Chapter 2763
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A forest that does not belong to reality or dreams. The witch who points the way to the lost travelers is a culinary enthusiast.
Herman felt something was wrong.
But there seems to be nothing wrong.
Especially when the slightly curved eyes on the hood looked at him with a smile, the words full of complaints were even more speechless.
"It's not surprise, it's just a feeling..." Herman scratched his head, and finally sighed, "Well, I was quite surprised."
The witch folded her arms and seemed very interested in this topic: "Then, in your opinion, what should I be like?"
Herman thought about it seriously, and decided to tell the truth.
"Hmm... a witch who lives in seclusion in the forest. When travelers get lost in the mist, she uses illusions to make them fall into hallucinations, and leaves inexplicably. She never reveals her true face from the beginning to the end."
This is the witch in Herman's mind.
Only mystery and impermanence is the most suitable setting for a witch.
It's not like it is now, with a soft and elegant personality, but also has a side of escape. The most important thing is that she can cook by herself.
This is completely incompatible with the identity of a witch, okay? !
Even if you want to cook, it should be done by servants or magic puppets. Why do you cook by yourself?
It's not magic!
The witch smiled again, and she seemed to enjoy laughing.
"Indeed, it fits the world's impression of a witch, mysterious and elegant, elusive, wandering on the edge of reality, even if you see it, it's like a phantom in a dream."
"But that's just a stereotype. Everyone has their own hobbies. It would be too boring to live in this way."
The witch shook her head, having a different understanding of this.
Herman nodded.
What can he do?
He is not a witch, of course the witch is what she says.
"Ah, don't stand outside all the time."
The witch suddenly realized that it was not polite to let the guests from afar stand outside the door, so she stepped aside.
Herman walked into the house.
He looked around.
Ordinary decorations, fireplaces, sofas, bookshelves, potted plants...
It seems that the witch's lifestyle is no different from ordinary people.
In addition, on the sofa, he also saw several doll-shaped pillows.
Surprisingly childlike.
Herman looked at the decoration of the room from the corner of his eye, so as not to make the owner of the house feel uncomfortable.
Suddenly, his gaze was attracted by something in the corner.
"Do you still have pets?" Herman asked.
In the corner of the house, there is a rather soft cushion, which seems to be a resting area for some kind of creature.
"pet?"
The witch followed Heman's gaze and saw what he asked, "Oh, you said that."
She smiled, picked up the teacup in front of her and took a sip, her eyes in the hood looked like memories.
"There were indeed pets in the past."
"……Feel sorry."
Herman realized that he seemed to have mentioned something not so good.
"Why are you sorry?"
The eyes on the witch's hood turned into question marks again, "Something happened, it left me, and there should be no problem now."
"So that's the case." Herman heaved a sigh of relief.
At the same time, I couldn't help being curious, what exactly was the witch talking about?
Suddenly, a strange vibration came from under the feet, and the whole house seemed to be shaking slightly.
Herman stood up immediately, his intuition as a legendary powerhouse was basically useless under the shield of the fog, but just now, he felt an indescribable palpitation.
As if there was some kind of indescribable existence coveting and watching, every cell in his body was frantically warning, he had never felt such a dangerous breath.
Unable to resist, powerless to contend.
That is the existence beyond mortals.
It belongs to... the realm of the gods!
"What's wrong!" Herman asked subconsciously.
This kind of shaking is not pure ground shaking, the whole world seems to be shaking wantonly, bringing bursts of confusing dizziness.
"My neighbors seem a little restless again."
The eyes on the witch's hood seemed to be wrinkled, and she looked a little angry. She looked back at Herman, "I'm really sorry, I have to deal with the neighbor's affairs first."
"It seems that the relationship between your neighbors is a bit bad." Herman blurted out.
"Ha, it's really not good."
The witch smiled lightly, took out an oversized staff from somewhere, put it on her shoulder and strode out.
Herman felt something was wrong.
He watched the witch's figure go away through the window, and soon disappeared into the white mist.
The shock is still going on, and it seems that there is an intensifying trend.
Herman tried to leave the ground and float in the air, but it was useless. He felt like his body was like a jellyfish in the tide, constantly drifting with the waves.
My brain seems to be shaking.
Faint thunder came from outside the window.
