I'm really a witch

Since her return from town, Circe had secretly considered running out of Longbourn.It's a small place after all, and there are so few good things.

She wants to go to London.

Langborn was too small.

However, London is far away, which means that the trip is time-consuming and expensive.If she wants to go frequently, she can't follow the path of a normal person. After all, Sir Lucas is not a very rich person.

"Charlotte! Did you see that book I keep on the bedside table?" Circe poked her head over the stair rail.

"Didn't you use it to pad the foot of the bed?" Charlotte's voice came from afar.

Yeah?I really did this?Staring at the torn book she had just pulled out, Circe covered her face in shock and guilt.

It was certainly no ordinary book, in fact it was not quite the book, it had once been Circe's notebook.It's just thicker.

Then it was reborn.The reason was that Circe was bored at home with nothing to do, so she engraved magic runes on her things for fun under the guise of honing her hands to avoid unfamiliarity.This thick notebook was engraved with flying runes.

Then Circe forgot about it, and even threw it on the foot of the bed once.

It's okay, it's another hero if you shoot it.

After making up a few necessary runes, Circe greeted Cassandra, took her newly-baked upgraded notebook, and strolled out.

"Charlotte! I'm going out for a walk!" When the last voice came, the person had already run away.

Produced by witches, it must be a boutique.

Finding a hidden corner where no one was around, Circe put a concealment spell on herself and Cassandra just in case, and then spread out the notes.

With the clattering of the pages, the notes floated in mid-air and gradually expanded until it was big enough for Circe to take Cassandra to sit comfortably on and stretch her arms and legs.

Once again, I have to feel that this era is good.

There is nothing in the sky except birds and clouds, so it is not like Hyundai to worry about not colliding with planes.

Once the course is set in the air, the distance seems to shrink all of a sudden.It was almost Circe who barely rose to the sky, and was about to land in a short while.

Thanks to the alleys of the City of London.

Shrinking the book and stuffing it into the satchel, Circe led Cassandra out of the alley with a calm face.

The streets of London are obviously several grades higher than that of Langborn, not to mention the ladies and gentlemen walking on the streets.

This feeling is probably called entering the city.

As a result, he ran into a gangster within two seconds of entering the city.

After retreating back to the alley where she just landed, Circe still had a leisurely time to think about things.Don't fall into this alley next time.

Circe's obvious distraction instantly ignited the anger of the gangsters. This must be a provocation, right? Being provoked by a country girl in rustic clothes?Can't bear it.

It happened that someone from across the street saw the whole process of Circe being "forced" into the alley, and rushed over with two or three steps away.

Before he could utter a warning, a girl's crisp voice came from the alley: "Sandy, don't bite with your mouth, it's too dirty!" With a scream, Mr. Kind Man pursed his mouth quietly.

After standing for another two seconds, confirming that this girl can solve the trouble without his help, the man turned slightly sideways and planned to leave silently.

It's a pity that he managed to attract the attention of one person and one dog during those two extra seconds.

"Sir, are you here to help?" Circe didn't have the so-called shyness of a girl at all, and trotted two steps to stand face to face with the other party.

When Circe walked closer, he realized that this gentleman was quite astonishingly tall, probably over 1.8 meters tall.

The train was running in her mind, but Circe looked up and smiled, the light from the alley was imprinted in her eyes, reflecting a beautiful golden green: "Thank you very much, you are such a kind and kind person " She paused, turned her hands behind her back and lowered her voice slightly, "I sincerely wish you well."

In legends, witches are always described as evil mother-in-laws who curse people. In fact, witches are not far behind in blessings.It's just that blessings often don't take effect as quickly as curses. It's like a buff, usually invisible, but it will inadvertently guide people to make the best choice.

The kind-hearted man seemed to be dazzled by Circe's eyes, and he pressed the brim of his hat in embarrassment. He bowed like a gentleman: "You're welcome, I can't help you much. So, goodbye."

Circe tilted her head to watch the man leave, greeted Cassandra, left the stunned punks, and stepped out of the alley again.

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On the way back, Circe was in a very good mood. At this time, she had completely forgotten about the good-hearted gentleman, and her mind was full of today's spoils.

There are so many good things in London. She not only harvested the seeds, but also found a lot of useful materials.

"Where did you go so happy?" Charlotte saw that the girl seemed to be floating when she walked.

"I found something good." Circe blinked mysteriously, and sneaked into the basement with her small satchel in her arms.

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It was so late yesterday that Circe waited until this morning to go out.Several plants were missing for the experiment, so she had to find them all.

"Charlotte! I'm going out, and I'll be back soon!"

"Hey! Wait! Don't go to Netherfield!" Anyway, after all these years of being sisters, Charlotte also knows that many of the girls' seeds have been found in Netherfield in the past two years.Although she didn't know how Circe got in.

Ah... I don't know if I heard it, but Charlotte sighed helplessly.

Circe, of course, hadn't heard, and in fact she was heading straight for Netherfield.

The few plants she cultivated haven't matured yet, so she has to go to Netherfield to touch two of them and use them first.

Netherfield had been idle for a few years since Mr. Morris's family moved to London when Searcy was sixteen.

Circe has always been close to plants, and when she intentionally radiated magic power to guide her, Netherfield's flowers became more and more beautiful year after year when the owner neglected to take care of them.

Although the magic power contained in it is far inferior to the batch that Circe planted by himself, it can still be used for experiments.

He got in from the side door familiarly, and had just squatted down to the edge of the flower garden when he heard faint footsteps.

Cassandra bit the master's corner and hid behind the tree.The spell to cover up the figure didn't work, but it couldn't stand the narrow path between the flower beds!Even if the person is invisible, but it is not impossible to touch, if the other party bumps into it while walking...

The picture is too beautiful.

After one person and one dog were hidden, the owner of the footsteps also turned out from the corner.

Circe was dumbfounded when he saw someone coming.

On the possibility of forgetting about the good-hearted Mr. I just met the day before, wait online, hurry up!