The Dark Moon Sect returned to its cliff this time, and it was obvious that the witch chose a different style from the one he started.

No longer sitting in front of the stage as a pope, but maintaining more mystery.

In this way, such a location is very suitable-

It is a good arrangement to maintain the original belief pattern to the greatest extent, both at the center of this pattern and without any trace.

And the residents of Laerting also feel the same way.

I walked through the West District Church with the Witch, and I could hardly feel the fear of the transformation of faith around me.

The former holy land of this sect is even more lively than before.

After the original legal system was broken, everyone stood at the same starting line in a short period of time.

Apart from a small number of possible broken hearts, too many people have come to seek the Tao.

The response of the sect seems quite ideal. In this era-level change, a certain order was forced to be maintained.

Of course, in addition to Amira mentioned by the witch, the baroness who incorporated the new law should also play a significant role.

A mechanism that has a certain probability of responding to "truth" is really important to maintaining confidence.

For example, along the way, Fu Qian had heard more than one person mention in conversation that the great dark moon solved the threat in the thick fog outside the city, and the crisis had passed, and Laertin survived.

And the two of them walking in it did, as the witch said, and did not trigger a special reaction.

Of course, there are always exceptions in everything. Not everyone can't wait to listen to the guidance of the dark moon, such as the owner of the house in front of him-

Moving forward all the way in the atmosphere of everything, Fu Qian finally signaled the witch to stop in front of a two-story brick and stone building.

"here?"

Glazed tiles and copper railings, although old and small, have an elegant style.

The witch's surprise obviously did not mean to dislike the venue, but instead had a certain concept of the place in front of her.

"Yes, Mrs. Harper's black tea, I think it's pretty good."

Fu Qian nodded and confirmed that he had already stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Click!

There was no need to knock the door a second time, and the door was opened from the inside, and an old man with white hair stretched out his head, which was exactly the serious-looking Mrs. Harper.

"I think the police have made it clear that they are refused to visit here."

This time it was even more serious, and almost immediately opened the door and spoke a cold sentence.

...

According to the Witch's previous statement, this place became a pilgrimage attraction, so Mrs. Harper did not need to rent a house to live, so did the latter give up this intangible cultural heritage?

Concise and to the point, Fu Qian instantly helped him understand the reason why this place was so quiet and he became more curious.

In addition, the witch's reaction seemed to vaguely explain one thing, that is, she had even visited this place before.

“We were not here to visit.”

Although the old lady is determined and unbearable, she has always refused to respond professionally.

"I'm sorry, I don't accept any advice."

Unfortunately, someone seemed to have used such words. The old lady's eyes, which were a little cloudy when she heard this, swept across this side, and the response was still cold and straightforward.

"We are indeed here to ask for advice. Have you ever seen a letter without a sender, Madam?"

But Fu Qian did not deny his intention this time and gestured with his hands.

He was naturally referring to the letter sent from the warehouse at that time, and the person who passed it over was the one in front of him.

Given the tortuous process, it is likely that I am very impressed.

“…Who are you?”

As expected, the old lady had a tough and proud personality and was not allowed to deny it completely.

After a little hesitation, she finally did not close the door, but instead admitted it in disguise by asking questions.

"Can you go in and say it? Please believe we have no malice."

But Fu Qian started a puzzle and had a gentle smile.

“I just heard that your black tea tastes very good.”

...

"I'm increasingly confused about the taste of young people."

After a brief exchange, Fu Qian and the other two were finally invited into the familiar living room.

As if to take the opportunity to calm down, Mrs. Harper actually went to make tea as soon as possible.

Although I took it to the guests a while later, I said that I didn’t believe what Fu Qian said.

"More than that, sometimes I can't even figure out myself."

Fu Qian said that this is the case and even picked up the cup and took a sip.

It's true that it's still a familiar feeling, no wonder people say that memory has a taste.

"Try it."

Sighing, Fu Qian turned his head to signal the witch.

"Well, another flavor is really different...and it's really good."

He successfully got tea while the Knight was in the way, and the witch was also very devoted.

After savoring it seriously, I finally nodded and gave a positive comment.

"I'm glad you like it... Actually, to be honest, my taste was not like this when I was young, and I changed step by step to the present."

But the facts proved that the witch might have cut off the extraordinary impact of looking directly at her face, but she still easily won more favors.

Facing her praise, Mrs. Harper's eyes not only softened a little, but she even forgot about Fu Qian's question that she had not answered. The next moment was the memories of her youth.

The Pope is the Pope!

Such development even made it very magical.

Using the topic of letter as a stepping stone, the effect is undoubtedly as good as imagined.

However, after entering the door, it should be explained in theory.

As a result, with the charm of the Pope, this step seemed to be skipped directly, and the tea drinking activity began so smoothly and happily.

"The young man who originally lived here is a bit like you. He likes this taste... but eating is a bit unhealthy and only likes sweet ones."

At this time, Mrs. Harper had already shown a completely different conversation than when she opened the door, and continued to share.

...

I feel that although there have been many people visiting each other for many days, the purpose is too simple, and the old lady looks so depressed.

Being able to experience this mentality, Fu Qian plays a good listener while drinking tea, and almost feels like a volunteer in a nursing home.

Such a life-like scene makes the witch who already chooses to be low-key, and it doesn't seem to be rejected.

There is no doubt that she also knows who the "former tenant" is. Listening to the story of the Knight from such an angle seems to make her deeply interesting.

Looking at Fu Qian from the corner of his eyes, he almost seemed to listen to gossip in the tea room.

"Have you always eaten sweet? Is there any special reason?"
Chapter completed!