As night fell, somewhere in the barren mountains and woods, the light of the bonfire dispelled a small area of darkness. Two witches were sitting by the bonfire, looking at the fish soup that was sizzling in a hanging pot on the fire.
Although it was a camping trip, this pot of fish soup was extremely delicious, exuding the ultimate deliciousness that could carry the fragrance for miles.
"Wow, I didn't expect that your craftsmanship, Miss, is really well-deserved. I heard before that you went to work as a nutritionist for the Armed Forces Club. I thought it was just a gimmick?"
Wen Wen smelled the aroma in the pot, wiped the saliva that unconsciously flowed from the corner of her mouth, and then said this.
She had just watched the entire cooking process of this eldest lady. It was obvious that everyone used the same witch's cooking magic, but the taste of the fish soup in front of her was much more delicious than what she had made before.
Dorothy nodded with satisfaction at the compliment of this ignorant senior. Then she waved her hand gently, and the invisible magic tentacles picked up the bowls and chopsticks on the side, and then took them out of the pot.
I had two bowls of fish soup.
"Eat quickly, it's time to work after eating."
The house witch said so.
Wen Wen stretched out her hand to take her bowl. She looked at the milky white and rich soup in the bowl, and then ignored the piping hot soup that had just come out of the pot. She took a sip directly, and then she was directly glared at by the cat's tongue.
Her eyes were widened, but the strong and delicious fragrance that exploded in her mouth made her reluctant to spit out this imported delicious food.
She was suffering and enjoying it at the same time, until after swallowing the mouthful of soup, she stuck out her tongue like a dog to let it cool.
"Can't you use some magic to protect your tongue?"
Dorothy on the other side said speechlessly.
The boiling hot soup just out of the pot is enough to burn a mortal's tongue, but it will not hurt the witch's body. However, just because she won't be hurt doesn't mean she won't feel hot.
If the witch's body is not blessed with magical power, its ability to sense various things will only be more acute than that of ordinary people. Therefore, things that ordinary people find spicy, hot, and refreshing will only be perceived more strongly and clearly.
Of course, it's just a feeling.
For example, if they are also burned by fire, both witches and mortals who have not used magic power will whine in pain, and even witches will scream louder, but mortals may have skin blisters or even scars, but witches also
It's just a loud voice, but actually the skin won't be hurt at all.
"No, using magic to protect it can shield the pain, but it will also dull the sense of taste, which is a waste of delicious food."
Regarding the house witch's suggestion, Wen Wen argued with reason, and then she held the bowl and blew air carefully, as if she wanted to cool down the fish soup.
Dorothy: "."
You idiot, we are witches, we can do magic, okay, you are still bragging.
While she was thinking this, a burst of cold air burst out from her hands, and this cold air spread to the bowl, instantly cooling the scalding fish soup to the perfect temperature for her mouth.
The otaku witch then happily enjoyed the delicious fish she had caught all day long.
Why didn't she catch this fish? Nonsense, fishing is such an inconvenience. Who stipulates that fish must be caught from the river? Why can't what she caught from other fishermen be considered fishing?
She was fishing with both the fish and the fish, and what matters is that only those who are willing to take the bait take the bait. This is the advanced realm of a fisherman. Anyone who understands understands it. If you don’t understand, you should reflect on whether your realm is not enough.
Anyway, it is really refreshing and wonderful to enjoy the joy of harvest after a tiring day.
Wen Wen: "."
The black-winged witch looked at the eldest lady across from her using ice magic to cool down, and then she suddenly realized.
Yes, I am a witch and can use magic.
Only then did she remember that she was an extraordinary person. There were countless ways to cool down a bowl of fish soup, but she really couldn't blame her. After all, the magic abilities of witches were almost entirely focused on fighting. In The Witch of the Forest,
Before the creation of the Life Magic series, few people thought of using magic in daily life.
It's all because of the blindness of inertial consciousness.
After waking up, Wen Wen actually wanted to imitate the eldest lady and use ice magic to cool down, but just when she was about to do it, she realized that she didn't seem to know the power of accurately cooling the fish soup.
If the fish soup is too cold, it will be very fishy and not delicious.
So the question is, should you risk losing a bowl of delicious food and try bravely, or should you be more conservative and continue to use your mortal mouth to perform stunts?
The black-winged witch pondered for a while, then silently continued to puff up her cheeks and start blowing.
"Huhu. Huh."
Dorothy: "."
"What do you know? If you cheat with magic, you will lose your soul. This is how good things should be enjoyed."
Noticing the way the eldest lady opposite looked at him like a fool, Wen Wen argued seriously.
It can only be said that she is worthy of being a professional journalist, and the nonsense that comes out of her mouth does not make her blush at all.
The otaku witch was a little speechless, but she didn't expose the senior's last stubbornness. She just reached out to the soup pot in front of her and cooled the remaining fish soup in the pot to the optimal drinking temperature.
