"By the way, have you figured out about Flynn?"


    Renault frowned. "After investigation, when Fulin was a child, his father was killed by wild animals when he left the village. A few years later, his mother also fell ill and died. He was a childhood sweetheart with Liang, and there were only two or three real friends. But we couldn''t ask anything from them, and we didn''t find any clues. I sent two people to stare at them."


    "Well drilling... Maybe Fulin saw it secretly somewhere."


    "Well, you must let me know if you have any news. And the well must be looked after."


    "Yes!"


    The little figure outside the side hall heard the end of their negotiation and hurried to hide behind the big barrel that usually holds the grain pile.


    It was dark, and Renault was in a hurry. He didn''t notice that there was a petite man behind the grain bucket.


    When Renault left, Townsend''s mind was surging. Flynn was higher than him, but it was a joke in terms of combat effectiveness. After the sacrifice, he ran out of the village and got a fresh front leg of a low monster from the outside, which was impossible for Fulin before.


    Carrying something in the middle of the night, sneaking to the well? What did he mention? He can get the front legs of monsters. There should be no big problem with demon blood and so on.


    If so


    Townsend returns to the house. Lin is in poor health recently and has already fallen asleep. Sakura, dressed as an alternate witch, knelt aside, as if she knew he was coming.


    "Brother, I can''t communicate with the fox God."


    "It''s all right. Take your time."


    Townsend came to Ying and rubbed her beautiful pink hair with his hand. "Tomorrow, prepare me a set of standby witch clothes, and I''ll pay homage to the fox God."


    It''s tempting to worship the fox God in witch clothes. Just like before, the father and son went to the temple of God to pray for seven days. As long as there was no disaster in these seven days, it shows that Fox God tacitly approved this behavior.


    Wait for Townsend to worship. If there is disaster in the seven days, Townsend can only choose to sacrifice. The candidate for sacrifice can never be Ying or Lin!


    Otherwise... He will take Ying and Lin to live in the big city and let those people live and die!


    They really think the patrol can guard one side? Townsend, who hunted monsters with the patrol these days, also saw the upper limit of the patrol.


    Once a powerful demon comes, they can''t resist it at all. They can only rely on the shrine witch in the village to protect them.


    When Townsend made up his mind, he fell asleep.


    In his dream, he dreamed of the magical world again. Human beings in different worlds control the destiny with mortals. It seems that you can do anything.


    More powerful weapons can move mountains and burn the sea!


    The gods of that era were just a belief without any extraordinary power.


    Also, human beings can control the "extraordinary power" themselves. What do we need gods to do? Offer sacrifices like them? Isn''t that a brain bubble!


    Townsend is full of longing for it.


    Early in the morning, when it was still dawn, Townsend got up to take a bath.


    Irene took out a suitable standby Witch Dress to dry yesterday, and it''s just enough for Townsend to wear today.


    After bathing, Townsend first went to the side hall dedicated to the spirit knife, then returned to the house and looked at the witch clothes that Ying had already prepared for him. The corners of his eyes still smoked unnaturally.


    Sighed. Anyway, this was not the first time he wore it. When his mother was still a child, she gave him a trumpet witch dress more than once.


    The first is the black lining, which extends to the neck. It is similar to the high necked sweater of the different world, but it is more like the assassin''s mask. Pulling it up can cover half of his face.


    Townsend honestly put on a black lining. The lining was strange. He retained his high collar, but did not extend his arms.


    Next is the pure white coat, which is also very similar to the vest, but the front of the "vest" is staggered, giving people a very comfortable aesthetic feeling. The shoulder blades of the "vest" and even the huge opening in front of the neck are well hidden by the black lining without exposing a trace of skin.


    Next is a dark cherry skirt with purple lines divided into plaid.


    Townsend picked it up dry and crisp.


    Sakura on one side came forward, took out the wide waist of red cloth and surrounded the skirt and upper lining. Then he took out a wide black-and-white rope and tied it to his waist. He pulled it back and tied a big bow behind his waist.


    Then, there are two white stockings mentioned above the knee, with red faint lines on the top.


    Townsend has no objection to this. He once heard that this thing was worn by men at the beginning, as if it had the function of keeping warm.


    "Wait!"


    Ying, standing in front of Townsend, was stunned and said, "what''s the matter, brother?"


    Townsend touched the cloth of the white stockings and hesitated, "will it be too hot to wear this thing this day? And the black lining." Townsend pulled his collar again. "Just now, I feel a muggy heat."


    Unexpectedly, Sakura, who has always been clever, has a positive face:


    "Elder brother, you pray to the fox God. You must dress formally. Even if you take off and go wild in the yard after prayer, no one asks you."


    Townsend looked embarrassed and pulled the stockings in Ying''s hand. "All right, all right, I know. Can''t I wear them?"


    Two over knee white socks wrapped tightly around his legs, making Townsend particularly uncomfortable. He is used to those loose clothes. They are too tight and uncomfortable at all.


    Townsend pulled the white socks, and the white socks snapped back to the tender and white skin of his legs.


    "Brother, alternate witch clothes and even witch clothes are definitely the best cloth that can be provided in the village."


    Townsend rolled his eyes. "Well, what else?"


    "And sleeves."


    Townsend make an unnecessary move to make complaints about the two loose strips of cloth that he handed over to Sakura. "It''s just like doing the job and putting it on the arm."


    "Elder brother," Irene said seriously, "they are made of different materials."


    He put on his leg socks. The loose sleeves are even more interesting. Three times five divided by two, Townsend tightened the band at the wrist of the sleeve.


    Irene blinked and said with a smile, "brother, is the alternate Witch Dress comfortable?"


    Townsend felt the smoothness brought by the silky fabric of the sleeve rubbing the skin. Unexpectedly, he felt very good.


    Townsend nodded. "On the one hand, it''s also very neat to fight. It would be better if you could remove the stockings. I still doubt its practicability. It should be worn in winter to keep warm."


    "Very comfortable ~" Irene came forward and hugged Townsend. "You''ve been used to it for a long time."


    The little nose shrugged, and a faint smell of cherry blossoms floated into the nose.


    "Brother, have you gone to the side hall of the spirit sword again?"


    "Well, I went after the shower. It''s more reassuring to see it."