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The sudden change made everyone stunned. Apart from the sound of the little whites chewing on the vines, there was only a violent heartbeat and breathing.

The backing collapsed unexpectedly, and the witch mistress was so frightened that her legs trembled.

She looked at Leonard, who was motionless, and said with a forced smile, "Hey! Don't joke around at this time. As long as you get up, I don't want all the things in the Witch's House, it's all yours!"

Silent.

The witch mistress gritted her teeth and promised with the last glimmer of hope: "I will not take those witches, and I can force them to be loyal to you!"

However, even though he had given in to this extent, Leonard on the ground remained silent and did not respond to her enticement.

William tentatively stretched out his stick and poked it, and then he simply used a clever trick, and turned Leonard over like a pancake, but there was still no abnormality.

Just when he was hesitating whether to use [Lamia's tail finger] to stab deep into it twice, the old man Cameron stood up and saved Leonard's innocence.

I saw his strange expression: "Don't try. From the beginning, the power of destiny in him has been constantly fluctuating, and now it has slipped to an unimaginable trough, and he should have really lost consciousness."

After hearing the old man Cameron's words, Mistress Witch's legs softened and she fell to the ground with a plop.

Her expression was no longer at the level of wanting to cry without tears. It was like meeting a female netizen offline, but she was greeted by a sudden fencing, and the whole person was stunned.

The face of the witch mistress was filled with the words resignation. Facing the seventh-order apostle of fate, she no longer even had the desire to struggle, only regret and despair remained.

The old lady knew that he must be a pit!

Don't look at this bastard's smooth journey, but sooner or later, he will drag everyone to a big somersault! Wouldn't that have happened if I had just left? Why do you have to be greedy and then mix it in?

The last vote, the last vote, how many witches cheating marriage and money are discounted on the last vote? Why can't I remember!

Glancing at the self-pity witch mistress, William thoughtfully touched the lucky coin in his pocket.

Before Leonard lost consciousness, he clearly remembered that the lucky coin vibrated once, the fate item... the fate sequence... this thing in his pocket, I am afraid it is a little more special than he imagined.

Hmm... I don't know how my cousin is doing, and how long will it be before he can beat his father-in-law and come back to France.

...

"Hans, what are you doing? Why are you covered in dirt?"

Pomona came out in a fur coat and looked curiously at the beard...the beardless cousin who was sweating like rain at the door.

After hearing her question, Hans stopped his work, raised his head with a shovel and smiled honestly.

"Nothing, I just want to plant a few trees."

"Plant a tree?"

The wind on the grassland was a bit bitter, and the cold wind made Pomona feel uncomfortable. She tightened her clothes and said doubtfully:

"What kind of tree? No, what are you planting?"

The bearded cousin scratched the back of his head and said a little embarrassedly, "Can you not say it?"

"……can not!"

"Okay." Hans sighed and pointed to the mountain of saplings behind the tent.

"My mother gave it to her. She said that as long as a multi-seeded tree is planted in her own house, a crane will fall, and then the child will be hung on the branch of the tree..."

Pomona burst out laughing, and quickly changed from a suppressed low laugh to a laugh that leaned forward and back.

She tugged at Hans and gave him a hard peck on his flushed face.

"It's not true anymore. What kind of tree are you planting? It's better for me to plant a tree on the ground..."

"I know, but Mother Mother doesn't think so."

Hans wiped his face and muttered: "She said that multi-seed trees grow slowly. If I don't plant trees quickly, the cranes will wait until there are trees next to the house. The time is too long and the children are too big. Those cranes are easy to grow. If you can't hold it, you might just…”

Pomona laughed until tears came out.

She covered her stomach for a while, then she was out of breath and said:

"Problem... The problem is that this is grassland. Although our tribe... Although we have our own pastoral area, we will not always live in the same place. How can you guarantee that multi-seed trees can grow in your house... Oh I understand ”

She wiped her tears and asked with a smile, "Hans, you prepared so many saplings, are you planting them wherever you want? That's a good idea."

"That's not... I didn't think about moving..."