Then she looked at the Soul Eater senior opposite, with a teasing smile.
Wen Wen: "."
The black-winged witch directly protected her mouth with magic power, then drank the bowl of fish soup in her hand that was still piping hot after blowing for a long time, and then poured herself another bowl without changing her expression.
It doesn’t matter if there is no soul, we journalists have always attached great importance to the spirit of seeking truth from facts.
Across from her, Dorothy smiled brightly, and above her head, the hat-wearing senior was secretly lowering her tentacles and directly reaching into the pot to eat frantically.
You ask why she doesn't eat it openly?
Haha, food is the most delicious when it is eaten secretly, okay, eating secretly is the real soul.
And when Wen Wen finished chewing the second bowl slowly and was ready to have another bowl.
Where is my fish soup? Where did my big pot of fish soup go?
The black-winged witch looked at the empty pot and doubted life for a moment.
"Okay, now that you've eaten and drank enough, it's time to go to work."
Dorothy, on the other hand, glanced angrily at the hat that was secretly burping on top of her head, then cast a cleaning spell to clean the pots and dishes and put them away, then stood up with her sword in hand.
She looked at the Japanese castle not far away, although it was not as majestic as the former castle tower, but it was still luxurious and huge.
There is the Lord's Mansion of this place that the little fishing witch mentioned before.
"You should exercise after meals to eliminate food."
In her eyes, the mark of the talisman flashed away. When she saw the evil spirit floating above the castle like dark clouds, she shook her head and her eyes gradually became cold.
"Ah, isn't it? Miss, are you serious?"
Seeing the actions of the house witch, Wen Wen became a little uneasy.
She originally thought that the eldest lady was just talking to the little fishing witch for fun, but she didn't expect that the eldest lady was really sincere and would really come to her if something happened.
"Are you really going to level that castle, just the two of us?"
The black-winged witch pointed at the heavily guarded Chinese mansion and asked.
Dorothy shook her head.
"Of course it's not the two of us."
But before Wen Wen could take a breath, she continued.
"It's me, you photographer, don't add drama to yourself."
Black Winged Witch: "."
"Then you are planning to use the power of the Inquisition?"
Wen Wen asked again.
If the eldest lady is acting as the Grand Inquisitor Clown, it would not be a big problem to take down this castle alone. After all, the spell slots of the Inquisition are real plug-ins.
"Senior, what are you talking about? We are filming Demon Shadow. Wouldn't it be a drama to have a trial court?"
Dorothy also looked at this senior sister speechlessly.
"Of course it's fine with the sword in my hand."
The house witch raised the red shadow demon sword in her hand and said so confidently.
"Then you're not fooling around? There are already more than a dozen great witches in this castle just from what I can sense. There is also a rookie who is estimated to have title-level strength, but neither of the two great witches like me is there. Go up and deliver it.
ah."
Wen Wen was also a little anxious.
There is no way, the photographer of this documentary is not invincible. She is a real war reporter. If the two sides really fight, the other party will not care whether she is an innocent photographer or not, they will only treat her as an accomplice of the young lady.
Let her chop it together.
It was okay to kill those ronin warriors before. After all, those ronin were really weak and could not threaten her as a photographer, but now this family is a Japanese Chinese stronghold, and the configuration inside is no joke. She is really
Can't stand it.
"My eldest lady, let's just take a picture of a ghost. Are we really risking our lives?"
She tried to persuade the eldest lady to change her mind.
"Senior sister, do you think I have been acting all this time?"
Dorothy didn't say much, she just looked at Wen Wen calmly and then asked.
"Well, isn't it?"
The black-winged witch also blinked and asked in confusion.
Dorothy: "."
Damn, senior sister, if you don’t give me face like this, it’s going to be very difficult for me.
The house witch couldn't stand it any longer.
And just when she was about to reorganize her words to explain, she suddenly sensed something, frowned, and then disappeared in a flash.
Soon, Dorothy came back, but there was a struggling little witch in her hand.
"It's you, why are you here?"
Wen Wen recognized the little witch in the eldest lady's hand. After all, the delicious fish soup he ate just now was caught by someone else.
"It's you, big sisters."
The little witch, who originally thought she had been caught and was struggling wildly, recognized the identities of the two people with the help of the light of the bonfire. She immediately stopped struggling, and then her eyes turned red.
"Sister, please save my sister and everyone in the village."
The little witch begged while wiping her tears.
Dorothy frowned immediately. She put down the little witch in her hand, then squatted on the ground, looked at the little witch and asked softly.
"What happened? What happened to your sister and everyone in the village?"
"My sister and everyone were kidnapped by the lord's people. It was said that the villagers had taken over the lord's grandfather's land, but that land was clearly given to us by that witch's house."
