As a Sword Saint, I Want to Be a Demon King

The silver-haired girl asked the grieving spirit:

"But don't try to play tricks, otherwise..."

"—"

The wraith opened its mouth like a black hole and let out a horrifying sound.

The sound seemed like someone was wailing, and occasionally it would turn into a low cry.

"Xianya, can you understand?"

The silver-haired girl frowned and asked Little Lolita:

"What the hell is she screaming?"

"Can't understand."

Xianya shook her head.

"Forget it, let's kill her."

The silver-haired girl thought about it and decided to eliminate the hidden danger:

"It's no good staying in the room..."

The voice just fell.

The wraith seemed to sense her killing intent, and rushed back into the book with a "whoosh"!

what happened?

The silver-haired girl opened her mouth wide.

He ran over in a hurry and found a pattern of a female ghost faintly appearing on a piece of paper.

The opponent looks exactly the same as that Wraith Spirit, but it has turned into a two-dimensional painting, and it overlaps with several balls of light!

——That is to say, as long as the pattern is still inside the page, unless those light spheres are also destroyed, it is impossible to destroy the other party.

"You bastard! You're playing this game with me!"

The silver-haired girl was furious.

I wanted to ruthlessly tear that page down, but when I thought about losing several memory worlds, I became a little hesitant:

The value of something like the memory world cannot be measured simply by quantity;

In some worlds, there may be very important information, so losing any of them is a great loss.

"Okay, come out, I promise not to hurt you."

Later, she had to compromise, took a few steps back, and said to the book:

"I will do what I say, and I will never break my promise."

After about a minute, the wraith's hand stretched out again.

She seemed unable to get her head out first, and had to grab the edge of the page with her hands to drag her body out to the outside world bit by bit.

"..."

After coming out, she and the silver-haired girl looked at each other silently.

"By the way, since you don't speak our language, write it by hand."

The silver-haired girl thought of an idea and asked Xianya to bring a pen and paper.

Wraith understood what she meant, and floated over to grab the pen on the table with his hand.

Unexpectedly, her hand passed directly through the pen, and she couldn't get it at all.

"Write in the air!"

The silver-haired girl had no choice but to change a plan.

As a result, although he could see what the other party wrote this time, he didn't recognize that kind of writing at all.

"This is troublesome."

The silver-haired girl has a headache:

"You can't say it, you can't write it... Where did this guy come from?"

"Even if I understand some ancient characters, what she wrote is bird language."

Thinking of Niaoyu, she suddenly realized one thing:

——Is the other party really the wronged soul of human beings?

Could it be formed after the death of other organisms?

If this guess is true, the characters of each race are different, so of course I can't understand it.

"Because it's something in the Void Library, I can't ask Bazel..."

She touched her head:

"Forget it, let's use the most stupid way."

"Copy those words one by one, and then go to the largest library in Farnes to look up their meanings!"

As soon as this decision was made, Xianya issued a warning:

"Master, there is a powerful aura approaching outside!"

"—you hide first."

The silver-haired girl let the wraith hide in the closet, and then stuffed the Eye of Auras under the pillow.

"Knock knock."

There was a knock on the window.

"Shh."

The silver-haired girl motioned Xianya and the wraith to silence, raised her sword and opened the window.

— outside is an owl.

This owl has a brown body and sharp eyes, but it is petite, only a little bigger than a human palm.

"Is it you who want to see me?"

The owl spoke suddenly, with a vicissitudes of life in his voice.

Chapter 310 Fifth Witch Elder

"—Are you from the Witch's Swamp?"

The silver-haired girl immediately understood the other party's identity.

"Ah."

Owl nodded.

Then flew into the house from the window, and slowly changed into the form of a human female.

This witch doesn't look young, but she doesn't look old either.

Probably about the same as Ari Emerald, belonging to the appearance between thirty and forty years old.

However, the other party has a hooked nose on his face, which is very disruptive, just like the evil old witch in fairy tales.

"Miss Envoy, you can call me Hannah."

The other said:

"You said in your letter that something terrible is going to happen...and it's related to our Witch Swamp. What exactly is it?"

Her temper is quite direct, and she gets into the subject without any politeness.

"It's about you and—"

Just as the silver-haired girl was about to reply, the face of the witch named Hannah suddenly changed!

"Wait a moment."

She raised her hand to stop the silver-haired girl from speaking.

Then he raised his magic wand, pointed it at the wardrobe in the corner, and walked slowly over.

——Obviously, the other party has discovered the wraith in the closet, and has become vigilant.

"Cough! Please don't get me wrong, that is a spirit body I just picked up."

The silver-haired girl hurried over and explained:

"Maybe I hid too much resentment during my lifetime, so my breath is a bit muddy... But I will purify it soon."

"Are you a magician of the dark department?"

Hannah turned her head and looked her up and down:

"Does not look like."

"It's just a subject."

The silver-haired girl lied:

"You should have heard about my situation. Now that I am the tutor of Sanctuary Academy, I need to do various exercises for the students..."

After hearing her words, the witch was noncommittal.

But in the end, he put away his staff and turned back to the window.

"Sanctuary Academy... Hehehe..."

Then there was an inexplicable laugh:

"It seems that you Poltin are planning to form an alliance with Farnes?"

"It's not an alliance, it's just a common enemy."

The silver-haired girl couldn't figure out what the other party was thinking, and asked tentatively: