◎Take care of the wolf bite on your hand first. ◎
Helping women and children is one of the duties of the Moon Witch. Dill swore that she definitely did not have the confidence and impulse to proudly reveal her identity card, only a little bit... Mrs. Leicester used her pair of eyes full of admiration. Looking at her with awe in her eyes made her feel a little happy.
Perhaps she saw the shadow of Mrs. Cole in the woman. Dill just couldn't let go of an isolated mother. Marriage between nobles was the second battlefield besides sword fights. The only one who cared about what the bride thought was probably This gentle mother.
Unlike the conservative and closed valley in the north, the area south of the Junli River is rich and fertile. Countryside spirits are everywhere like wildflowers and weeds. The Green Fairy, who is good at herbal medicine, is more integrated into the crowd than the Moon Witch. Many nobles would spend a lot of money to hire witches as nominal female teachers, asking them to teach the bride some charms and potions to protect the marriage. For the sake of the royal family and nobles, the church mostly turned a blind eye to this "rural custom". Close one eye.
But despite sympathizing with the poor mother, Dill did not reveal much information about the Moon Witch. As Amber said: Mystery is the best spell for witches, it casts an unfathomable veil for witches. , it also makes those mortals with changeable minds feel like they are kneeling in front of the statue of the goddess, always maintaining a sense of awe and not daring to make any mistakes.
So Dill just told Mrs. Leicester that she was a friend of the Black Witch and that she came here just to reminisce about the past. She asked Mrs. Lester to go back and visit the Green Emerald City after she was done with it.
The woman's blue eyes were filled with moist joy, as if she had seen the miracle coming with her own eyes. She was afraid that if Dill said that she was a goddess now, the other party would not hesitate to believe it. In short, Mrs. Leicester no longer cared about wise men.
She eagerly took off the emerald ring on her hand and pressed it tightly into the girl's palm.
"This is a ring passed down from my grandmother. I hope you will put it on Rosalie yourself. This child doesn't have a godmother yet, so she will be very happy..."
When Dill accepted the heavy ring, she made a heavy vow. After she repeatedly promised that she would pay her a visit soon, Mrs. Leicester obediently turned her horse's head and left the entrance of Shadow Hill.
Now that she was alone again, Dill felt much more at ease. She did want to help the kind woman, but she also didn't want to have other outsiders present when she was reminiscing with her fellow villagers.
Going deep into the real shadow hill, the salty fog waves hit your face, and the air is so thick that it is difficult to breathe. The fallen leaves on the ground are covered with thick moss, and the horses' hooves step on them almost silently. Dill didn't feel any magic power, but she was also under a lot of pressure. She was glad to persuade Mrs. Leicester away. This double suffocation of being deprived of sound and sight would drive any uneasy visitor crazy.
But Dill has some doubts. Is there really a witch living here?
The bark of the trees here is so dark that it can be ground into carbon powder, and the long and pointed grass blades are a strange dark blue. From a distance, they look like they are covered with poisonous tongues. It is really scary. Dill picks up a leaf and examines it. The tip of her nose smelled the smell of dampness and decay, and in a daze, she seemed to have returned to the moonlight forest of Miller Valley; her wild and beautiful hometown.
Pushing aside the grass blocking the way is like pushing aside dark clouds to reveal...moonlight?
The clear silver glow fell on the girl's dazed face, and there were spirits in the air that turned into dreamlike fireflies, guiding the Moon Witch in the direction.
Dill couldn't help but take a step forward, stepping on the blanket woven with rushes, and she saw several familiar slender figures dancing in the moonlight.
"Dill, here you come!"
"Come here quickly!"
"We are ready to eat and drink more!"
One of the girls with brown hair and blue eyes came forward happily. She was wearing the Crescent Saint Cloth, which was as pure and flawless as she remembered. The girl smiled and handed Dill a bowl of wheat paste filled with fruits and honey. It was sweet. The smell is that of hometown.
The big white goose in her arms flapped its wings in warning, but Dill did not take it or dismount.
She looked straight at the rotting rags under the pure white dress. The bald old hermit showed seven withered yellow teeth. On his hand was a mud cake wrapped in long withered blue leaves. Dill could still be seen clearly. to the writhing earthworms and insect tentacles inside.
Other ragged hermits occupied a rock as big as a table and chairs, each with a bright smile, waiting for Dill to join their "banquet".
The Moon Witch was not polite and drove the black horse forward. When the hermits saw that something was wrong, they immediately ran away like mice in the light.
This is an exquisite illusion. If it weren't for the divine buff, I would have probably eaten those disgusting things.
But when did it start? Dill was a little scared and angry. She subconsciously took a few deep breaths. The moist smell of the forest was still suffocating...Ah!
Dill reached out to explore the thick fog. They were like the gray robes of a witch, covering her whereabouts and driving away uninvited guests.