Hans scratched his head in embarrassment.

"I just plant a few if I want to have a few, um... If I move often, it seems that I really need to plant a few more..."

How many plants do you want to have?

Pomona's smile stopped abruptly. She looked at the saplings piled up behind the tent. The saplings were built like a hill. If they were twins every year, they would have to live to be two hundred years old to have a chance to complete this. Task……

Are you ready to breed a race with me?

Pomona, who has always held a strong position, felt the fear of being dominated for the first time.

She tightened her clothes and decided to tell her father tomorrow whether it was of any use or not. When migrating in the future, when she sees a multi-seed tree, she must first chop it down...

Pomona said with a strong smile, "Hans, how can you plant so many trees by yourself? Why don't I discuss with my father and ask him to find some people to plant with you?"

"Then there's no need, Mother said, only the multi-seed trees planted by yourself are effective..."

The bearded cousin touched his smooth chin and sighed: "But I suspect that she is actually trying to **** me off, she is blaming me for not shaving my beard..."

Pomona glanced at Hans' chin reluctantly, a look of approval on her face.

His future father-in-law has a pretty handsome beard. Hans had inherited this very well, but unfortunately... those beards will be unaccustomed to the soil and water as soon as they reach the grassland, and I don't know if they will stay on it any longer. must be damaged.

After hesitating for a while, Pomona gritted her teeth and kicked the shovel in Hans's hand.

"Stop digging!"

"Let's hurry back to Flange. I'm worried that your beard will be cut off if you drag it on! I'll go get my father some laxatives first. I think it will work at noon tomorrow, and then you will challenge him again, do you understand?"

...

Unlike the filial daughter who was going to let her husband slap her father out, William was a good boy who was kind and filial.

At this point, he was carefully tying Harry to the horse's back to prevent him from being injured twice due to the bumps on the way back.

Yes, it was a secondary injury, and Harry was the only seriously injured person in the encounter just now.

All of this could have been avoided, but he couldn't hold back his desire to fight, so he slashed the puppets with one more axe, so he received a solid [Kletti Poison Spell].

Now he was poisoned so that his whole body was stiff and his face turned green, like a wooden stake painted with green paint. The only thing that could move his body was his two round eyeballs.

William didn't mean to "detoxify" the witch mistress. He had experienced this thing in his previous life, and it took effect quickly and looked very scary, but in fact, it was mainly controlled, and it was not too lethal, as long as it was thrown in the sun It will clear up on its own after a few days of exposure.

Since it's not fatal, it's easy to say. Even if Harry suffers for two more days, he can have a long memory, um... It's a bit cloudy depending on the weather. It's estimated that there will be no sun tomorrow.

After tying up Harry, William picked up his axe and walked to the old man Leonard's side, poking the dark green vines with his fingertips expressionlessly.

【Pure vines with the power of nature】

[Spirit +3 (temporary) after eating]

[The derivative plant produced by using the holy relic "Bins' Magic Vine Ring" has a lot of natural power that has not been completely dissipated, which not only has a certain nourishing effect on the spirit, but also has a good taste]

"..."

Thank you, although I can accept farmyard manure, I can't accept this overly unrestrained soilless cultivation.

After driving away the feasting horses, William cut off the vines with Harry's axe. In order to avoid hurting the fragile inner part of old Cameron, he also deliberately left him more than a foot long.

"President Cameron, is your chest injury okay? Can you still make it to Fort Doza?"

The old man Cameron, who was lying on the horse, shook his head and avoided William's inquiring gaze, as if doing so would preserve his little dignity.

He answered dryly: "It's okay... It shouldn't die in a short time."

After enduring for a while, the old man Cameron finally couldn't hold back his swollen curiosity, turned his head and asked curiously:

"William, can you tell me, how did you make Leonard lose consciousness? Is it a mental shock-type arcane spell? Or is it a special ability for the soul?"

William glanced at Leonard, who was also tied to the horse, and slowly shook his head.

You may not believe it, but I actually didn't do anything. Leonard committed suicide by himself, trying to lift the skirt of the female tenant on me, but he was kicked over by someone with a slap.