The little witch also tried hard to control her emotions, and she opened her mouth to tell what happened.
And after hearing the little witch's words, Dorothy's face became more and more gloomy.
Sure enough, until the cancer of the Chinese race is eliminated, the Japanese witches cannot even think about living a good life.
She originally wanted to be gentle and peacefully warn the Chinese people by demolishing them, but these guys who had a good life were really intimidated and unethical.
Peaceful demolition cannot save the Japanese island. If the civilians of the Japanese island really stand up, they can only carry out a thorough agrarian revolution.
Attack the Chinese and divide their fields.
The house witch took a deep breath, then slowly looked at the little witch in front of her, and spoke as gently as possible.
"It's okay. I'm here. You can go back to the village first. Your sister and everyone in the village will go back soon."
She said so.
After hearing this, the little witch stopped crying. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the big sister in front of her, and then she was silent for a while.
"Sister, you won't lie to me."
"Of course not, big sister, I never lie."
Dorothy answered seriously.
"Then let's pull the hook, and the deceiver will swallow a thousand needles."
The little witch stretched out her little finger. In the world of children, this is already the strongest contract.
"Well, a liar swallows a thousand needles."
Dorothy also stretched out her little finger and made a contract with the little witch.
After pulling across the ditch, the little witch breathed a sigh of relief, and then she turned around and left.
The otaku witch didn't stop either. She directly picked up her sword and flew towards the Japanese castle not far away.
The black-winged witch was left a little confused. She stretched out her hand, wanting to persuade the eldest lady to calm down, but looking at the little witch who hadn't gone far, Wen Wen really couldn't speak.
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The black-winged witch gritted her teeth, then flapped her wings and chased after her.
Not far away, inside the castle, although it was night, the city was brightly lit, and a group of warriors smiled evilly around a group of tied up villagers.
"Grandpa Kameda, it is this group of daring and unruly people who dare to invade your land."
A warrior said to the ugly witch with fat head and big ears sitting on the main seat.
The grandpa, who was gorgeously dressed but had a sinister face, was looking at the trembling villagers below with his small eyes and smiled disdainfully.
"Then let's teach these unscrupulous people a lesson first and let them remember clearly who is the master around here."
"Haha, I can't do anything about the Battōsai, so why can't I cure these unruly people?"
Grandpa Kameda took a sip of tea and then gave casual instructions.
Suddenly, the Kameda family warriors who had been waiting for a long time showed lewd smiles. They looked at the group of villagers who had lost their resistance. Some warriors waved their whips and made crackling sonic booms.
"Where's Yu Mei? Why isn't she here? Her favorite thing on weekdays is to watch executions."
Grandpa Kameda thought of her daughter and she asked.
"Go back to grandpa, the eldest lady went out to find someone to test the knife today. She just got a good knife."
The warrior on the side said quickly.
"Well, it's a good thing that my son is so diligent, but it's a pity that there are so many targets for testing swords in front of me, and Yumei is not here. It doesn't matter, let them breathe. When my Yumei comes back, I will compete with her.
His swordsmanship is better than cutting down several targets with one sword."
Grandpa Kameda said this.
However, as soon as she finished speaking, an object quickly hit her in the air.
Grandpa Kameda's eyes narrowed, and then her plump body moved at a high speed that was completely inconsistent with her size. With a flash of the sword, the unknown object was cut in two by her sword.
"Who is it? How dare you do this."
She was about to shout so loudly, but before she could finish her words, her eyes suddenly widened and she looked at the thing on the ground that she had chopped into two pieces.
It was a corpse, the corpse of a young and beautiful witch.
"Yumi, my Yumei"
Grandpa Kameda's huge body trembled and fell to her knees. The layers of fat on her body were all rippling. She looked at the corpse on the ground in disbelief, and then her eyes turned red.
"Who is it? I want you to die."
The terrifying magic power burst out from her body, causing the world to change color.
And my grandfather, who was already as ugly as a pig, looked even more ferocious at this moment, with those scarlet eyes that preyed on everyone. Just one look at him was terrifying.
But amidst the terrifying pressure of the top witch, someone slowly walked over.
"Grandpa is good at swordsmanship. He can make two cuts with a clean cut. But I don't know if you are satisfied with the feel of the target I'm trying on?"
The cold swordsman said with a smile.
"The thief is so brave, please die."
When had her grandpa, who had always been domineering for a long time, been provoked like this? She roared angrily, and then her huge body rushed towards the cold swordsman.
But when the swordsman saw this, he just slightly pulled out the sword in his hand, and the sky, which was originally bright and bright, was once again shrouded in dark clouds, and the earth fell into darkness.
In this darkness, there was a dragon's roar that resounded throughout the world.
"The red shadow evil dragon sleeping deep in the sea of blood, wake up, the time of gluttony has arrived."
