Vol 5 Chapter 213: Guests in the magic mouse village

"Demon Hunting College (
Nikita was long past the age of looking at her face.
For a demon, a good-looking skin is far inferior to a pair of beautiful eyes. And this Guge giant happened to have a pair of beautiful eyes, which greatly eased the discomfort caused by its hideous face to the female demon.
The banshee walked up to the giant.
She stretched out her hand and gently patted the scorched black hair on the forearm of the giant ancient leather, brushing away the remaining ashes.
The Guge giant made a gurgling sound in his chest, with various expressions changing on his face, trying his best to convey the idea of ​​surrender to the existence in front of him who controls his life and death, and conveyed his thoughts about what he wanted to do for her.
"The more you do, the more mistakes you make."
The banshee refused the request of the survivor, and said to the Guge giant in a gentle voice: "Have you seen the stars in the sky? They have been doing too much and wanting to live according to their own hearts, so they were expelled from the world. "
"The gods are gods because they are very far away from mortals. The clear spring that they waved out has gone through a long journey. After falling on top of mortals, it has become a drizzle."
"Time and distance can dilute all original intentions, and can also distort all kindness."
"The saints do nothing, because they know that they do not need to do anything deliberately when they are in their realm. Their every move will change the color of the world. If they do not do it, they will not cause new harm to the world. So he They will control themselves and use certain rules to limit their infinite power."
"The reason why demons are demons is because they refuse to restrict themselves. I hope to live smartly and unrestrainedly, and hope that their real bodies are not confined in magic or a certain small world... All they carry their real bodies and want to live here. Amidst the stars."
Faceless and quietly stood behind the banshee, listening carefully to every word she said. It knew that every word the banshee said now was her perception in the dreamland.
For the faceless who lacks understanding, these insights are precious.
Unlike it, the giant of Guge listened blankly. This race was originally not known for being intelligent, and their hearts were more willing to provide fresh blood to the strong muscles on their forearms, rather than the little brains remaining in their skulls.
After feeling for a while in the wind and rain and the giant, Nikita felt a little bored.
Stupid world, stupid companion, stupid self, no matter how much you feel, what is the point?
"Heal the wound and wait for my call."
The banshee slid a piece of obsidian runestone into the arm of the giant Guge, watched the dark rune crawling all over its body, and then left without a face, continuing her journey of searching for cannon fodder.
Behind her, several huge black shadows passed over the treetops, emitting sunlight that had been hidden for a long time. The trembling muscles of the giant Guge slowly relaxed until the black shadow covering him completely disappeared. It raised its head and glanced at the direction where the two banshees were leaving. The pink pupils showed emotions of mania and fear. After a long time, it lifted its paws and slowly crawled into the depths of the enchanting forest.
Leaving the Guge Giant, Nikita continued to walk in the dark and enchanting forest with no face.
Between the phosphorescence of the mushrooms and the channel constructed by the huge branches, weird flapping sounds are heard from time to time. It is the charm mice passing news to each other.
When the two banshees crossed a gurgling stream and passed through a new tree hole, the beating sounds of the enchanted rats suddenly became much denser. It seemed that the drizzle of spring had changed to the torrential rain of summer.
Nikita stopped and listened to the communication among the forest owners.
"What happened?" Faceless couldn't understand the sound of the bewitching rat slap, but it could understand the expressions of its companions, so it asked in a low voice, "...Do you need me to call some helpers?"
Nikita shook his head.
"An interesting visitor came from Zuge's village, and they were a little panicked." There was a trace of interest on her face, and her scarlet eyes looked pure in the changing sunlight of the Enchanted Forest: "... Maybe you Will be interested."
Zu Ge is the Enchanted Rat, the most aboriginal in the Enchanted Forest. They have brown fur and rat-like teeth. They like to make fine wine with the tan at the feet of oak.
Faceless's newly painted little mouth puttered beautifully.
It hates those mice. Since entering the woods, she has trampled many fascinated mice to death. But it also heard that Nikita was interested in strangers in the villages of Zu's. So it pouted.
If you don't object, you can't express your displeasure.
Had to pretend to be cute.
The village of the Enchanted Rat is located near the center of the Enchanted Forest. It is surrounded by many tall boulders. The stones are covered with green and yellow moss-this ruin originally belonged to some more terrifying creatures, but they It has been extinct, and the ancestors occupied the magpie's nest and regarded it as their own village.
The closer you get to the village, the less oak and the more mushrooms.
Especially in those areas where the ancestors once held rituals or witch celebrations, the fungus grew particularly dense. Their shimmering light gathered into a river, flowing along the roots and feet of the oak trees, shimmering with disturbing gray-green colors, reflecting the woods in a weird and unknown appearance.
When the two banshees crossed the wall built by huge stones and walked into the village of the ancestors~EbookFREE.me~ they felt a lot of stare. These sights belonged to the owners of this village—it took a lot of effort to distinguish the small and smooth brown outlines behind these sights.
Unlike Faceless, Nikita didn't see these rats from the moment he entered the village.
All her eyes fell on the slender stranger in the ancestral village.
That is a witch.
A young witch—about eight or nine years old—has long thick brown hair and a round face.
It's just that her face is a little pale and her hair is a little messy.
She is holding a small mirror in her right hand, a blank picture book in her left hand, and a few tarnished wooden leaves tied around her wrist, her robe is a bit tattered, and her eyes are hollow and blank.
Several daring ancestors were throwing pebbles at her, and at the same time they slapped their chests vigorously, making threatening sounds.
"Shhh! Be quiet!"
The little witch put her index finger to her lips, looked around slowly, and said in a very soft voice: "...Be quiet, don't be heard by the fairies...They can eat people!"
The shadows in mid-air dropped hundreds of slender antennae, sweeping around, clearing the noisy ancestors out of their villages.
Nikita walked to the little witch.
She lowered her head and looked at her tousled brown hair and pale skin, the small leather shoes with holes in her feet, and the toes protruding from the holes.
The banshee's nose fluttered slightly.
There was a very faint sweet smell from the little witch.
She looked like a beautiful soap bubble, and the faceless mind standing behind Nikita suddenly slid over this thought, and at the same time she took out its cosmetic case, and began to smear her face with eyebrow pencil and lipstick.