I don't know which wise man once said: The older people are, the better they can understand the evil witches in fairy tales. They avoid worldly troubles and move to desolate forests to live in isolation. When princes and princesses come in and disturb her by treating the forest as a back garden, The witch would want to turn them into dumb animals.
Dill understood this deeply. When she was huddled in her den enjoying some happy time alone, and someone suddenly kicked open her door, no matter who it was, she would want to give him an Avada Kedavra.
Thinking of this, the girl slowed down her horse's hooves. The big white goose flapped its wings and landed on the ground. She also got off the black horse.
Dill found a relatively clean open space. She pulled the linen off the horse's back and placed it on the ground to make a blanket.
She put down the cupboard and took out the small pots and bowls inside, and even a small copper cauldron as heavy as a child. The upgraded [Infinite Space B] could already hold utensils.
Apart from copper plates, the things traded with the herders along the way were mostly food. The characteristics of the cupboard ensured that they were always fresh. A large piece of pink tender lamb shoulder was smeared with olive oil and capsicum and placed in the bottom of the pot, followed by sweet orange. , savory mint, purple turnip, large sweet potato cubes.
The cauldron quickly started to bubble, and the hot smell dispersed the cold mist.
After everything was done, Dill took out the glass bottle, which was Amber's birthday gift. At this time, there was only a layer of residual liquid left in it. The girl was not anxious at all. She picked up the silver cup and bumped it softly against the mouth of the glass bottle. The little novel With a toast, she filled the entire bottle with the remaining liquid at the bottom of the silver cup, and soon she had a whole bottle of fresh and refreshing plum wine in her hands.
The big white goose nestled contentedly in its owner's arms, holding a few turnip leaves in its long pointed orange beak; the black horse shuttled happily through the forest, and Dill could see its mane as bright as black velvet; it was comparing itself to itself. After meeting the red horse under Mrs. Leicester, her confidence in herself has been raised to a level that humans cannot understand.
As the cauldron started boiling, the famous dish of the witch world "Sisters of Fertility" was quickly completed. Dill took out two wooden bowls, each filled with a bowl full of fragrant and thick white, and finally two small plates of blackberries with chopped blackberries. After dinner, she picked up a bowl of nut puree for dessert and started to enjoy it happily.
Tsk tsk! As expected of her, I really hope Amber can taste it too!
Dill focused on enjoying the food, and her head felt like it was covered in warm honey, with an endless stream of comfortable thoughts.
"Sisters of Fertility", as the name suggests, is the essence of abundance throughout the season and is a must-have main dish at the witch's Glory Goddess' banquet. This bowl of mine is still a rudimentary version. The official version should contain seven kinds of fruits and seven kinds of corresponding vegetables in the season...
"There are some apple slices missing."
"Yep..."
Right!
Dill stared at the uninvited guest who suddenly appeared. The other person was holding another bowl of soup and drinking it with gusto. Seeing Dill's surprised look, he reluctantly stopped and took a sip, frowning and asked:
"Don't you just cook this pot because you want to see me?"
It is true, but as a black witch, you are too spineless! All kinds of horrible and disgusting illusions in the past, now a bowl of soup will lure you out?
Dill complained under the pressure, and she secretly looked at the mistress of Yingqiu in front of her.
Too young, unlike someone who has lived for hundreds of years. Dill even thought that the other person was a witch of the same age as herself.
The red hair was like clouds setting off the clouds, and the girl's face was flushed by the heat. She was enjoying the hot soup with half-squinted eyes. Dill could see the shimmering emerald color in it, like a cat lazily basking in the sun. It reminded her of Amber.
The red-haired and blue-eyed girl is like every witch of the Junli River, like a flower blooming naturally, with every pore exuding the breath of youth. Even the big white goose that always protects the ground is not violent because of her intrusion. rise.
Dill didn't quite understand why such a witch would choose this foggy shadow hill? Or maybe she is suspecting that the other party is really the powerful black witch who is revered by everyone?
As far as she knew, even if the Green Fairy was powerful, she would not dare to arrogantly claim the land as king and go against the church.
Curiosity is a curiosity, but I still need to settle my stomach first before I have the strength to speak. So the two girls quickly finished a whole pot of mutton stew, one bite at a time and one bite at a time with their eyes wide open.
The gray mist had been dispersed at some point, and obviously the owner of the gray mist no longer felt the need to cover up. Only then did Dill realize that she was sitting in front of a towering tree having a picnic, and the ground was filled with tangled, green flourishes. The shade replaced the entire sky, and the thick beards of trees fell like drizzle.
The witch was already standing in front of the tree. She pulled one of the beards, and a small and delicate vine door immediately appeared in the giant tree.
"Come in quickly, we will..."
The red-haired witch glanced at Dill's right arm.
"Take care of the wolf bite on your hand first."