How to become a sea witch

After that weird midsummer blizzard, the small town of Kimberley was stuck in rain for days.

The rain washed every part of the town. Standing on the edge of the roof, Bernice saw the rushing people running on the water everywhere, the twisted candle lights in the dense rain, and the water flowing on the glass. Transparent stream of water on the window.

Opposite the house is a newly opened handmade puppet shop, and there is a huge clown tumbler standing at the door.

Continuous rainwater slid down his eye sockets with heavy makeup, along his pale skin to the corner of his bright red grinning mouth, and finally fell drop by drop.

This picture looks grotesque and beautiful,? The clown crying in the heavy rain? The corner of his mouth is still smiling.

She has been standing here for a while, from the dawn of the sky to the heavy rain, the black robe on her body has long been soaked by the rain, and it is cold and heavy on her body.

Everything was grayed by the heavy rain, and too dim and depressing colors crowded in the sight, reminding Bernice of the long time she had spent in the sea witch's lair.

She can't tell which is worse, now or in the past,? But at least she is still free, even if her freedom is precarious.

After blinking off the tiny drops of water hanging on her eyelashes, Bernice was still staring at the leaden gray cloud crawling on the distant ridge. Her light green eyes were like two inorganic glass beads, reflecting the sky and the earth empty. full of haze.

Suddenly, a strange feeling as if someone was watching invaded her senses again.

Bernice sharply raised her head, looking sideways half instinctively and half blankly.

The hazy entanglement of rain and fog is everywhere in the line of sight. The dark clouds swirl like huge whales cruising above their heads, and they flick their tails and sprinkle cold rain on half of the city.

Other than that, she saw nothing.

Behind her, Emily, who was also wearing a black robe like her, was standing at the door, reminding in a leisurely tone: "Sorry for interrupting your rain bath, but we have to leave, Miss Sea Witch."

Bernice turned her head back: "Are Rick and the others all right?"

"Almost, the potion you made last time worked well," she replied.

"Let's go then."

When they returned to the house, the robe on Bernice's body had been dried again by the magic power.

She lifted the hood, went into the room and carefully checked all her equipment - a few bottles of newly made healing potions, the gold coins she earned, and an ancient book from the Human Holy See, "The Origin of Demons· Ocean Roll.

The book she had exchanged earlier from a clergyman who was badly wounded and dying.

She can heal and spare him, but in exchange, she will take away the book related to the sea demon.

In fact, judging from the injury situation of that human being at that time, he was already so weak that he almost lost consciousness, and it was impossible to think about any exchange conditions, so this transaction was completely decided by Bernice unilaterally.

However, who doesn't want to live? Since the other party didn't shake his head and refuse, Bernice took it as his consent.

The reason for taking this ancient book was simple. Bernice hoped that she could learn as much information as possible about the sea witch.

Although compared with the records of the mermaid tribe, human beings' understanding of sea witches can be said to be very rough, but it is impossible for her to take the initiative to go to the Sea God Palace to throw herself into the net because of this.It's better to find a little bit on land, it's better than nothing at all.

Due to the differences in writing between humans and the Sea Clan, Bernice is still working hard to learn this novel language, so her reading progress is very slow.

After counting, she refastened the opening of the dragon skin bag, and heard a knock on the door, followed by Emily's voice: "By the way, we are going to hunt tonight, you Want to be together?"

"If I don't go, who will guard you?" Bernice raised her finger, and the door immediately opened automatically.

She draped the dragonskin bag over her shoulder, looking ready to go.

"I'm not talking about this. Or are you still planning to maintain the eating habits of ordinary sea creatures?" Emily looked at her with her head tilted, her hands folded around her chest, and her thin white fingers tapped her arms a few times , "I really don't understand, are the hobbies of monarch-level demons so special?"

"Next time I meet a demon of the same level as me, I will remember to ask for you." Bernice replied as she walked out of the house, "So, thanks, Emily, I do intend to Keep my previous eating habits.”

Otherwise, once the hunt starts, none of the fugitives will be sober.

In addition, the Blizzard incident a few days ago attracted too many inspectors from the Holy See of Light. Ryan and Rick were found while hunting, and then attracted a whole group of demon hunters, causing Ryan and the others to suffer. Injured, she became even more resistant to hunting.

Fortunately, human beings' abilities are limited after all. Even though they have been trained to master many demon hunting skills and have the blessing and protection from the Holy See's blessings, it is still for the lowest level of demons. Bernice almost It took no effort to settle them down.

Just to be on the safe side, Bernice still suggested that everyone hide for the time being, and wait until the Holy See's investigation is over before taking action.

It's not that she's afraid of these humans, it's just that the forces behind the Holy See are the entire Heavenly Vault God Realm and the God of Light.

Although it is easy to solve these human demon hunts now, if angels are also involved, it will be very troublesome.

Moreover, there are only two supreme gods who control everything in the world and all rules and regulations.

And she has already formed a sworn feud with the Sea God. It is estimated that the mermaids are posting wanted lists all over the ocean, vowing to capture her, a demon who has committed a heinous crime and deserves no guilt, and nail her to the execution post as an example to everyone else.If she offends the God of Light at this time, there is really no place for her in the sea, land and air, so she might just go to hell.

