Shut up, brave man! I don't want to atone for my sins to you!

Okay, that’s the end of my wild thoughts.

Although she always felt that she seemed to have overlooked some important information... about the mistress, about Lentiheim, but no matter how hard she tried to recall, she really couldn't remember what she had overlooked.

It doesn’t matter, nothing is difficult in the world as long as you are willing to give up.

Instead of continuing to scare myself, I might as well think about how to completely fool Charles.

She didn't want Charles to know her true identity, but she didn't want this rare journey to end in such a hasty manner.

This is really hard, isn't it?

But there is always a way, just like fishing, be patient, and if it doesn't work, use the pastor lady to bait the bait, she will always be able to catch Charles.

Then the witch lady's mouth curled up slightly.

Then, she and Charles finally left Lentiheim and returned to Pangaea.

But just as they were leaving Lentiheim, something extremely difficult to detect quietly entered Lentiheim.

No one noticed the thing coming.

Lacie didn't notice it, Charles didn't notice it, and even the mistress... no, the mistress of the elves was already dead, so how could He possibly notice the invasion of that thing?

If the Madam had not died, He might have warned His children—

No, He has warned.

In the dream of existence, in the second dream.

——It’s a shadow.

The one who quietly invaded Lentiheim was an exceptionally tall and thin ghost.

[Intermission, End]

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3/3

1. Finally found

After leaving Lentiheim, Laceer thought about it and finally decided to give Lao Deng a "phone call".

Compared to what happened in Lentiheim, the emotional entanglement between her and Charles became an insignificant matter. After all, she was not so self-conscious as to regard the conflict between the two of them as an equally important and urgent matter to be dealt with as the survival of a civilization and even the future of the entire Pangaea.

Some things always stand out above others, don't they?

Lao Deng can laugh if he wants to, it doesn’t matter, she will pretend to be dead anyway.

Having prepared herself mentally, Lacier took out her wand, but did not immediately call Old Deng. Instead, she turned to look at Charles and ordered rudely:

"I'm going to contact the teacher. There are some things you can't listen to. Go away and go play somewhere else."

Charles said "hmm" and obediently left with the holy sword in his arms.

Only then did Lacie feel at ease to use the communication spell.

A faint light flashed, and pure magic formed a mirror surface. Then, Lao Deng's head appeared on the mirror.

He has a head full of white hair, a kind expression, and wears a pair of mithril-framed reading glasses. Behind him is the outline of a huge white tower reaching into the sky.

Here is a brief text:

"White Tower Communications·Test Version, Version 0.98."

There was no so-called communication spell in the original Pan-Continent. When mages wanted to convey information to others, they usually did so through dreams. Alternatively, a very small number of super-level mages could achieve one-sided conversations through smooth mirrors.

But after the establishment of the White Tower Alliance, communication magic was born.

As long as one pays a certain amount of magic power to the White Tower every once in a while, one can gain the right to use the communication spell. Although the technology is not yet mature and is still in the internal testing stage, Laciel understands its importance better than anyone else.

When communication magic is popularized across the Pan-Continent, the Internet - or the so-called "magic network" will no longer be out of reach. On the contrary, after it is fully developed, it will rise at a speed that no one can imagine, and will ring the bell of a new era for the entire Pan-Continent - by then, this ancient magical world may usher in earth-shaking changes.

"Our White Tower will become the mourner of the old world."

These are Lao Deng’s original words.

At that time, she was standing under the White Tower when she said this, giving a speech to the new batch of students who were about to enter the White Tower to study.

Someone recorded this scene with a photo spell and used it as a symbol for a communication spell.

That's why Lacie saw Lao Deng's face in the mirror.

Of course, if she hadn't refused, her face would have appeared on the mirror.

Although the appearance of her current body is indeed outstanding, beautiful and cute, she still cannot accept her face appearing on the standby interface of the communication spell. Isn't that too weird?

While Lacie was lost in thought, the communication was connected.

Lao Deng’s portrait on the mirror disappeared instantly, and was replaced by Lao Deng himself.

As if an old man who had just been awakened from a sweet dream, he closed his sleepy eyes slightly, groped around for his reading glasses, and smiled kindly at Lacie, saying hello:

"Isn't this my dearest student, the smart and lovely Miss Twilight Witch? Why did you suddenly think of contacting the teacher?"

Her tone was as always filled with ambiguous and ambiguous meanings.

But this time, Lacey didn't get angry.

On the contrary, after a slight snort, she asked unhappily:

"you ask me?"

They are all thousand-year-old foxes, why are they still performing Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio here?

Lacey didn't want to waste time talking to Lao Deng, so she said directly:

"The Archon of Lentiheim should have asked you for help, right? I heard from her that you have already discussed the details. In a few days, the White Tower will send a delegation to Lentiheim, and you will personally follow the delegation to Lentiheim to study the remains of the Matron, right?"

At this time, the cat named Zarathustra next to Lao Deng swung its tail and put the reading glasses that Lao Deng had been looking for for a long time on his nose.

The old man in the mirror finally breathed a sigh of relief, then reached out and gently touched the black cat's head.

The black cat seemed to be enjoying it very much, its tail wagging gently and its eyes narrowed comfortably.

