I rely on black magic to build infrastructure [Comprehensive fairy tale]

Unsealing

In the crowded market, Ginny didn't think she would be able to attract the attention of her godmother.

Although Fran told her with certainty that if her godmother really cared about her, no matter how many people there were, she would be able to find her.

When those wrinkled but hearty eyes looked at her from a distance, how much Ginny wanted to wave her hands and tell her godmother that she was here, but she couldn't.

She could only look at her godmother quietly,

Until Fran began to question the voice of the saint, she began to approach the central high platform.

After bowing his head through the crowd, he grabbed the corner of her clothes with one hand.

"Ginny, you shouldn't be here, didn't I tell you to leave?" followed by a sigh from the godmother.

"Godmother, it's really you, I don't understand..." Ginny's words stopped here, she knew that Fran would not be able to delay for too long, she had to get to the point, "Can you tell me, where did the golden comb go?"

The godmother's old face froze for a moment, she shook her head: "Forget about the golden comb, you must leave this country now."

"I can't! I can't hand over my mother's country to my younger sister who has come to power by such means!" Ginny emphasized again, "I beg you, godmother, can you tell me where the golden comb is?"

Every time she asked her godmother like this, she would let go.

Of course Ginny knew that the golden comb's magic couldn't do anything at this time, but she could only trust Fran.

"You..." The fairy witch looked at the human being raised by herself, and sighed again, "Okay, I'll tell you."

The standoff in the center of the bazaar continued.

"You said that the mane combs sold in the country are made from your hair, but as far as I know, neither the blonde hair of the previous queen nor the rinsed color of the mane combs match your hair color." Fran said slowly, "On the contrary, it is the current queen. Anyone who has seen her knows that she has long golden hair. Why is she not the orthodox successor, but you are?"

"Then..." Saint Irna has never been questioned like this since she was a child. She suppressed the panic in her heart and said, "That's because she imprisoned me in the tower and prepared a magic potion for me to drink. , My hair has become the current color because of this, even so, its own magic still exists. The false queen must have drunk the magic potion to change her hair color."

Fran has a thousand words to refute the saint.

"Also..." Her eyes darkened.

The magic is gone.

Someone undoes the magic that transmits the sound on stage.

"The might of the God of Light cannot be questioned." A loud and clear voice came from the air.

A fairy witch in a white cloak, holding a magic wand, flies over the crowd and steps on the central platform.

She glanced at the audience indifferently, and her voice echoed in everyone's ears: "If the current false queen must send someone to disturb the water, why not let her take out the rumored magic comb and show the magic power from her long hair in public? .”

"She can't do it, because there is no magic comb, the magic is the hair of the saint"

Fran looked at the Fairy Witch. She had a completely different temperament from when she met just now.

Obviously the same face.

"The fact now is that God's punishment is imminent. If you are willing to lose all your hair, then continue to follow the false queen you believe in." The fairy witch paused, "If you follow the queen I recognized, wait for the new queen When the Queen is on the throne, everything will be business as usual, you don't have to worry about anything."

"Will the old mane comb come back?"

The Fairy Witch's pretty brows frowned, and she lowered her head, realizing that she was still the aggressive foreign girl just now.

Did she see her somewhere?

"Of course, the material for the mane comb comes from the saint, and it will come back when the spell is lifted," she affirmed.

At that time, with just a little magic, she can also make a comb that makes the hair beautiful.

"Okay, now go ask your queen, can she take out that magic comb?"

The faerie witch spoke threatening words with a sweet smile.

The "princess" she fancy will definitely become a queen.

***

Inside Anna Sui's castle, the atmosphere was not very good.

"I didn't expect that the witch of the evil god would come here hard! Or I'll send someone to fight there now!" Anna Sui waved her fist angrily. Halfway through the swing, she felt that this kind of beating and killing was not considered the progress of a believer. Sit upright, "Did you ask where the magic props are?"

Ginny habitually wanted to curl a tuft of hair, but when she raised her hand, she realized that she had already cut it all off.

