I'm really a witch

Ever since the three of them opened the door and came in, on the window sill, the iris that was twisting joyfully against the sun had been stiff, and stood still in a slightly weird and twisted posture, and remained stiff until Circe was about to leave.He raised his eyes and glanced at it lightly, but Circe didn't say anything.

In the final analysis, after all, she was raised by the little girl herself, so it would be too impolite to rashly say that she wants to take it away.Besides, the little one was good for Georgiana.

If we understand it according to the simple and rough classification in the magic novels made up by ordinary people, iris is a plant classified into the category of light.This point can be seen in the legends of many countries or in things called flower language.The ancient oriental countries said that it symbolizes the great future, and the future is boundless; the Europeans think it symbolizes the freedom of light; and in ancient Egypt, the iris is called a symbol of strength and eloquence.

In the world of wizards, the inherent characteristics of iris can be manifested in its influence on people's luck.It's just a little plant, and it can't be expected to make everything right for a person.Desiring a substantial improvement is the category of potions.Iris is an indispensable material in most of these potions.

On some level, this may be a good thing.Especially in this age when witches are too harsh.Circe curled his lips in an inconspicuous manner.

Subtle changes are unobtrusive, just right.The plant business that Williams took a line with may take this into consideration.It seems that we are going to start cultivating this kind of plants, maybe we need a discussion?

Although it is a small change, it will become considerable after a long period of time. No matter how you look at it, it is a good thing.Judging from Georgiana's love for the little guy, the benefits will not be small.

It shouldn't be a problem to come over at night and install an illusion circle.With the action of bending over to cover Georgiana with the quilt, Circe's lowered other hand quickly threw an illusion.If a little girl finds out that her iris is dancing, she will be terrified.

After exhorting the little guy one last time, Circe followed Darcy out the door.

It was still the same carriage as when they came, and it was still so gorgeous that both of them were not used to it.Even after so many years, Circe still couldn't really get used to the carriage of this era.The same goes for the softest cushions on top.If you want to maintain a sitting posture on a bumpy carriage, you probably need to mobilize all the muscles in your body.Circe's thoughts wandered, trying to divert her attention to unimportant things, so that she could mentally deceive herself to relieve some of the shock.

Darcy is one of the people who can still maintain a standard sitting posture in the carriage.So can Williams.It's like a habit, and they don't seem to find it intolerable.Circe found it difficult just to keep her upper body straight, so she sometimes had to cheat with fixed spells, especially on long journeys.

The sitting posture of the person opposite is enough to be used as a picture in a textbook.It was always difficult for Circe to control his thoughts when he was in the carriage.Not only the sitting posture, but also few standard templates seen in other etiquettes.And naturally, Circe made the comparison in her mind.Like that Miss Bingley, she was much stiffer, even a little nervous, and she wanted to control the curvature of her face to the millimeter, as if she was afraid of being singled out and ridiculed if she made a mistake.

Circe stared blankly at himself, but forgot to look away, staring at Darcy uncomfortably.Her eyes seemed to have a terrible heat that could make people burn. Even though she was still sitting motionless on the surface, Darcy knew that she had almost used all her attention.Try not to be so obvious as tight.Sweat can be seen faintly on his forehead.

He was like a machine that hadn't been oiled for a long time. At an extremely slow speed, he gradually lowered his head until it rested on the top of Circe's hair restrainedly. Beautiful eyes, but he seems to have run out of energy.When he lowered his eyes slightly, he was surprised to find that Darcy had long and thick eyelashes, which were trembling at this moment, like a butterfly fluttering its wings.This is the only place in his whole body that reveals a trace of inner waves, so that people will not mistake him for a frozen and silent statue.

She still didn't look away.Darcy felt in a daze that the compartment was still too small, and the air was so sticky that it was difficult to breathe.He almost wanted to loosen his tie, so his fingertips trembled convulsively.

The strange thing is that even if he put himself in such an uncomfortable situation, he didn't have the idea of ​​breaking it out loud.The feeling of being watched gave him a secret joy, as if he had captured the evidence that the other party had the same thoughts about him.He even complained that the journey was too short.

Drawn back by the movement of the car, Circe looked up and met the man's forbearance.She was slightly stunned, as if she hadn't fully recovered, and forgot to move away for a while.

Really pure blue.Circe sighed secretly.People with clear eyes often have pure souls, and Kryticas appreciate and love all beautiful souls.

Darcy restrained all the way, but at this time it seemed that his success was about to fall short.The beating of the heart almost made him feel dizzy, and those strange eyes firmly attracted all his mind.

This is probably the unique lure/seduction method of the Kletikas.No one can resist these eyes.