Logically speaking, this happy scene should only make people feel warm, but Lacieel felt a little uncomfortable as she looked at it.

Then she cleared her throat with a sullen look:

"Ahem! Stop petting the cat, let's talk business!"

But she didn't expect that Lao Deng suddenly burst into laughter when he heard this, then he shifted his gaze from the black cat to her and teased:

"Ah, Zarathustra, someone seems to be jealous of you - it's very strange, how can anyone be jealous of an innocent little kitten? Isn't it?"

Upon hearing this, the black cat actually revealed a very human expression. It glanced at Lacie with its amber eyes, both noble and cold, and then rubbed Lao Deng affectionately with its cheek.

It said nothing, yet it seemed to say everything.

Lacele seemed to hear it echoing:

"That's it."

Lao Deng and Black Cat have always had a good understanding and cooperated well, so she quickly finished off the opponent:

"Zarathustra, I am your master, so of course I will love you and touch your head, but who is the master of our dear Miss Twilight Witch? Will anyone love her and touch her head?"

At this point, Lao Deng exclaimed in a rather exaggerated tone:

"Alas...it seems that our dear Miss Twilight Witch can't stand loneliness and wants to find a companion..."

Then, she looked at Lacier with her light golden eyes filled with mischievous smiles, pretending to be puzzled and asked:

"But didn't I hear that you have a companion? His name is Ciel, right? A brave warrior from all the human kingdoms. He's quite famous. Even an old guy like me knows him. Although I haven't seen him, those who have seen him say that he's a pretty reliable kid..."

"If you are jealous of Zarathustra, why don't you go to your companion, to the brave Charles, and let him touch your head too?"

"..."

Lacey is numb.

She thought to herself that he was worthy of being called Lao Deng, even the map of Yan State was so long.

But come to think of it...it seems that Charles really touched her head.

Not even in her cleric form, but in witch form.

Facing his mad mother, Charles ordered her to leave, touched her head, smiled and said to her that a hero should not escape from the battlefield.

She still remembers the scene clearly.

The man held the holy sword in one hand and the glimmer she had given him in the other.

The dim light illuminated the man's profile. He was smiling at her, giving her a firm yet gentle expression.

Then, he happily walked into the darkness, on the road to his heroic death.

Although Lacelle was reluctant to admit it, Charles was so cool and romantic at that moment that she couldn't help but think of "Cowboy Bebop".

"That man only thought about the past. It was as if he was desperately searching for evidence that he was alive before he died."

She felt it.

Ciel has one eye on the past and the other on the present.

But what Ciel didn't know was that his past belonged to her, his present also belonged to her, and his future...

Miss Witch suddenly raised the corners of her mouth unconsciously.

Even she had to admit that if she was really a girl, it would be hard for her not to be moved by Charles who stepped forward at that moment. No, perhaps compared to a normal girl, she would have more emotions.

She was even jealous of Charles, jealous that he could do such a cool thing.

She obviously wants to be a hero too!

So after being ordered by Charles to leave using a warp spell, she quickly found Lao Deng and asked for reinforcements.

After quickly explaining the general situation to Lao Deng, she picked up the wand again and used the warping spell.

At that time, Lao Deng immediately wanted to stop her and asked her what she wanted to do.

She took a deep breath and answered Lao Deng with a smile like Charles:

"I want to go back—because someone is waiting for me."

So she returned to Charles and together with him, she shattered the core of the Matron.

Although Charles was not waiting for her, or rather, Charles was waiting for another her.

This fact made her feel happy and... inexplicably sad, but she was unwilling to admit this dark and shameful emotion. Anyway, she was the priest and the witch, and no matter whether Ciel liked the priest or the witch, she would never lose.

To her, there are only small wins, medium wins, big wins, and big wins.

Facing Charles, Lacele believed she would win again and again.

But Lao Deng, who was communicating with her, obviously didn't think so.

Old Deng looked at the witch's expression in the mirror, which changed one after another and was truly amazing, and couldn't help but sigh silently.

If this isn't the love virus infecting the brain, what else could it be?

Although she had vowed to be with magic for the rest of her life and had therefore never loved anyone, fortunately she had lived long enough and witnessed enough people and things to have accumulated sufficient experience.

Now, her experience tells her that although some people are still trying to be stubborn, it is just because they are involved in the matter. In fact, any normal person can see that she is probably already terminally ill and there is no cure.

But Lao Deng wouldn't say anything.

She just smiled.

This is often the case with people who fall in love, and it’s not the first day that Miss Witch has been stubborn, is it?

But apart from her tough talk, everything about Miss Witch is soft, otherwise she would not have been saved by Miss Witch. Speaking of which, even she is a little curious. If one day, Miss Witch's tough shell is completely peeled off, what will this proud Dawn and Dusk Witch become?

It will be cute right?

Lao Deng thought about it and narrowed his eyes.

In her eyes, she saw Lacie anxiously trying to defend herself, but in her mind emerged the image of the almost silent, cold Witch of Dawn and Dusk who resisted contact with others and even kept people at a distance.

"finally……"

The old woman's lips moved but no sound came out. Just like that, she silently revealed an expression that showed she had no regrets.