The dark interior of the fortress makes people unable to distinguish the actual sense of distance. Following the witch who claims to be Hera, the child who has been regarded as part of the witch group''s property soon forgets how many corridors he has turned and how many intersections he has passed. But interestingly, he can be sure that he did not see any doors along the way, in other words, no room. However, with limited vision and knowledge, the child could not realize what it meant. He just followed the witch step by step, looking forward to a big meal.


    "Step on it!" The sound of footsteps echoed in the open room. Haila suddenly stopped, so that the child behind her almost hit her. "Here we are. Wait here. I''ll get something to eat." Said the witch in her usual weak voice, and then she went into the darkness ahead. Fortunately, she didn''t really leave her little tail behind in the dark. After two steps forward, Hera reacted with hindsight and tapped her finger. Then two rows of dim candles lit up along the two sides of the room, sketching out a long table in the middle and chairs around it.


    "Sit there and wait for me. It won''t be long." The witch said, hooked her hand, and a chair came out of the table. And though it was only a flash away, the child who saw it was sure that the power to push the chair came from something white that protruded from the bottom of the tablecloth. He bit his lips and was deeply disturbed by the sight he had just seen, but the witch''s orders were not to be disobeyed, which is a well-known truth in lost heart Bay. So he summoned up his courage and went to the long table. After carefully checking the chair, he sat down carefully. As for Hera, the witch had turned into a corridor where the candle light had not been illuminated, even when the child was suspicious.


    The footsteps sounded again, but this time it was not from Hera, but another witch stationed in the fort. The child remembered her name as Karen. The witch with a whip around her thigh looked around at random, frowning slightly, as if she was not satisfied with the lighted candles. "That guy always makes this place gloomy." She whispered, pounding the floor with the heels of her metal shoes. "Poof!" The flame on the candle instantly expanded, making the fuzzy space bright and warm.


    The child covered his eyes with his hand and put it down after a few seconds. By this time, Karen had already sat on the other side of the long table and looked at him with her legs up. For a child, aesthetic is a difficult thing, especially in the absence of parental education, it is difficult to distinguish between beauty and ugliness. For example, despite the taboo status of witches, garland, with her neat orange red short hair, is likely to drive most men in the city crazy. A witch''s well maintained body and beautiful face under the influence of natural charm are incomparable to the vulgar fishwoman or the fleshy warbler. But for a child without standards of beauty and ugliness, this short haired witch is no more beautiful than Hera, who bandages his wounds. And aware of the banter in the eyes, the child sitting at the other end of the long table was dragged, and the scar caused by it began to ache again.


    "Don''t worry, little one. The heartless witch will not do such a boring thing to a person like you As if sensing the other party''s uneasiness, Karen leans back and places her weight on the back of her chair. Her left hand was placed under her chin, and she broke the silence with interest, "since I promised you a full meal to exchange your body, I will fulfill this promise. But are you sure you want something made by Hella? "


    Seeing that the child''s attention was attracted by herself, the witch showed a proud smile, "do you think she is a good person? Will you bandage the wound and offer to help you with food? " Although it is not clear what Karen meant by this, the so-called good man may not be enough to describe Hera for a sick orphan. In his eyes, she is almost a God who brings light to the world, although she does not like light.


    "Ha ha ha! Do you really think so? Ha ha ha When Karen saw the expression on the child''s face, she immediately understood his thoughts. The witch did not care about the image of laughter, and even almost fell off the chair. This irritating laughter did not stop until the witch''s stomach was bent with pain. She wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and looked up again at the child across the long table. "Oh, you are such a stupid bird that you forget the butcher''s knife just because there are rice grains on the plate in front of you. That''s not good. It''s boring if you just die like this. Here, let me tell you the story of Miss HeLa! "


    "Karen Haila, standing in the corridor with a wooden tray full of food, yelled at her companion. There was a rare expression on her thin face. But unfortunately, with her thin body and the voice that she tried her best but still lacked her breath, Haila''s stop only encouraged Karen''s interest.


    "What? You want to stop me? Or do you want to tell our little guests your story in person? My dear, HeLa, miss The witch deliberately stretched the word Hera very long, as if to emphasize something intentionally. And it does make the child realize that the pronunciation of the name Haila is almost the same as the word tomb in the lost heart Bay dialect. So when Hera put the wooden plate on the table in front of the child, he could not help but add a little doubt to the witch''s eyes."HeLa, oh, what a malicious name. The damned daughter born from the graveyard, the living dead from the womb of the dead! She''s a celebrity in our sorceress group, and even the annoying Ellie is not as legendary as she was when she was born Karen giggled and said in an exaggerated tone, "may I start your story? My sister? "


    Haila listened to her companion''s sarcasm, but did not react violently. I just picked up a red rose on the wooden plate and put it in front of my seat.


    "You can eat and listen, little one. No, you''d better eat and listen, because I''m afraid you won''t be able to eat after hearing this story. " Karen patted her hands and drilled out two small black thumbs from the bottom of the table. They rolled their knives and forks and put them on the child''s wooden plate.


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