Herman looked towards the window, his sight was blocked by the vast clouds and mist, all he could see was paleness, and his consciousness gradually became blurred with the shaking of the world.
Suddenly, he seemed to see a figure.
The figure held a staff and was fighting an unknown enemy.
witch.
The form of the enemy was difficult for Herman to understand. It seemed to be a piece of pure darkness, or a figure that was also pale, or even nothing...
He couldn't describe it.
Unknowable existence, that has exceeded his ability to understand as a mortal, is a collection of information in another sense, chaotic and disorderly, but real.
Every time the two come into contact, the pale mist will ripple like a sea tide, and the world will also shake with it.
The way the witch uses the staff is a bit special. The hideous and huge staff is waved vigorously in her hand.
Every time it fell, Herman felt like it was knocking on his forehead.
...There must be something wrong with the way she uses it!
Resisting the dizziness in his mind, Herman took out a bottle of Coke from his space equipment, and opened it tremblingly.
Although I don't know if it's useful or not, I can't care so much now.
Unscrewing the bottle cap, Herman passed the Coke towards his mouth with trembling hands, and it took a long time before he finally aimed at the position.
tons tons...
The cold and refreshing liquid poured into the mouth, and the drowsy mind seemed to become much clearer at this moment.
After an unknown amount of time, the tremors in the world finally subsided.
Herman sat on the sofa, staring blankly ahead.
"I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting for so long." The door was opened, and the witch walked in, and said to Heman apologetically.
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A forest that does not belong to reality or dreams. The witch who points the way to the lost travelers is a culinary enthusiast.
Herman felt something was wrong.
But there seems to be nothing wrong.
Especially when the slightly curved eyes on the hood looked at him with a smile, the words full of complaints were even more speechless.
"It's not surprise, it's just a feeling..." Herman scratched his head, and finally sighed, "Well, I was quite surprised."
The witch folded her arms and seemed very interested in this topic: "Then, in your opinion, what should I be like?"
Herman thought about it seriously, and decided to tell the truth.
"Hmm... a witch who lives in seclusion in the forest. When travelers get lost in the mist, she uses illusions to make them fall into hallucinations, and leaves inexplicably. She never reveals her true face from the beginning to the end."
This is the witch in Herman's mind.
Only mystery and impermanence is the most suitable setting for a witch.
It's not like it is now, with a soft and elegant personality, but also has a side of escape. The most important thing is that she can cook by herself.
This is completely incompatible with the identity of a witch, okay? !
Even if you want to cook, it should be done by servants or magic puppets. Why do you cook by yourself?
It's not magic!
The witch smiled again, and she seemed to enjoy laughing.
"Indeed, it fits the world's impression of a witch, mysterious and elegant, elusive, wandering on the edge of reality, even if you see it, it's like a phantom in a dream."
"But that's just a stereotype. Everyone has their own hobbies. It would be too boring to live in this way."
The witch shook her head, having a different understanding of this.
Herman nodded.
What can he do?
He is not a witch, of course the witch is what she says.
"Ah, don't stand outside all the time."
The witch suddenly realized that it was not polite to let the guests from afar stand outside the door, so she stepped aside.
Herman walked into the house.
He looked around.
Ordinary decorations, fireplaces, sofas, bookshelves, potted plants...
It seems that the witch's lifestyle is no different from ordinary people.
In addition, on the sofa, he also saw several doll-shaped pillows.
Surprisingly childlike.
Herman looked at the decoration of the room from the corner of his eye, so as not to make the owner of the house feel uncomfortable.
Suddenly, his gaze was attracted by something in the corner.
"Do you still have pets?" Herman asked.
In the corner of the house, there is a rather soft cushion, which seems to be a resting area for some kind of creature.
"pet?"
The witch followed Heman's gaze and saw what he asked, "Oh, you said that."
She smiled, picked up the teacup in front of her and took a sip, her eyes in the hood looked like memories.
"There were indeed pets in the past."
"……Feel sorry."
Herman realized that he seemed to have mentioned something not so good.
"Why are you sorry?"
The eyes on the witch's hood turned into question marks again, "Something happened, it left me, and there should be no problem now."
"So that's the case." Herman heaved a sigh of relief.