"The godmother said that the magic comb is hidden in the room of another fairy witch in the temple. That witch is named Milan, a high-level fairy, and it is impossible for humans to be enemies with her."

It was difficult for her to go back to the palace now, and the people gathered around the door again, hoping that the Empress would let them witness her magic comb and long hair.

"I can find a sorcerer, and make a golden comb overnight. When combing my hair, let the sorcerer grow my hair."

Fran rejected the proposal: "The problem now is that neither side has conclusive evidence to prove their identity as the real empress. Your people obviously don't care much about who will become the empress, as long as they have hair and a lot of gold coins in their pockets, Just get on with your life."

Ginny was discouraged: "My queen is not good enough."

Fran looked at the black figure standing in the corner of the room, probably only she knew that this god was listening to the corner of the wall.

"It's not all bad news today."

Anna Sui and Ginny looked up at Fran together.

"...After all, my magic potion is selling well, and the supply is in short supply."

"..."

Fran's magic potion is indeed selling well.

Although it didn't work immediately, but with natural advertising, many people, especially the nobles, were snapping up it.

They may try a small drop first out of fear of hair loss, but they will soon find out that this is a real beauty potion.

"By the way." Fran slowly raised the corners of her lips, "A believer from the **** temple also bought a bottle of potion, and he emphasized that it was for someone. Guess, this person is who?"

"Eh?"

"Guess again, can our little princess who grew up in Wenrou Township resist the temptation to become beautiful?"

"Pfft—" Ginny finally laughed.

The atmosphere eased, and Fran remembered a question:

"Actually, I still have a question. The magic comb was given to you by your godmother. Why does it only recognize your hair?"

She originally thought it was caused by the magic of the fairy witch, but the dark god told her that the magic of the fairy witch could not affect the props of the light god.

"Didn't I tell you?" Ginny seemed to think of something. "It's a comb that can talk, but it's always sleeping. It seems to have its own thoughts and recognize my hair."

A talking comb?

Fran: "You didn't..."

Speaking of talking combs, Fran has to find that annoying magic mirror.

"Can you avoid the Faerie Witch's discovery from revealing the contents of the room?"

The Magic Mirror, who had been bored for several days, almost knocked himself out to prove his worth.

"Yes, yes, fairy witches can't find me."

Just as Fran raised her eyes, the magic mirror added: "But because it is an item of the same level as mine, it needs to be very close to see it clearly."

"Well, well, you are really useless." Fran briefly commented.

"Your Highness Fulan, you are beautiful..."

Fran interrupted the magic mirror: "Don't rush to be beautiful, first tell me what good things you and the God of Darkness have said about me?"

The face on the entire mirror of the magic mirror froze

In the next second, the face disappeared into the smooth mirror.

"Anna Sui told me today that she just needs a mirror." Fran said quietly.

"Give it to the soldiers to practice next time." She took the next sentence unhurriedly.

That face quickly floated up again with a "wow".

Next, Fran stopped repeating, and the magic mirror began to repeat verbatim:

"The demon god threatened me and asked me if I knew there was anything I couldn't do. Is there anything I can't do with my almighty magic mirror?! So I said, let him not have strange ideas about me , you are a well-known black witch in the Black Forest country. You have a strong desire for revenge and almost killed the princess of the country. If he does something to me, you will not stop!"

"..." Fran was silent for a moment, "You are really stupid."

Mirror: QAQ

"So, what is it that you will never be able to do?" Fran asked.

"Of course it is..."

"Fran! Guess what news my people brought!" Anna Sui knocked on the door of the room, "There seems to be something wrong with the saint over at the shrine."

This was the second day of selling the potion. After many people started bragging about the effect of the magic potion on the face, the little princess really couldn't help it.

Now it is night again, the time when the Dark God can move freely.

"Anna Sui, have you seen the Dark God?" Fran asked.

"No, isn't your lord always with you?"

... Sure enough, at night, this god always has his own thoughts.

"It seems that we are the only ones left." Fran said this to the magic mirror.

After all, neither Anna Sui nor Ginny knows magic.

"Tell me first, what is the thing you can't do?"

