Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

"They did make great decisions. But Fiona won't, will she? Madison spread his hands.

"That's right." Cordelia nodded heavily, "So, the leader of the past, the current Supreme Witch has become the biggest threat to the Witch Order today.

"To protect your safety, and to protect Misty and Nan." The ensuing resurrection ritual must not be known to Fiona. She has to get out of here. For this reason, we must inform the council immediately, and then..." After

discovering Fiona's sinister intentions through the Heavenly Eye, Cordelia, who was completely opposite to her mother's character, had already made a decision, and this moment was even more with Robb, Zoe, Madison and Pan in the same camp.

Listening to Cordelia's plan, Robb pondered in his heart.

......

Inside the bedroom on the second floor.

Fiona, who was lying on the bed as soon as she entered the room, did not move for a long time.

She was really tired.

Not only because of his age, but also because of the influence of the mana in his body being continuously withdrawn.

Especially tonight, she clearly felt that the power was being sucked away faster and faster.

A certain witch who makes her jealous and envious, full of youth and vitality, is greedily devouring everything that originally belongs to her in one mouthful.

If this were not the case, how could he delay in taking down the Voodoo Queen, who was getting weaker every year, and was chased and fled by witch hunters.

If you are still in your prime, if your body is still healthy and energetic...

Fiona grabbed her head, looked at a handful of dry hair that fell between her fingers, and couldn't help but clench her fists.

Bang.

A movement sounded in the room.

Fiona ignored it.

Immediately after, another louder voice sounded.

Fiona finally looked up.

I saw that a chair that had been well placed fell to the ground.

Under Fiona's gaze, a corner of the table suddenly broke.

It was as if someone had slashed at it.

Fiona sniffed her nose and laughed at herself: "How? Now even evil spirits dare to provoke me? "

No one responded.

I saw the door of the room creak open.

"Okay. Then I'll go see who has such boldness.

Fiona sneered a few times, stood up, and staggered out the door.

Guided by an unknown presence, she goes to Cordelia's room, the same room where she used to live when she was in school, and pushes the door in.

Look at the empty environment inside except for the furniture.

She thought about it, covered her eyes with her palms, and chanted the mysterious incantation.

When her palm withdrew and her eyes opened again, she saw a middle-aged man in a suit greeting her with a smile in front of her.

"An evil spirit caught between reality and hell that cannot break free?" Fiona looked at the person in front of her suspiciously, "Why didn't I find you before?"

The middle-aged man explained in a hoarse voice: "Because the mana is as powerful as you are about to die, you can naturally explore more information about the dead."

"Thank you for reminding me I'm dying." Fiona smiled and said, "Do you need me to help you get rid of it first?"

"Not yet." The middle-aged man looked at Fiona with an affectionate expression and said, "Compared to leaving this place that has bound me for so many years, I would rather spend more time with you in the next time." "

Oh?"

Fiona's face was surprised and surprised.

After her appearance aged, no man expressed his affection to her for a long time.

Fiona was interested: "Who are you?" Why is it here? The

middle-aged man said, "Everyone outside calls me an axe killer, you can call me Danny." As for appearing here, that's the credit of your ancestor witches.

"Is that the famous axe killer in New Orleans?" The one who likes jazz?

"Yes. But I prefer someone to jazz now. That's you, Fiona! The

axe killer told Fiona all about him with affectionation.

To put it bluntly, it is a ghost who can never leave this room and watches Fiona who lived here very young, little by little, grow up.

After witnessing it for so many years, he was deeply infatuated with the other party, even if Fiona grew old.

Fiona didn't expect that there were still people who adored her so fervently now.

"Good."

Looking at the axe killer in front of her, her heart couldn't help but become hot.

......

The next morning.

When a refreshed Fiona came down the stairs, Cordelia, Robb, Zoe and Madison were sitting together.

"You got up early." After greeting several people in a good mood, Fiona ordered to the kitchen, "Delphi, prepare twice as much for breakfast, I have a good appetite today."

Delphi did not respond.

Fiona frowned slightly and shouted again: "Delphi?

"No need to shout, Delphi is not here." Cordelia got up with her blind cane at this time and said, "Today is a crucial moment for the Witch Order. Neither she nor Spalding would fit here. "

A crucial moment? What do you mean? Fiona wondered.

Just as her words fell, a wave of mana power ripples sounded.

Suddenly, three uninvited guests appeared behind her.

Fiona looked back, her gaze sharply fixed, "It's really... Rare! "

Long time no see, Fiona."

At the head, Myrtle Pi, who was also very familiar with Robb and Zoe, greeted Fiona with a smile.

Fiona's eyes flashed coldly, quickly adjusted her mood, and replied mockingly:

"Myrtle Snow, look at you, it's getting more and more fashionable." It's a pity that no one pays attention to you.

Ignoring Myrtle 's somewhat ugly face, Fiona looked at the little man in a suit and top hat on Myrtle to his left, and said with a smile,

"Kunting, you nasty old guy."

"Fiona, you crazy woman."

Having said that, the two still enthusiastically gave him a veneer salute.

Finally, Fiona looked at the meticulously dressed old-fashioned woman on Myrtle to the right, and her face paled a lot:

"Pembroke."

After that, she snorted even more coldly, then ignored the other party, sat down on the sofa on the side, Erlang's legs were cocked, and asked:

"You old guys of the council, what advice did you suddenly come here for?"

Pembroke explained with a straight face: "The Witchcraft Council only gathers when the situation is serious.

Myrtle answered, "We have received a report from the witch, and the report is to you, Fiona.

"All the councils came this time with great fanfare, just against me?"

Fiona smiled and said casually, "Which witch reported it?" "

Me!"

Cordelia stood up and admitted with a firm expression.