In the cold fog of the early morning, the port was slightly cold. Many hungover sailors were still sleeping soundly in the pubs and hotels from last night. There were only a few workers on the dock carrying goods, and occasionally a shouting voice came from the dock.
, long and echoing.
Lorraine Hill pulled up the hood of her black winter skirt. Only a little hair was exposed from her shoulders and scattered on her chest. She walked on the street with small steps, very light, and her eyes swept the port and the streets one by one with curiosity.
scenery.
Many shops are still closed. Residents living in the cold north seem to get up later than people in other places. In front of some shops that have just opened, shopkeepers are sweeping the streets.
The ticking sound of horseshoes was particularly clear in such a street, and one could hear the crisp sound of the iron horseshoes hitting the stone tiles on the ground.
The girl raised her head and saw a person riding a black horse walking slowly on the street in front of her. The horse was very tall, and she could feel the strong strength and physical strength from the smooth fur, but riding on it
The other person was wearing a long black robe, and his face could not be seen clearly.
Maybe there is a black knight under the black robe, wearing fine full-body armor, or maybe it is a necromancer with a haggard face and deep eyes, many people speculated.
Until he slowly stopped in front of a cafe, the crisp sound of horse hooves disappeared, and the street became quiet again.
There was a sound of wind chimes as the door was pushed open, followed by the familiar and friendly welcoming voice of the clerk.
"Welcome, good morning and may the new moon be with you."
"Good morning." A girl's voice, as cold as a clear spring, came from under the black robe.
Then, there was a burst of cheers in the store, and even many pedestrians on the street heard it and turned their eyes curiously.
"Miss Heron!"
"The Frost-fingered Witch"
"The wait is finally over."
"This time, take notes carefully."
There was a burst of noise in the store, and then it was separated by the closed door, and the street returned to the previous silence.
That woman must be the witch often heard about in the north.
When Lorraine Hill passed by this cafe, he glanced at the glass closet and saw the witch in the shop standing among the people, seeming to be explaining something, and occasionally using the word "Dark Blue" on the stone tablet.
Write some writings and pictures with chalk.
There will be such characters everywhere. They have a wealth of knowledge, can answer some common questions of residents, and help others resolve some of the depression and hardships that are difficult to escape from in life.
Such people have different representatives in various places, some are priests, some are scholars, some are Confucian scholars in the countryside, and in the north, there are existences like witches.
The Mercury Dynasty was a very unique country or era. The witches at that time were extremely influential, but the number of witches was always small. The witches became the bridge and intermediate existence between humans and witches. They were used in ancient times.
Act as a wise man, an adviser, a physician, a guide, etc., assisting lords and generals in various places to complete various tasks.
Unlike nobles who rely on blood inheritance, the inheritance of witches is similar to that of wizards and mages, relying on the learning of knowledge to become or be recognized. Slightly different from mages who emphasize the master-apprentice system, the inheritance model of witches is more influenced by witches
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They are not a single master-apprentice system, which means that they do not specifically recognize anyone as a teacher, or study under a certain disciple, but a group teaching inheritance model, or what is commonly known as the relationship between seniors and juniors.
Within a small group of witches, the experienced "seniors" of witches will jointly teach the younger "juniors", and the "juniors" will also learn different knowledge from each of the "seniors" or ask for advice.
At the same time, unlike the increasingly commercialized master-apprenticeship system, this inheritance has a relationship similar to that of a family. Witches in the same group will continue to contact each other even after they get married and start a family, and will continue to contact each other when encountering difficulties.
Help each other.
Although such a small group of witches usually only has about a dozen people and is not considered powerful, being small also has its advantages, that is, everyone in a small group will be more familiar and close to each other, and will not be too left out or give up on any one of them.
Lorraine Hill walked past the cafe, recalling in his mind the knowledge he learned from Trinasha, as well as the stories he occasionally heard from Chrissy and the others.
From this point of view, witches and witches are really similar. After all, in the distant past, witches were followers of various witches. It is natural and not surprising to imitate the relationship between worshipers.
In Trinasha's inherited memory, Lorraine Hill had vaguely seen a group of witches dressed in black and blue. They wore wide witch hats and long black skirts, and the skirts and cuffs had blue butterfly marks.
, these witches have followed Trinasha for hundreds of years, conquering the elven kingdoms and governing the country. They are powerful lieutenants, and there are many powerful beings from Sequence 8 among them.
However, with the disintegration of the Mercury Dynasty, the fall of Oz, and the gradual retirement of many witches, the model of witches has slowly dissipated. Most of the witches who are still active today are concentrated in the north, and most of them use frost and undead.
Most of the power comes from the witch disciples of the Wise-Eyed Crow.
Walking through the streets in the early morning, Lorraine Hill's pace quickened a little and came to the port hall next to the pier. Various ships and goods arriving at the port are usually registered here. If you want to check the ships coming from the south, you naturally come here.
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"Hello, what's the matter?"
The man at the counter wears glasses, a white shirt and a short vest. He should be an official employee here. He looks at the girl in front of him curiously.
Judging from the outline of her body, Lorraine Hill is impeccable, light and beautiful, especially the hands exposed between the wide cuffs, which are white and slender. Against the backdrop of the black dress, they are like exquisite works of art.
Just placing it not far from the desk firmly caught the clerk's attention.
"I would like to check if there are any ships from the south recently. Well, it should be ships from the south that is even further away than the East." Lorraine Hill's voice came from under the hood, clear and moving.
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"Let me think about it," the clerk responded subconsciously, but he still seemed reluctant to move his eyes away from the hand on the table.
Feeling the other person's gaze, Lorraine Hill unconsciously took his hand back and carefully placed it slightly behind his back, which made the other person wake up from his infatuation.
"Is it a ship from the south, or from a place further south than the Eastern Territory?" The clerk finally remembered the business and repeated it a little, and then slowly thought about how to respond.
"Such a situation is relatively rare. I'll look through the records." He said, bent down, took out a thick book from the various thick books under the counter, and started flipping through it.
Originally, he had no obligation to answer such a job. After all, if everyone came to ask, then he wouldn't have to do anything else for the day, and there were all kinds of people on the dock, from all walks of life, some of whom he didn't want to receive.
and get along with.
It's just that it's morning, and it's relatively leisurely. What's more, he is indeed willing to talk to such a girl for a few more words, even if he can't see her face clearly.
But looking at her figure and voice, she must be a moving and beautiful being.
As an ordinary port employee, Alluson felt that his behavior was normal and not abnormal.