The intense emotion made his soul more dazzling, Circe's eyes were almost obsessed, she couldn't help leaning forward, trying to get closer, and saw the thickest stroke condensed in the center.

Even Darcy felt that he could feel the girl's gentle breath, which carried the aroma of some kind of plant.He unconsciously held his breath, and reacted suddenly when the girl was about to press against his chest, and avoided in a panic.

"Miss Circe!"

"Circe?"

Two voices sounded inside and outside the carriage at the same time, and Circe suddenly woke up, blinked and sat up straight.

"Ah..." Her expression looked a bit confused, and there was still a fascination in her expression, which made Darcy's Adam's apple roll, and her lips turned white from being pursed.

"Sorry, I was rude." Circe finally blinked away the remaining emotion in his eyes, and a shy blush appeared on his face.

Darcy gritted his teeth and turned his head away: "Please don't worry about it."

Sensing that the atmosphere between the two people in the carriage was not right, Williams opened the door and extended his hand to Circe: "Get out of the car." He nodded at Darcy again, "Please send Circe back."

"It's easy to do." Darcy was a little absent-minded.

Williams stared at him vigilantly, closed the door, and watched the carriage leave.

When he entered the hall, he couldn't help it: "You..." He opened his mouth, but he didn't know how to ask.

"Well," Circe narrowed her eyes, unconsciously touched her eyes, "I saw a very beautiful scene." The corners of her lips curled up in recollection.

"... the view?" Williams didn't ask any further.

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During the meal, Circe volunteered to raise a particular species of bonsai.

"It's a good idea." Williams nodded his chin, "but noble ladies and wives probably pay more attention to appearance."

"Ornamental plants are always more popular." He smiled.

"It is true that some magic plants look better, but the more beautiful they look, the more dangerous they are." Sercy flipped through the plant illustrations in his mind, "Most of the magic plants that are based on the mutation of ordinary plants have turned hideous."

"In fact, when you think about it deeply, I don't recommend that you sell this kind of plant, there is a certain degree of danger." Williams added.

Circe frowned, troubled again.

Seeing this, Williams changed the subject: "Are you interested in the Thames River? Recently, taking a steamboat tour on the Thames River has become a new trend."

Mentioning the Thames River, Sercy thought of the black water wrapped in factory exhaust, and trembled all over.She didn't have the nature to go to breathe the filthiest air in all of London.

"I don't want to go, there's nothing to see in the black water."

etc?Circe's eyes lit up, air purification might be a good breakthrough.The air pollution brought about by the industrial revolution was nothing short of a disaster.

"How about cultivating some that are capable of purifying the air?" Sercy gave a few examples. "The mutants of White Palm and Clivia should be good."

"I'm afraid I can't live for too long in such an environment. A conservative estimate is three months. Either I will go to relieve it, or I will have to replace a new batch." Searcy has no hope for the air in London.

"That's quite appropriate." Williams raised his eyebrows. "A cycle of three months is just a good reason to contact again."

After being affirmed, Circe let go of the topic.

"I'm going out at night." After taking two quiet bites, Circe seemed to suddenly think of it, and raised her head again.

"I'll accompany you." Williams picked up the napkin and rubbed the corner of his mouth.

"That's not necessary." Circe shook her head. "It's not a big deal. I'll be back soon."

Williams, who was delighted by the word "come back", no longer insisted: "Then be careful." He more or less guessed that Circe was going to use magic, a witch's nocturnal activity.Inadvertently thinking of those scripts that scare children, he showed a relaxed smile.

"What did you think of?" Circe glanced at him curiously.Why is this man smiling so weirdly all of a sudden.

"I thought of the hook-nosed old witch." Williams squeezed his eyes teasingly, "A pointed black hat, a black cloak, and a black cat when she goes out at night."

Circe twitched the corner of her mouth: "If you want to see it, I don't mind." With a touch of her collar, she changed into a standard witch costume.

Swallowing the last sip of soup, Circe still had no intention of letting go of the poor little wizard who said something wrong.She hooked the corners of her mouth, moved her lips, and whispered a series of spells.

"Oh, don't be like this, Circe, I sincerely apologize, please forgive me." Williams knew what she wanted to do from the beginning, and raised her hand to cover her face in pain.

"It's late." The hoarse and aging voice seemed to be rubbed against rough sandpaper, deliberately pinched with weird emphasis, with a long and ugly aquiline nose with a disgusting mole on the tip of the nose.His eyes were almost invisible due to the wrinkle, but he could feel the light flickering under the wizard's hat.

Circe raised her hand, skinny and old, with long, pointed nails and a strange black-gray nail.She laughed, showing her scorched teeth: "How are you doing, are you satisfied?"