"Not you?"

The old man Cameron frowned and said: "No, something must have happened in the middle. Although he was injured, he was far from losing consciousness. Although your fate... eh?"

As if he suddenly thought of something, the old man Cameron rolled his eyes and quietly peeped at William's fate.

He had seen William's fate before, but that time he just glanced at the fate of the little rich woman, and he didn't really observe it directly.

With the activation of [Peeping Fate], the world in the eyes of old Cameron changed.

In his eyes, William's destiny is like the bottomless abyss in the center of the Seven Seas. All the destiny that "flows" through him will be swallowed up. Even if they gather far away, they will be changed by the huge phagocytic force.

What shocked him the most was that there was a very strange feeling in the center of that fate, as if there was the true meaning of fate in it...

"President Cameron? What's wrong with you? Wake up!"

William's voice awakened the old man Cameron, making his eyes recover from the dullness.

"What? What's the matter?"

What's up? You look at me and tremble all over, your eyes are almost matching, what else do you ask me?

William shook his head and casually found a reason: "President Cameron, the ice pick inserted in your back is about to melt, are you sure you don't need to deal with your wound?"

The old man Cameron touched his back, and then pulled out the ice pick.

William was surprised to see that there was no real heart in old Cameron's chest, only a phantom of the heart that was pumping constantly, and this phantom heart was actually maintaining the blood supply to his whole body.

"This is……"

"Hey, that's a long story..."

The old man Cameron had a nostalgic look on his face. He sighed and said, "When I was 20 years old, I met an eighth-order [Illusionary Witch], she..."

William's face darkened.

Well, don't talk about it, I already know the ending when I hear that the opposite is a woman, you must be a scumbag again, right?

I remember that the exclusive combat skill of [Witch of Illusion] seems to be called [Ectopic Projection]? If she wanted to, she could indeed take the heart and leave you alive.

Hmm... If you think about it carefully, it's not hard to guess the lines at that time.

Or 'Since you took my heart, I'll take yours too. ’

Or 'I'm going to keep your heart with me forever so that **** woman can never get the whole you'

...

"Illusionary Witch?"

An exclamation came over, and the witch mistress, who was tied to a horse, said in shock: "You... are you talking about... the lord who created the Crete School? My family uses that lord's Named! Are you sure you've seen her before?"

The old man Cameron, whose memories were interrupted, glared at her, making her shrink back again, but she still stared at the old man Cameron expectantly. 's brain powder look.

William next to him raised his eyebrows. He already knew who the old Cameron was slag.

Most spellcasters have their own schools. Although witches are dark creatures, they are also spellcasters who inherit knowledge. They also have their own schools, and there are as many as five.

These five genres are named after the witch who created them. They are Crete, Viconne, Lemina, Ektik, and Soritali.

It's just that under the siege and suppression of the Church of the True God for many years, the latter two schools have almost disappeared, and only the founder of the Viconia School is left alive.

Well... it was the ninth-order witch who saw her bald head with her hat off, and killed the second-generation Pope of the Church of Knowledge in a fit of rage.

As for the Crete School, it is the most remaining school at present.

The abilities of this school are numerous and complex~www.novelmt.com~ empowering all things, getting close to nature, crossing the darkness, manipulating the soul... Almost everything can be a little bit, the overall strength is quite amazing, but only the witch is a race with a long lifespan to play around.

All in all, although that [Illusion Witch] is an eighth-order professional, she might be even more fierce than the ninth-order pope of the Church of Knowledge, and she is also a living legend.

So it is not difficult to understand that the witch mistress would exclaim. For her, it was like a primary school student who regarded Newton as an idol. She saw with her own eyes that Newton walked off the textbook and was smashed by him with an apple. the same as the brain.

William glanced at the witch mistress with pity. If she found out that "Newton" had an affair with the old man who was doing soilless cultivation in front of her, she didn't know what her expression would be.

Under the expectant gaze of the witch mistress, the old man Cameron cleared his throat and said with a solemn expression:

"She...she played with my feelings!"

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