White Horse City.

This city is much more prosperous than Amber City. Although it does not have the convenience of transportation, the historical accumulation it has accumulated is only a handful of in the south. Many deeds need not be mentioned. In the center of this city, there is still a red dragon's head, although only bones are left. The adventurers who originally established the White Horse City killed a red dragon that was evil 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 city hall.

The former owner was said to be a baron, but unfortunately he later contracted a strange disease and died of illness not long after.

The old house changed hands several times, and then a new owner was welcomed.

It is said that she was a widowed lady who once caused a great sensation in Baima City because of her beauty and wealth. Unfortunately, this widowed lady lived in seclusion. Not only did she have no interest in any aristocratic banquet, but she even rarely dealt with other aristocratic classes. So gradually, she was also excluded from the aristocratic circle. Only every once in a while can she see her servant driving a carriage to take her to the manor outside the city.

This widowed lady is so rich!

Not only did she buy some of the most lively shops in Baima City, she also had a large manor outside the city.

certainly.

Her backstage is said to be very tough, otherwise it would be impossible for a ** to keep such a generous property.

The mysterious caravan hostess came here.

The servant who had been waiting long ago welcomed her respectfully. The maid took off her shawl and then led her to a large room.

The ground was covered with soft goose-carpets. This high-quality alchemy weaving was the pursuit of many lower-class nobles, but now it seems like cheap fabrics to cover the entire room. A charming woman was lying on a wide ebony rocking chair reading a book. Her long black hair was casually draped behind her, wearing a pure white pajama, with a slightly open collar, revealing a plump and plump breast.

"Mother."

The caravan hostess leaned over slightly and said slowly: "I have brought you what you want."

"I can't figure it out."

"Why do I need to send it to me personally for a mere Viagra card? You should know that I am doing some very important research."

The charming woman stood up casually.

The pajamas she was wearing also slipped a little, but she was not interested in sorting it out, and she didn't seem to mind showing her beautiful figure in front of her daughter. Instead, she laughed softly and said, "Golia."

"Have you not noticed what's special about it for so long?"

“It is not a card of impermanence.”

"But the highest achievement of alchemy in a certain era - the destiny card!"

This is a Nordland witch.

The age of the witch could not be judged by her appearance. She came to the caravan hostess, reached out to take a box made of black metal, and slowly said: "The idiots in the witch council have owned it for so long, but they still didn't find anything."

"It should have been handed over to me long ago."

The fair fingers opened the box, and the charming woman gently stroked a mysterious card stored inside, and a strange light burst out from her eyes.

"Fate Card."

"The key to becoming the fortune-teller in the legend!"

The cards in the charming woman's palm disappeared out of thin air. This is a storage technique commonly used by advanced wizards, a small alien space that was independently opened.

"My good daughter."

The charming woman lay lazily on the soft big bed, playing with her long hair bored, and said casually: "Have you encountered any interesting things during this journey?"

"Since being imprisoned in this cage, I haven't encountered anything I'm interested in for a long time."

"I really want to leave like this."

The caravan hostess frowned slightly. She looked at the woman in front of her carefully and said slowly: "Mother."

"Please don't forget that you are still accepting the banishment of Parliament."

"Because you conducted a taboo experiment at the root of dead trees, there has been a land of death within fifty kilometers!"

"If it weren't for the parliament to pay the price to give in."

"I'm afraid the Northern Druids have already started their pursuit of you, and the result waiting for you is nothing more than a natural judgment."

The charming woman giggled and shrugged mischievously like a girl, but her expression was a little evil: "Golia."

"It was just a small accident that happened in an interesting experiment."

"Those stubborn druids are really stubborn!"

The caravan hostess' expression became serious and she said seriously: "Mother."

"The elemental energy of the roots of dead trees has been terrible damage. The geological structure there has been completely changed. The intensity of energy radiation has reached level A. The energy penetration of the elemental plane is very serious. I am afraid that no grass will grow in the next 500 years!"

"Is this just a small accident in your mouth?"

"If it weren't for the North Eye's Crown to apologize personally, I'm afraid the legendary transformer who lives in seclusion in the ice and snow mountains would have personally taken action against you!"

The smile on the charming woman's face stopped abruptly, and her expression couldn't hold on and said, "It's just a guy who can turn into a dragon but can't breathe."

"I'm not afraid of him...I'm not afraid of him!"

The caravan hostess showed a rare smile, as if she was very happy about her mother's crucified expression, and said slowly: "Mother."

"Fifty years of exile punishment are not serious."

"Besides, you are not really imprisoned, and the Eye of the North still prefers your talents! But once you leave privately and are known to the druids, they have the right to conduct a natural judgment on you!"

"At that time, even the Eye of the North can't save you."

"The Druids are still worried about balancing the energy of the dead tree roots. The Witch Council even sent twelve high-level witches to assist, and their anger has accumulated for a long time."

"There are also a great resentment within the parliament for cleaning up the mess you left behind!"

The charming woman finally couldn't hold on her face. Her slender eyebrows frowned and said with a stern face: "Enough."

"Those old-fashioned guys didn't understand how important the experiment I was doing was."

"If it succeeds!"

“I can start a new era.”

The caravan hostess glanced at her, did not retreat, but instead said in a row: "Mother."

"But your experiment failed."

"So you have to bear the consequences of the matter."

It seemed like a powder barrel burst.

The charming woman was so angry that her eyebrows stood up, and she threw the book in her hand directly to the ground, saying dissatisfiedly: "Enough!"

"Is this how you speak to your mother?"

The expression of the caravan host finally eased for a moment. She bent down and picked up the books and whispered: "Mother."

"I respect you and love you."

"But that doesn't change my position as a witch!"

"You told me before."

"When our power cannot solve the problem, faith is our last card." (North Witch's spells rely on cards to cast)

The charming woman sighed softly and waved her hand tiredly, "You go out."

The caravan hostess hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "I encountered some interesting things on the way here."

"If you want to hear it, I can talk to you."

The charming woman glanced at her and then showed a look of calming eyes.

Although nominally limited to the city of White Horse, there have been people secretly monitoring her. The scope of her ability to move is limited to residences and outside manors. When she goes to the house, she only deals with the Witch Council mission. Any abnormal behavior of her will cause annoying warnings and may lead to more serious exile (capture). The North Druids have marked her as the most dangerous target, and almost the entire world's druids know her name. Since she was exiled to White Horse, several elves druids have secretly monitored her every move.

The caravan hostess sorted out the language and said slowly: "On the way here, I met two interesting people."

"A man and a little girl."

"It's a brother and sister."

"That man is actually very ordinary, just a relatively clever wanderer."

"But later I found out that he was a little unusual, because his soul was weaker than ordinary people. If he had not made a deal with the demon, then he had suffered serious soul trauma."

"If it was the former, he should have the abyss breath on his body, but if it was the latter, he would have difficulty surviving."

The charming woman showed an interesting expression when she heard this and suddenly interrupted: "Good daughter."

"Then why didn't you kill him?"

"As long as he locks up his soul, he should be able to figure it out."

The caravan hostess' expression was a little ugly. She took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "Mother. This is just a little curiosity. We should not take away a person's life for this."

The charming woman curled her lips indifferently and said, "Maybe the soul of that person is very valuable?"

"All right."

"You keep talking."

The caravan hostess sighed in her heart, as if she was helpless at her mother, and then said, "What really surprised me was that little girl."

"She's very special."
To be continued...