white horse city.
This city is much more prosperous than Amber City. Although it does not have the convenience of transportation, its accumulated history is one of the few in the entire south. There is no need to mention many deeds. In the very center of the city, there is still a red dragon's head, although only the skeleton is left. The adventurers who established White Horse City killed an evil red dragon here. The dragon's wealth supported them to expand the influence of White Horse City, and eventually became a trade center in the southwest.
There is a luxurious old house north of the town hall.
The former owner was said to be a baron, but unfortunately he contracted a strange disease and died of it not long after.
The old house changed hands several times, and then welcomed a new owner.
It is said that she is a widowed lady who once caused quite a stir in Baima City because of her beauty and wealth. It's a pity that this widowed lady lives in seclusion, not only has no interest in any noble banquets, and even rarely interacts with other noble classes. So gradually she was also excluded from the circle of nobles, and only every once in a while, her servants could be seen driving her in a carriage to take her to the manor outside the city.
This widowed lady is utterly rich!
Not only did she buy some of the busiest shops in Baima City, she also owned a large manor outside the city.
certainly.
Her background is also said to be very strong, otherwise it would be impossible for a widow to keep such a rich property.
The mysterious caravan hostess has come here.
The servant who had been waiting respectfully greeted her arrival, and the maid took off the shawl for her, and then led her to a large room.
The floor is covered with soft goose down carpets. This kind of fine alchemy weaving is the pursuit of many lower-class nobles, but now it seems that cheap cloth covers the entire room. A coquettish woman is lying on a large ebony rocking chair and reading a book. Her long black hair is casually draped behind her body, and she is wearing a pure white pajamas. The neckline is slightly opened, revealing a plump and plump chest .
"Mother."
The hostess of the caravan leaned over slightly, and said slowly: "I have brought what you want."
"I can't figure it out."
"Why do I need to send it in person for a mere Vientiane Impermanence card? You should know that I am doing some very important research."
The coquettish woman stood up casually.
The pajamas she was wearing also slipped a bit, but she wasn't interested in tidying it up, and she didn't seem to mind showing her beautiful figure in front of her daughter. Instead, she smiled softly, playing with the flavor: "Goria."
"Haven't you noticed something special about it for so long?"
"It's not an impermanence card."
"It's the highest achievement of alchemy in a certain era—the Destiny Card!"
This is a Northland witch.
The age of a witch cannot be judged by its appearance. She came to the caravan hostess, took a box made of black metal, and said slowly: "The idiots of the Witch Council have owned it for so long, but Still haven't found anything."
"It should have been handed over to me long ago."
Opening the box with fair fingers, the coquettish woman lightly stroked a mysterious card stored inside, a strange brilliance burst out of her eyes.
"Destiny card."
"The legendary key to becoming a fortune teller!"
The card in the hand of the coquettish woman disappeared out of thin air. This is a storage technique commonly used by high-level wizards, and it is a small, different-dimensional space opened independently.
"My dear daughter."
The coquettish woman lay lazily on the big soft bed, playing with her long hair boredly, and said casually, "Have you encountered anything interesting during this journey?"
"Since I was imprisoned in this cage, I haven't encountered anything interesting for a long time."
"I really want to leave like this."
The caravan hostess frowned slightly. She took a serious look at the woman in front of her and said slowly, "Mother."
"Please don't forget that you are still receiving banishment from the Parliament."
"Because of the forbidden experiment you conducted at the root of the dead wood, the area within 50 kilometers there has become a place of death!"
"If it wasn't for parliament to pay the price and make concessions."
"I'm afraid the Northland Druid Order has already launched a hunt for you, waiting for your result is nothing more than a natural judgment."
The coquettish woman giggled coquettishly, and shrugged her shoulders mischievously like a girl, but her expression was a bit evil and she said: "Goria."
"It's just a little accident in an interesting experiment."
"Those brainless druids are really stubborn!"
The expression of the hostess of the caravan became serious, and she said seriously: "Mother."
"The elemental energy from the root of the dead wood has caused terrible damage. The geological structure there has been completely changed. The intensity of the energy radiation has reached A-level. The energy penetration of the elemental plane is very serious. I am afraid that there will be no grass in the next 500 years!"
"Is this just a small accident in your mouth?"
"If it wasn't for His Majesty the Eye of the North to apologize in person, I'm afraid the legendary shapeshifter who lives in seclusion in the ice and snow mountains will also personally attack you!"
The smile on the alluring woman's face stopped abruptly, and she couldn't hold back her expression: "It's just a guy who can transform into a dragon but can't breath."
"I'm not afraid...not afraid of him!..."