At the same time, I couldn't help being curious, what exactly was the witch talking about?
Suddenly, a strange vibration came from under the feet, and the whole house seemed to be shaking slightly.
Herman stood up immediately, his intuition as a legendary powerhouse was basically useless under the shield of the fog, but just now, he felt an indescribable palpitation.
As if there was some kind of indescribable existence coveting and watching, every cell in his body was frantically warning, he had never felt such a dangerous breath.
Unable to resist, powerless to contend.
That is the existence beyond mortals.
It belongs to... the realm of the gods!
"What's wrong!" Herman asked subconsciously.
This kind of shaking is not pure ground shaking, the whole world seems to be shaking wantonly, bringing bursts of confusing dizziness.
"My neighbors seem a little restless again."
The eyes on the witch's hood seemed to be wrinkled, and she looked a little angry. She looked back at Herman, "I'm really sorry, I have to deal with the neighbor's affairs first."
"It seems that the relationship between your neighbors is a bit bad." Herman blurted out.
"Ha, it's really not good."
The witch smiled lightly, took out an oversized staff from somewhere, put it on her shoulder and strode out.
Herman felt something was wrong.
He watched the witch's figure go away through the window, and soon disappeared into the white mist.
The shock is still going on, and it seems that there is an intensifying trend.
Herman tried to leave the ground and float in the air, but it was useless. He felt like his body was like a jellyfish in the tide, constantly drifting with the waves.
My brain seems to be shaking.
Faint thunder came from outside the window.
Herman looked towards the window, his sight was blocked by the vast clouds and mist, all he could see was paleness, and his consciousness gradually became blurred with the shaking of the world.
Suddenly, he seemed to see a figure.
The figure held a staff and was fighting an unknown enemy.
witch.
The form of the enemy was difficult for Herman to understand. It seemed to be a piece of pure darkness, or a figure that was also pale, or even nothing...
He couldn't describe it.
Unknowable existence, that has exceeded his ability to understand as a mortal, is a collection of information in another sense, chaotic and disorderly, but real.
Every time the two come into contact, the pale mist will ripple like a sea tide, and the world will also shake with it.
The way the witch uses the staff is a bit special. The hideous and huge staff is waved vigorously in her hand.
Every time it fell, Herman felt like it was knocking on his forehead.
...There must be something wrong with the way she uses it!
Resisting the dizziness in his mind, Herman took out a bottle of Coke from his space equipment, and opened it tremblingly.
Although I don't know if it's useful or not, I can't care so much now.
Unscrewing the bottle cap, Herman passed the Coke towards his mouth with trembling hands, and it took a long time before he finally aimed at the position.
tons tons...
The cold and refreshing liquid poured into the mouth, and the drowsy mind seemed to become much clearer at this moment.
After an unknown amount of time, the tremors in the world finally subsided.
Herman sat on the sofa, staring blankly ahead.
"I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting for so long." The door was opened, and the witch walked in, and said to Heman apologetically.
A forest that does not belong to reality or dreams. The witch who points the way to the lost travelers is a culinary enthusiast. Herman felt something was wrong. But there seems to be nothing wrong. Especially when the slightly curved eyes on the hood looked at him with a smile, the words full of complaints were even more speechless. "It's not surprise, it's just a feeling..." Herman scratched his head, and finally sighed, "Well, I was quite surprised." The witch folded her arms and seemed very interested in this topic: "Then, in your opinion, what should I be like?" Herman thought about it seriously, and decided to tell the truth. "Hmm... a witch who lives in seclusion in the forest. When travelers get lost in the mist, she uses illusions to make them fall into hallucinations, and leaves inexplicably. She never reveals her true face from the beginning to the end." This is the witch in Herman's mind. Only mystery and impermanence is the most suitable setting for a witch. It's not like it is now, with a soft and elegant personality, but also has a side of escape. The most important thing is that she can cook by herself. This is completely incompatible with the identity of a witch, okay? ! Even if you want to cook, it should be done by servants or magic puppets. Why do you cook by yourself? It's not magic! The witch smiled again, and she seemed to enjoy laughing. "Indeed, it fits the world's impression of a witch, mysterious and elegant, elusive, wandering on the edge of reality, even if you see it, it's like a phantom in a dream." "But that's just a stereotype. Everyone has their own hobbies. It would be too boring to live in this way." The witch shook her head, having a different understanding of this. Herman nodded. What can he do? He is not a witch, of course the witch is what she says. "Ah, don't stand outside all the time." The witch suddenly realized that it was not polite to let the guests from afar stand outside the door, so she stepped aside. Herman walked into the house. He looked around. Ordinary decorations, fireplaces, sofas, bookshelves, potted plants... It seems that the witch's lifestyle is no different from ordinary people. In addition, on the sofa, he also saw several doll-shaped pillows. Surprisingly childlike. Herman looked at the decoration of the room from the corner of his eye, so as not to make the owner of the house feel uncomfortable. Suddenly, his gaze was attracted by something in the corner. "Do you still have pets?" Herman asked. In the corner of the house, there is a rather soft cushion, which seems to be a resting area for some kind of creature. "pet?" The witch followed Heman's gaze and saw what he asked, "Oh, you said that." She smiled, picked up the teacup in front of her and took a sip, her eyes in the hood looked like memories. "There were indeed pets in the past." "Feel sorry." Herman realized that he seemed to have mentioned something not so good. "Why are you sorry?" The eyes on the witch's hood turned into question marks again, "Something happened, it left me, and there should be no problem now." "So that's the case." Herman heaved a sigh of relief. At the same time, I couldn't help being curious, what exactly was the witch talking about? Suddenly, a strange vibration came from under the feet, and the whole house seemed to be shaking slightly. Herman stood up immediately, his intuition as a legendary powerhouse was basically useless under the shield of the fog, but just now, he felt an indescribable palpitation. As if there was some kind of indescribable existence coveting and watching, every cell in his body was frantically warning, he had never felt such a dangerous breath. Unable to resist, powerless to contend. That is the existence beyond mortals. It belongs to... the realm of the gods! "What's wrong!" Herman asked subconsciously. This kind of shaking is not pure ground shaking, the whole world seems to be shaking wantonly, bringing bursts of confusing dizziness. "My neighbors seem a little restless again." The eyes on the witch's hood seemed to be wrinkled, and she looked a little angry. She looked back at Herman, "I'm really sorry, I have to deal with the neighbor's affairs first." "It seems that the relationship between your neighbors is a bit bad." Herman blurted out. "Ha, it's really not good." The witch smiled lightly, took out an oversized staff from somewhere, put it on her shoulder and strode out. Herman felt something was wrong. He watched the witch's figure go away through the window, and soon disappeared into the white mist. The shock is still going on, and it seems that there is an intensifying trend. Herman tried to leave the ground and float in the air, but it was useless. He felt like his body was like a jellyfish in the tide, constantly drifting with the waves. My brain seems to be shaking. Faint thunder came from outside the window. Herman looked towards the window, his sight was blocked by the vast clouds and mist, all he could see was paleness, and his consciousness gradually became blurred with the shaking of the world. Suddenly, he seemed to see a figure. The figure held a staff and was fighting an unknown enemy. witch. The form of the enemy was difficult for Herman to understand. It seemed to be a piece of pure darkness, or a figure that was also pale, or even nothing... He couldn't describe it. Unknowable existence, that has exceeded his ability to understand as a mortal, is a collection of information in another sense, chaotic and disorderly, but real. Every time the two come into contact, the pale mist will ripple like a sea tide, and the world will also shake with it. The way the witch uses the staff is a bit special. The hideous and huge staff is waved vigorously in her hand. Every time it fell, Herman felt like it was knocking on his forehead. ...There must be something wrong with the way she uses it! Resisting the dizziness in his mind, Herman took out a bottle of Coke from his space equipment, and opened it tremblingly. Although I don't know if it's useful or not, I can't care so much now. Unscrewing the bottle cap, Herman passed the Coke towards his mouth with trembling hands, and it took a long time before he finally aimed at the position. tons tons... The cold and refreshing liquid poured into the mouth, and the drowsy mind seemed to become much clearer at this moment. After an unknown amount of time, the tremors in the world finally subsided. Herman sat on the sofa, staring blankly ahead. "I'm really sorry for keeping you waiting for so long." The door was opened, and the witch walked in, and said to Heman apologetically.
