She Is Not a Witch

Influenced by the concepts and experiences of his previous life, Lorraine Hill has always been very disgusted with aggressive wars, thinking that this is a very bad behavior.

But the world is complex, and people's emotions are also changeable.

The story of Qin's unification of the six kingdoms is still being sung thousands of years later. People in the old land of the six kingdoms no longer hate the first king in history, and there are endless voices of praise.

What is wrong and what is just is a topic that people have been arguing about. Out of prudence on this issue, Lorraine Hill has been acting cautiously in the empire.

At first, she pinned her hopes on the revolution within the empire, and it would become a new and glorious country like Crancia.

However, the complex environment in the empire still prevented this idea from spreading in the southern border. People's admiration for kingship has long been deeply rooted in their bones, and there are huge interest groups built on this basis. The land and the people have been held for generations.

Old structures will not collapse on their own, even if something better comes along.

People will not let go of their immediate interests and give up many powers they have for the so-called 'better'.

Lorraine Hill was slowly disappointed and lost, and at this time she received an invitation from Westena and went to the forest.

The five tests of the elves allowed her to experience and understand the various aspects of this race, the past growth under the world tree, the decisive battle with the giant royal court, the later prosperity, and the decline due to the rise of the Mercury Dynasty. lost ending.

Under the tide of the times, what is the real right thing, the real morality, and the thing responsible for the entire civilization.

Before long, the answer had slowly emerged in her mind.

‘It’s always like this, Lorraine Hill, sometimes it takes a long time before I dare to make up my mind to do what I think is right. ’ The girl complained about her hard-to-change character.

She has a sensitive personality, which is of course able to detect many wrong and wrong ideas, but also because of this, when faced with real choices, she has many scruples and it is difficult to make up her mind.

Always be careful, be careful, and think a lot before you really do it.

‘As the wind, it’s still too weak. If it was Brunard, with her cold and indifferent temperament, she probably would have acted long ago. '

As the evening approached, the girl sat alone under the window sill, her head lightly buried in her arms, her silver hair swaying slightly on her shoulders and behind her.

The girl who complained and complained about herself spent a long time at the table to sort out her emotions before she slowly sorted out and resolved these thoughts and returned to her former sobriety.

The golden afterglow sprinkled on the lake, and some birds landed among the water plants. After experiencing the heat and hustle and bustle of the day, the place gradually quieted down.

Walking out of the room, Lorraine walked along the shore of the golden lake soaked in afterglow, feeling the evening wind blowing down the reeds.

.

.

.

It was another day's task, and Jie Lanen and a few companions came to the goblin hut by the lake to deliver today's Shi Yao.

"Here we go again, big man, did you bring cake today?" Several fairies who were familiar with Jailan landed on the tree stump and looked at the people below.

"Yes." Jailan smiled, and asked the knight behind him to serve the prepared small cake.

The goblin is not big, even if they share this kind of cake, it is still enough.

After receiving today's gift, these little guys were obviously much happier.

"Dangdangdang~ You will get good luck today, this is the lucky blessing of the fairies." A few little guys shook their fingers jokingly, and a few little star-like light spots fell down.

"Thank you very much." Jailan replied happily, and then sat in the old place, quietly listening to the moving poem Yao sung by the goblin in the twilight.

The legends of the past seem to be the reappearance of today. In each of those figures, people can always feel somewhat similar to themselves, making people happy and sad, joyful and crying.

At the end of another poem Yao, the goblins gathered together, held up the cake, and returned to their hut to enjoy it, while Jay Lanen sat by the lakeside in the starry night, not moving for a long time.

The lake water slaps gently in the night, and the cool wind at night makes people sober.

He opened his eyes, looked at the goblin who had already returned, stood up, and walked to the place where he returned.

Perhaps it was a whim, or maybe it was some kind of accident, Jailan stopped while crossing a forest road.

"Come here today, I want to take a walk by the lake alone."

"Yes, Your Highness." The six knights obeyed and left naturally, while the three accompanying elves glanced at each other and finally left slowly.

"Good night, Lord Jaylan." It was already night, and it was impossible for them to go to sleep with this one. They usually left before the mansion, but today it was just a little earlier.

After the crowd dispersed, Jailan felt a sense of freedom and comfort for a long time.

In this forest, he is no longer the eldest son of the Griffon family, which has attracted much attention in the empire, but he can also be a poet walking at night.

Walking by the lake where the water plants swayed, he let his thoughts wander, and stopped thinking about the various family interests and disputes that had been weighing on his mind in the past few years.

It seems to be the most carefree time when I was a teenager. I only look forward to defeating those masters of the same age with swordsmanship tomorrow, go to the mountains to find powerful monsters to challenge, and ride horses with my friends in the wilderness under the sunset.

Unknowingly, Yao also sang the poems transcribed in the past few days.

The voice is rough and the pitch is flying wildly. Sometimes there are lyrics, and sometimes I can only hum when I forget them. It must not be as beautiful as the goblins sing, but there is no one else anyway. Jie Lanen sings very cheerfully.

As if in a dream, he is no longer the eldest son of the Griffon family, but a bard traveling around with a sword, singing dilapidated and weird ditties to people, attracting countless cheerful laughter.

Occasionally hunting monsters, earning a sum of money, he used it to buy good wine and delicious food, and then fell asleep in the hotel, and when he woke up, he continued to travel. Defeat monsters and bad guys with the sword.

No one can restrain him, and he doesn't have to be responsible to anyone, he is so chic and willful, he can cry when he wants, laugh when he wants, so carefree and incomparably free.

"o(∩_∩)ohahaha, ahhahaha~"

It's hard to imagine that the mighty and handsome Jailan in the past would show such a childlike and innocent appearance. He broke off a twig, waved it randomly among the grass blades, walked as if drunk, and sometimes posed Some kind of special movement, like a knight among the ancient knights, brought surprise and screams to countless girls.

"I am you, this is what you really look like." Some time ago, a line from the poem Yao sang, it was so in line with his state of mind.

However, perhaps because he was too intoxicated and happy, the eldest son of the griffin stepped on the mud by the lake and fell into the lake, causing a large splash of water.

The cold lake water submerged his body in an instant, and the stimulating feeling made him wake up immediately.

After realizing the shame and indulgence of the behavior just now, Jailan felt a burst of regret.

'Hope no one sees it. '

He propped himself up in the mud at the bottom of the lake with his hands, and then stood up slowly, with the wet lake water flowing down from his forehead~www.readwn.com~ His vision was wet and blurred for a while, as if there was a bright moon in the distance above his head.

Didn't the moon disappear? It's just a sight to see. This thought floated in his mind, and Jay Lanen wiped the water stains in front of his eyebrows, and his vision became clear instantly.

"this…"

The eldest son of the griffin looked at the figure sitting on the branch, and his voice suddenly became extremely dry and regretful, regretting today's indulgence, regretting the behavior of wanting to kill himself a few minutes ago.

On a starry night, among the trees by the lake, the white dress swayed slightly in the evening wind, like the bright moon in the sky.

Lorraine Hill looked at the familiar but unexpected eldest son of Griffin, suppressed the smile in his heart, and spoke softly.

"Long time no see, senior Jaylanen."

That soft black hair, clear and gentle red pupils, is exactly what Amenas's student looked like in the past.

7017k