After a night of talking, Tiides' curiosity was satisfied, but it was a pity that Roland Hill was still a little uncomfortable with her familiar personality.
In contrast, girls are slower to heat up, and it is very difficult for her to suddenly become better with someone. The past in memory is also, she prefers to be at home alone rather than hanging out with a group of people, whether it is reading, sleeping, or playing games, she will be more comfortable.
Tides invited Roland Hill to attend the party between his witches. After thinking about it for a long time, Roland Hill politely refused Tides' kind offer. This might get a lot of support and help, but it would also Strongly marked as a witch.
Trinasa's records in her later years hardly mention the situation of other witches, and more about the history of suffering and victory encountered in the establishment and expansion of the Quicksilver Dynasty, which is also something that Roland Hill admires.
Trinasha really thought a lot about these issues, and also explained in detail the reasons and processes for the formation of many laws.
Roland Hill had a vague feeling that Trinasa didn't really like the identity of a witch, but she didn't say it directly. So to be cautious, Roland Hill still doesn't want to be involved with a powerful organization that she can't resist without knowing it at all.
She wanted to be herself, a girl named Roland Hill, rather than a weird and powerful existence like a witch.
"Well, since you don't want it now, I don't want to force you too hard."
Tiides was a little disappointed. She thought she could easily kidnap this beautiful and lovely junior, but she didn't expect her to be so assertive.
But Trinasha was the person Tiides had the most respect in her heart. For her student Lorraine Hill, Tidais still wanted to try her best to give some protection and help.
"Also, have you been feeling sleepy lately?"
"Well... ... Sometimes I often sleep for a day and still want to continue to sleep." Roland Hill recalled and said that it was true
"This is normal, because after you wake up, it takes a certain amount of time to get used to it, and you will often fall into a deep sleep, not for a day or two, but for a year."
"No way, won't you starve to death after sleeping for a year?"
"It's not. It's just a state of suspended animation, and it's not completely unconscious. You can wake up at any time in the middle, but you'll be sleepy after waking up. You need to sleep for a corresponding amount of time before you can slowly return to normal."
"After I woke up, I slept on and off at Sister Trinasha's house for 8 months before I slowly returned to normal."
"Ugh, all right. Looks like a long-term plan. The longest record is how long you slept?"
"This, as far as I know, it should be Si Ye, the witch of the book. She slept for two years before slowly returning to normal."
"very long... ."
"So for now, it's best not to go out, just rest here. If it wasn't for me, other witches might not be able to find this maple leaf forest. It's still quite safe."
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"Uh-huh."
Lorraine Hill had no choice but to listen to the advice of seniors
Then Tiides took out a black candle.
"This is for you, it will make life a lot more convenient for you."
Shadow Candle (Perfect Coral Grade): After lighting, the ghost flame can change the things imagined in the user's mind. The changed things last for three days, and the highest quality is gold. (The changing item must be understood by the user.)
"Although it can only change the reality that lasts for three days, it is also very useful."
"I don't want it anymore, thank you, Sister Tides." Roland Hill raised her skirt and bowed slightly, politely rejecting the gift.
Gifts in life will not be free. If you accept someone's valuables today, you will also accept the other person's love. In the future, when someone asks you to do something, or asks you to do something, it will be difficult to refuse.
Maybe some people think that this is just a trivial matter, and they don't need to be so serious, but that's how people are, step by step, and slowly degenerate.
Seeing the other party Loren Hill being so serious, Tides had a headache, but she also felt a little admiration. It should be said that she was indeed a student of Sister Trinasa, with such similar personalities.
"Well, that's it, I like the kind of fabric you spin, and you can trade that for these two things."
"But the difference in value is too great." Roland Hill shook his head cutely, but his clear eyes did not waver.
"You can give me a little more, and I can exchange it for other witches. In fact, you don't know the situation. High-grade fabrics are actually rare, and witches are also women, and they still like beautiful clothes."
"Well, how much will it cost?"
"Give me 5 horses."
"Okay, I know"
Tiides was very happy when she saw that the girl agreed.
"Then I'll see you later, little Lorraine~"
After the two of them talked, Tides stopped disturbing the girl's life and brought in the unicorn carriage.
In the darkness of the night, the two black unicorns walked to the open space outside the hut with the blue flames. The girl in the black dress boarded the gorgeous carriage and turned to say goodbye to Roland Hill.
"So, see you next time, cute little Lorraine~"
Tiides gave Roland Hill a short name without authorization, and then the unicorn pulled the carriage to the sky, and finally slowly disappeared into the moonlit sky.
Roland Hill waved goodbye to her, stood for a while, the night wind brought a burst of coolness, and then slowly returned to the warm cabin.
Putting the small lantern made of amber fruit on the desk, the girl took out a slightly thick diary, which she recently bought from the rabbits.
A white quill was dipped in black ink and written on the buff pages.
In the quiet room, only the occasional sound of the pen swiping across the paper can be heard, the orange light shines on the girl's face, the pure blue and transparent pupils reflect the warm light under the light, and the soft eyebrows draw a faint glow under the light. shadow.
A girl does not write a diary every day, but only when something happens or an idea arises.
She has always felt that writing is a happy thing, and when the complicated thoughts are transformed into actual handwriting, the impetuous and superficial parts will be filtered out.
Writing is also a kind of thinking and summarizing. You can clearly see the process of forming a certain opinion or conclusion, which can avoid some prejudice and overly subjective ideas.
Occasionally flashed some feelings in her heart, and she would happily record them.
Tranquil night, faint candlelight, slowly write your favorite text.
This kind of thing, no matter how many times, she never hated it.