"Okay then, we'll set off as soon as it gets dark."

"no problem."

According to the previously agreed plan, they were going to a place quite far away from the small town of Kimberly this time, called Forspen.

It is close to the border of the Kingdom of Macedonia, surrounded by various glacial fjords and dense deep green coniferous forests, and it snows for nearly seven months of the year.

Because of its remote location, it is not under the control of the Holy See, but it has the port with the best natural conditions in Macedonia.

This has also resulted in the characteristics of the town's extremely mobile population. The busiest time is the short summer every year. A large number of pearl divers and fishing fleets will gather here. There are strangers everywhere, which is very suitable for them to mix in. .

It happened to be in the evening when we arrived at Fosspen, and Chris and the others quickly threw themselves into the hunt.

The keen perception of the negative emotions of human beings in the devil's nature led them to the most chaotic and noisy eastern area in Fuspen.

There are large casinos and taverns that only open for a short summer each year, and it is also the best hunting spot for Chris and the others.

Bernice was sitting on the roof of the tavern, and she could hear countless noises coming from the room:

The sound of the cork being taken out of the wine bottle, the clang of ice cubes colliding with the wine glass, and the clatter of coins falling on the wooden table.

There are also all kinds of sounds like throwing dice, sprinting, or men and women's tunes/laughs, and rude abuse.

Holding a pack of fresh small sea fish just brought in from the fishing boat in her hand, she chewed the meat that was quite bland to her, and her five senses were filled with all kinds of mixed but fresh fish. signal of temptation.

They come from human emotions.

Whether it is anger or confusion, especially the extreme desire or hatred for something, all of them can attract demons.

Bernice tried her best to restrain her urge to join Chris and the others, bit by bit the fishbone in her mouth was crushed, the sharp thorns pierced her mouth, and the faint smell of rust spread.

She hissed and rubbed her face with her hands, just in time to see Emily turn over from the window, her black robe raised like the wings of a crow.

"Would you like a sip of grain wine?" Emily took out the jug she was carrying and shook it at Bernice. As she expected, she declined, and took a sip of her own.

She squinted her eyes, brushed away the curly hair blown to her eyes by the wind, looked at the small town shrouded in the afterglow of summer, and said with emotion and sigh: "This place is so beautiful, if I can It would be nice to live in a small town like this.”

As she said that, Emily turned her head towards Bernice and asked, "What about you? If you could settle down one day, what would you like to do? Is there anything you want to do or go to in particular?"

Bernice bit the last sea fish into her mouth, and replied vaguely: "Open a small shop selling spells, eat enough every day, the business is booming, and finally lie on the bed with my gold and silver jewels and die."

"Is this what you're after?"

"Yes."

"After all, you are also a sea witch, don't you have any other ideas?" Emily stared at her with wide eyes.

"If you have an idea..." Bernice licked her fingers that still had a faint sweet smell of sea fish, and thought about it for a while, "Then I will raise five beautiful elves to be my servants and make me happy every day."

Emily was entertained by her words, laughed and teased: "You are the most unambitious devil I have ever seen."

Bernice didn't take it seriously: "What's the use of ambition, that kind of thing that can't be eaten or seen can be heard when you say it."

What's more, they are still a group of fugitives who are hunted down by all parties. It's good enough to keep the present, but they have to think about their ambitions and future, how tiring.

"That's right." Emily murmured, raising her head and taking another sip of wine, "Are you afraid? Maybe we'll have to hide like this for the rest of our lives."

"It's not bad if this is true, at least I still have a lifetime to live." Bernice lay on her back on the roof, watching the birds returning to their nests flying by in the sky.

The twilight fades like a flower blooming all over the place, and the birds walk back to the forest, with gray shadows.

Emily understood what she meant, and after a moment of silence, she sighed softly, and stopped saying anything else.

Not long after, Ryan, who had finished hunting, came to the roof from the tavern, squatting lightly on the roof.

He still has the obvious sense of restlessness caused by the demon's hunting nature, his reddish-brown hair is messy like a ball of flames, his body is tense, and his eyes are full of sharp aggression.

"There is a magician here, who seems to be from the Holy See. Chris went to deal with him." Ryan said, scratching his hair again irritably, "It's really bad luck."

Emily froze for a moment, instinctively nervous, looked at Rick who followed him up to the roof and asked, "Are you sure there is only one?"

"Sure, the guy was sitting there by himself, didn't see anyone talking to him. But he looked young, like a grown-up kid, and Chris could handle it. He told us to find a foothold first. , he will definitely come back to join us before dark." Rick replied.

"Let's go then."

By the time the locals called the "Cursed Red House", the sun had already dipped below the horizon.

This is the most widely circulated old news in the small town of Fuspen. It is said that many years ago, the owner of this house was once a nobleman with a prominent family background. ".

It was rumored that he had married seven wives in total, but each of them died unhappily, all of them were brutally killed by him in this red manor.To this day, residents of Forspen believe that the spirits of the innocent girls murdered by Bluebeard still haunt the town.

