of planting flags, and it is very likely that you will not be able to come back, like an old general on the stage.

"Thank you."

She took the shot of not knowing how many yen it costed, picked up the knife and fork and focused on fighting the steak on the iron plate, and kept her mood relaxed and happy.

The food is not to be disappointed, and so are your taste buds.

……

After the long-awaited evening arrived as scheduled, Ruiji and her rich woman employer boarded a small yacht and sailed out to the butcher's bird island and sailed to the peregrine falcon island opposite.

The witches of the Canary Islands use docile bird names as their general names, but each sub-island is called a bird of prey, highlighting the contrast vividly. The witches of the island can be both docile birds and birds of prey, and the nature of birds of prey is reflected at night, especially in the peach-colored industry.

The magic items needed for the dive are stored in the cabin of the yacht, and the special anti-stress wetsuit is also included.

Industrial products made of Kraken and Abyssal Dragon skin tissues can resist the strong pressure of seawater and the attack of ferocious undersea creatures to a certain extent, and the material is light and thin, does not react with seawater and corrosive liquids, completely blocks, and can reduce the loss of magic in the process of diving into the deep sea.

It looks a lot like a regular wetsuit, it is pure black in color, snug to the body, and has fins and eyepieces. There is a lighting system on the top of the eyepiece, and after the lighting system is exhausted, it can be recharged by the witch's own magic power, which is closely combined with magic and technology, and is extremely convenient.

Riji changed into a wetsuit in the locker room, and the witch in the mirror was tightened by the small size of fabric, especially in the career line and the absolute realm, and the damn tightness made her feel a strange shame.

Under the wetsuit is a hollow body, excluding underwear, and the more I think about it, the more delicate I feel.

"If I continue like this, I'll be captivated by myself......"

Long black straight hair and outstanding appearance, eye color is also beautiful, and he looks completely different from his previous life, and every time he looks in the mirror, he is like facing a strange beauty.

After admiring her graceful figure, Ruiji put on the belt that had been prepared and checked each bottle of deep diving potion. The lid of the potion was tightly sealed, and the bottle was intact and unshattered.

The wand snapped into the buckle of the wetsuit, and the dive back was packed with props - spare eyepieces and lighting, compressed oxygen cylinders, new fins, waterproof communicators, and a sports drink mixed with recovery potions.

Well prepared, but everything is burning money.

There is a saying that "if you love a witch, send her to dive, and if you hate a witch, you must send her to dive". Diving is also a project that only rich witches can afford, and the money to buy equipment can cover the income of ordinary witches for several months, not counting the course and transportation expenses.

Ruiji suddenly felt that it was good to play with a boring rich second-generation witch, and the things of white prostitutes were always more fragrant than spending money on their own.

Recently, I feel that my confidence is declining, and my heart is unstable, and I hope to get some encouragement from book friends.

(End of chapter)