The hostess of the caravan showed a rare smile, she seemed to enjoy her mother's deflated expression, and said slowly: "Mother."
"Fifty years of exile is not a serious punishment."
"Besides, you are not really imprisoned. His Majesty the Eye of the North still favors your talent! But once you leave without permission and are known by the druids, they have the right to judge you naturally!"
"At that time, even His Majesty the Eye of the North Land will not be able to save you."
"The Druid Order is still worrying about balancing the energy of the dead tree roots. The Witch Council even sent twelve high-ranking witches to assist. Their anger has been accumulated for a long time."
"There is also a lot of resentment within the parliament itself for cleaning up the mess you left behind!"
The coquettish woman's face finally felt a little uneasy, her slender eyebrows furrowed, and she said with a straight face: "Enough."
"That bunch of stuffy guys don't understand the significance of my experiments."
"If successful!"
"I can start a new era."
The hostess of the caravan glanced at her, and did not flinch, but confronted each other: "Mother."
"But your experiment failed."
"So you have to bear the consequences of things."
It was like a powder keg exploded.
The coquettish woman was so angry that her willow eyebrows stood on end, she threw the book in her hand on the ground, and said dissatisfiedly: "Enough!"
"Is this how you talk to your mother?"
The expression of the caravan hostess finally eased, she bent down to pick up the book, and said softly: "Mother."
"I respect you and I love you."
"But that doesn't change my position as a witch!"
"You told me once."
"When our strength cannot solve the problem, faith is our last card." (Many spells of the Northland Witch rely on cards to cast)
The coquettish woman sighed softly, waved her hands wearily and said, "Go out."
The hostess of the caravan hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "On the way here, I encountered some interesting things."
"I can tell you about it if you want to hear it."
The coquettish woman glanced at her, and then showed an expression of listening attentively.
Although she was only limited to the vicinity of White Horse City in name, someone had been secretly watching her. The scope of her activities was limited to the house and the manor outside, and she only went to the manor to deal with the tasks of the Witch Council. Any unusual behavior on her part will prompt annoying warnings and possibly even more serious banishment (imprisonment). The Northland Druid Order has designated her as the most dangerous target, and almost all druid organizations in the world know her name. Ever since she was exiled to White Horse City, several elf druids have been secretly monitoring her every move.
The hostess of the caravan tidied up her words and said slowly, "On the way here, I met two interesting people."
"A man and a little girl."
"It's a pair of brothers and sisters."
"That man is actually very ordinary, just a relatively clever wanderer."
"However, I later found out that he is also a bit unusual, because his soul is actually weaker than ordinary people. If he has not made a deal with the devil, then he has suffered serious soul trauma."
"If it's the former, he should have the breath of the abyss, but if it's the latter, it's hard for him to survive."
The coquettish woman showed an expression of interest when she heard the words, and suddenly interrupted: "Good girl."
"Then why didn't you kill him?"
"As long as his soul is imprisoned, he should be able to figure it out."
The hostess of the caravan had an ugly expression on her face. She took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Mother. This is just a little curiosity, and it shouldn't be used to take away a person's life."
The coquettish woman curled her lips indifferently and said, "Maybe that person's soul is very valuable?"
"All right."
"Go on."
The hostess of the caravan sighed inwardly, as if she felt helpless towards her mother, and continued, "The one who really surprised me was the little girl."
"She's very special."
"Although it's hard for me to tell what's special about her, her talent is indeed amazing. If it wasn't for the fact that she doesn't have a trace of divine power, I would have even thought she was the legendary Son of God."
"It's a pity that they are full of wariness."
"Seems wary of anyone, it's hard for me to learn more from them!"
The coquettish woman showed a disapproving expression, her eyes flickered, and she said inexplicably: "Pedantic."
"In such a situation, a spell to charm humans can solve it. If the opponent is strong-willed, you can consider casting a violent charm."
"Why bother."
The caravan hostess frowned again, and said slowly: "The power of spells should not be abused."
"Besides, they are not evil people."
"I can feel that there is a deep bond between them, and sometimes even I am very envious."
"Keep in mind your own bottom line, so that you will not lose your way on the road of pursuing strength."
The coquettish woman curled her lips, stretched out her hand to pull up the slipped pajamas, covered the exposed plumpness on her chest, and said, "Good girl."
"Your position seems to have deviated from the neutrality that witches follow. If I didn't know, I thought you were that group of brainless paladins!"
The hostess of the caravan didn't seem interested in talking any further, she turned and left and said, "Mother."
"I just keep my bottom line in mind."
"On the contrary, you should reflect on it. You are too arbitrary about many things."
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