Bernice was not interested in whether this legend was true or not, but the manor was already overgrown with weeds and dust because of the fact that it had been unoccupied all year round, making it look barren and decadent.But after a little tidying up, the conditions here are still better than any place she has lived temporarily before.

Most importantly, the large bath here is perfect for filling up with water and laying down to sleep!

Finally, I don’t have to curl up on a dry bed, shake the quilt continuously to pretend that there are waves around me, and try to hypnotize myself that I am at the bottom of the sea!

Bernice quickly cleaned the bath and filled it with water. Light green magic ripples rippled in the water, adjusting the salinity to an appropriate range.

She submerged herself in the robe without even taking off her robe, her eyes were full of rippling water, and her loose black hair swayed and spread like pitch-black seaweed in the water.

After sinking into the water, the surroundings immediately became quiet.Apart from the sound of rushing water stirred up by herself, Bernice couldn't perceive any other movement in her hearing.

But for some reason, at this moment when she was supposed to be relaxing, she was a little tense instead, as if something was watching her all the time.

This wasn't the first time she had this feeling, but no matter how hard Bernice searched, she couldn't find the source of her uneasy feeling.

For this reason, Emily also comforted her, perhaps because she left the ocean and was not used to staying on land for a long time, and the huge environmental changes made her a little nervous.

This statement sounded quite reasonable, but Bernice still felt that it was not just her illusion.

It was a focused and harmless gaze, but it made her shudder because she couldn't see the source of the gaze.

She surfaced, with only a pair of eyes exposed, and looked around the room vigilantly and carefully.

There was wind outside the window, except for the dynamic blurred tree shadows reflected on the mottled walls by the afterglow, the whole room was quiet and everything looked normal.

Bernice comforted herself, perhaps she was indeed too nervous.Moreover, even if the rumors about this red house were true, it was the ghosts of those girls who were afraid of her as a demon, so there was nothing to be uncomfortable about.

Thinking of this, she quickly stopped thinking about other things, just closed her eyes and sank into the bottom of the water in a relaxed manner.

……

Not long after Chris chased the man in the white magician's robe and left the tavern, he lost him.

Standing in the dark woods, he decided to go back and join Emily and the others without hesitation for too long.

But he didn't expect that when he turned around, he saw that the other party had already stood behind him at some point.

Judging from his body shape alone, this person should be a teenager.

The large magician's robe is embroidered with cobalt blue fine totem patterns that are completely different from those of ordinary Holy See personnel, and it does not seem to belong to any kind of creature on land.

A strand of platinum-blonde long hair fell from under the brim of his hat as he tilted his head slightly, and hung on the side of his graceful chin.

"Flame Dragon, lord-level, one hundred and seven years old." The boy said, his voice was too ethereal and gentle and cold, "The human beings who once set fire to an entire village are No. 20 and nine on the Holy See's arrest list."

"That's what they deserve!" Chris sneered, and the hot flames in his hands quickly swept towards the boy, and the air was scorched and crackling.

In the next second, a large sheet of icy hoarfrost blocked the young man, engulfing all the flames, leaving only the lingering white mist spreading in the air.

The violent impact blew off the hood the boy wore on his head, and through a layer of hazy smoke, Chris saw that the person in front of him had a pair of extremely clear blue eyes, and there was a symbolic sea-blue mark of divine power on his forehead.

"Mermaid... No, not an ordinary mermaid." He looked at the other person in astonishment, "Are you..."

Immediately afterwards, Chris quickly reacted: "You are here to seek revenge from Bernice!"

Before Tiago could answer, he immediately evacuated from the spot while urging his magic power to burn more flames to block the opponent, turned around and ran into the deeper forest.

The temperature in the air is gradually dropping, and the fog in the deep forest is getting thicker under the low temperature.

Even while moving at a high speed, Chris could clearly see that the leaves were slowly being covered by the ensuing frost, as if he was watching how a thick and dark picture was stripped of its color inch by inch by an external force. Eventually reduced to barren paleness.

Without looking back, Chris could imagine how the mermaid behind him was walking through the forest unhurriedly, approaching him step by step calmly, and besieging him here with overwhelming ice.

He took out the communication crystal in his arms, and eagerly shouted Bernice's name, trying to remind her to run away quickly, the mermaids had already caught up.

However, before he could say "Run", a hand with silver-blue divine power hung above his head.

Layers of ice continued to grow from under Chris' feet, gradually freezing him into an inescapable prison/imprisonment.He saw Thiago take the crystal in his hand, put his index finger in front of his lips and made a silent movement, and the cold light in his blue pupils flowed.

Then, with the same voice as Chris, he said to Bernice who was wondering about the crystal: "Oh, it's okay, I just want to ask you, where are you all now?"

"...Yeah, it's just a small situation, I just solved it."

"What? Ah, no, he's just a kid who came to the wrong place. He can do anything, and he's not from the Holy See. Don't worry."

"Of course. I assure you..."

As he said that, Thiago still looked at Chris with a smile, and there was even a kind of innocent and pure tenderness in his expression:

"He won't show up again."

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