Chapter 556 213. Weird Witch's House
"Is anyone there?"
Annan's head poked through the door.
This "Witch's House" is larger than expected. Behind the door is the living room with oil lamps and a fireplace. The untreated tree texture on the walls makes the house look twisted and weird, and there are asymmetrical things everywhere. , windows, fireplace, long table... just like the distorted world in the eyes of a drunk person.
It is difficult to walk a straight line in a room.
There was some sound coming from the room inside the living room. Seeing that there was no response to the call, Annan stepped on the floor.
Squeak—squeak—
Many strange glass bottles are placed on the wooden shelves beside the wall, with beating hearts, goat’s eyes, and ginseng with two legs. Annan also saw a frog with eyelashes in a glass bottle... I wonder if kissing it will turn him into a princess.
This angle allowed Annan to see a hunched shadow projected on the wall deep in the house, flickering in and out with the firelight.
“Hello?”
The trembling shadow didn't respond, so Annan continued to move forward. In order to avoid scaring the seemingly old figure, Annan deliberately stepped on the floor to make a "squeaking" sound.
But when he entered the room from the living room, the shadow and its owner were gone.
The crucible on the campfire was cooking something. The thick, dark green mucus meant it was definitely not food, but there were wooden bowls and spoons placed beside it.
"Is there anyone there?"
Annan looked curiously into the darkness deeper in the room, unaware that a shadow rose from behind him...
"Oh, a lost boy."
Annan turned around suddenly and looked at the rickety silhouette in a black cloak standing behind him. She looked at Annan a few times and let out an uneasy hoarse laugh: "Are you the only one?"
"Well, it's just me."
Annan deliberately pretended to be scared, looking forward to receiving the answer. down development.
"It's so pitiful...you must be starving, right?" The witch with a strange smile passed by Annan, picked up the wooden bowl with her weird slender hands, filled a bowl of dark green mucus, and handed it to Annan.
"Have a bowl."
Annan showed disgust: "No."
"Drink..." The witch carrying a wooden bowl approached Annan.
"You drink first." Annan leaned back and pushed away.
“You drink!”
Annan and the witch began to wrestle. The witch wanted to pour the slime into Annan's mouth, and Annan wanted to push the wooden bowl back into the witch's face.
Crack——
The wooden bowl, which was just ordinary wood, was cracked by two forces, and all the mucus leaked out.
"Bad boy, you made me angry!" The witch threw away the wooden bowl and roared ominously.
After the words fell, Annan's body suddenly lit up with the powerful light of high-level defensive magic.
There was a brief silence around the bubbling cauldron.
"I, I was just joking..."
"Do you think I believe it?" Annan clasped his hands to his mouth and shouted outside: "Brehim Court "Chang!"
The dean came in: "The anchor is set."
"Aren't you lost?" The witch said in a deceived tone.
"I didn't say I was lost."
"Aren't you alone?"
"I did come in alone at that time." Annan stood next to the dean and pointed at the witch: "She just triggered my defensive magic."
"I know, a prank trick." Dean Blehim looked at the witch's house.
Annan was surprised, so witches are not actually bad people?
"What is that pot of slime?"
"A poor-looking soup."
"What do you want!" The humiliated witch interrupted the conversation between Annan and the dean.
The dean turned and walked out. Annan was completely relieved: "You know, I am a warlock." Sofia trembled unwillingly. She was ready to die in order to protect her chastity...but she Chastity doesn’t seem that important?
This boy doesn't seem to make himself annoying...
"So can you tell me, what are you doing here?"
The witch was slightly silent and replied: "...I don't like it. A crowded place.”
“That’s it?”
“Well...”
On the other side, Blehim, who was visiting the Witch's House, stopped in front of the wooden frame.
Annan turned back: "What's wrong?"
"This man was turned into a frog."
"I knew it." Annan came to the dean's side, "How to remove the curse, kiss?"
"It's just a transformation spell."
Dean Blehim raised his staff and touched the glass bottle lightly.
The frog with long eyelashes in the glass bottle suddenly expanded and broke the glass bottle.
It’s just that the person who appeared in front of Annan was not a princess, not even a stranger——
“Why are you so miserable every time I meet you?”
Annan stared silently The bard who climbed up from the floor was in Betar's dungeon last time.
"You should tell me why I am always saved by you by coincidence." The bard patted the dust on his robe.
“Why?”
“I don’t know.” He said in a chant-like tone, “Maybe the wind brought you here...”
“No, It's Dean Blehim."
"It's so boring to talk to you."
"So why are you here?" Annan asked him.
The bard replied: "Actually, I begged her to do this. I wanted to create a long poem about a witch, but she was a lonely witch who said she refused any touch and refused anyone to come. At her home, I asked her to turn me into a frog and bring her here."
"She was in close contact with me just now."
"This is impossible!"
Annan recalled the scene when he and she were torn apart: "This is true."
"Damn Warlock." The bard was jealous: "She actually has a beautiful appearance. I also wanted to capture her with stories... but now it's all easier for you."
Annan looked to the side, A witch disguised as a hunchbacked witch. "I did that to scare you into leaving, but you came in instead." The witch's confession was full of resentment.
Forget it, no matter how beautiful you are, you are only human.
Annan's attention returned to the bard: "How long have you been here?"
"Almost three months."
"No wonder."
No wonder the Magic Image and the Philosopher's Stone have been promoted for so long, but no one has found any trace of the bard.
Annan told him that he was leading an expeditionary force to conquer the Skaven and wanted to send him back to Liberty City first.
"I'm with you," said the bard.
The bard, who is already an elite, can be brought along, and he said he can make a story out of this expedition.
As for what the witch should do... Annan smiled at her. His smile made Sophia a little uncomfortable. It felt like...she didn't know how to describe it, but...like she was cared for.
And it did not arouse any resistance or disgust towards outsiders.
"It will become more and more dangerous here. There is no rumor among the rat people that 'don't approach the witch and you will become unlucky'." Annan said.
“Go to Middle-earth. There is a free city there, where all people and races can find a home.”
(End of Chapter)