After the magic mirror finished speaking, Fran was silent for a long time.

"...you can do this when I need it."

With the character of the original black witch, the magic mirror is indeed, she will never do this in her life.

***

Outside the shrine, the magic mirror can already show most of the scenes in the house.

Saint Irna was lying on the bed with a flushed face, and she used the magic potion that Flante specially prepared for her.

It is mixed with the black witch's formula and her magic, just a little bit, can make people sleep for 24 hours.

Back then, the same formula actually appeared in the original fairy tale, and just one sip could put Xue Bai into a permanent deep sleep.

Although her magic is still in the introductory stage, the black witch's formula is not easy to crack.

And the two fairy witches were surrounding the saint at this time.

"Who sent this thing?" Milan, the white-robed fairy witch in the daytime, asked the believers.

"It's me..." Someone took the initiative to stand up, "This is the beauty potion I bought with great difficulty. Others are fine after using it. I didn't expect the saintess to..."

The screen turns.

In a room lit with candles, a small gold-plated statue of a god is placed on the table in the center.

The statue has a pair of bird wings, and its eyes are looking forward with compassion.

And on the table in front of the statue, there is a golden magic comb.

Is it the second floor?Fran looked up to a closed window.

She stuffed the magic mirror into the bag she carried, and said: "You keep an eye on the movement over there, and if the fairy witch shows any signs of coming back, tell me that something happened to me, and you have to follow me to pack and buy a set." Send one."

Mirror: QAQ

With the experience of climbing the tower last time, the small building on the second floor was easy for Fran.

It took less than 3 minutes to push open the window buckle with magic and turn into the room to hold the magic comb in your hand.

Just when she was about to turn out the window, a pair of eyes with long eyelashes slowly opened on the back of the comb engraved with golden patterns.

After it yawned deeply, the pair of eyes froze on Fran for a few seconds and blinked slowly.

not good.

A sharp girl's voice sounded: "Ah! Who are you? Why are you trying to murder me every single one of you!"

"His Royal Highness Fran, that witch seems to have heard it." The magic mirror followed without any surprise.

Fran sighed, she forgot about the talking comb.

I didn't expect that the comb would wake up early or late, but it happened to wake up at this time.

The next second, she stuffed the comb into the satchel, next to the magic mirror.

Regardless of whether the comb complained about something, she almost quickly flipped out of the window.

"Your Highness Fran, the witch is chasing you... Ah, don't scratch me with your hair!"

"You're the one, you're hurting me! Go to the side!"

Fran looked up, and the holy face of the fairy Milan was sticking out of the window to search the night.

For just a split second, she knew she was being seen.

Fairy Milan waved her wand, and white light like chains rushed towards her.

The power of the dark magic flame gathered in Fran's hands, just like an elf that once captured the air, she manipulated the flame to wrap around the chain.

When the blue-black flame touched the chain, it wound up tightly like a flame snake, devouring the entire chain.

"Dark magic?" Fairy Milan's voice was a little surprised.

Fran didn't care if she was surprised or not, she had to escape here quickly.

She got into the alley next to her and fled towards the street.

The fairy witch who was chasing after her gave birth to the wings of the elf directly from her back. After telling the saint to take good care of her, she chased her out without looking back.

As long as they fled to the street, ran to the market, muddled around in the tavern, and changed their costumes with the soldiers Anna Sui arranged here, the fairy witch would no longer be able to find herself.

This was Fran's original plan.

But this high-ranking fairy chased too closely, she was as swift as the wind, swung her magic wand, and two more white chains fell from the sky.

One approached in her direction, and the other sprinted in the direction she was fleeing.

The latter stretched out from a white chain vine into a large net, completely blocking her path.

Fran had to give priority to breaking the oncoming magic, and chose to give up the way to the tavern.

Further down, her direction can only be the suburbs with few people. Before that, if she can't get rid of this fairy witch, she can only fight it.

Lord Dark God, where are you going to find a devout believer like me?

Use your life to find soul fragments for you.

When the tail of her hair brushed against a large treetop, Fran's pace slowed down.

"Aren't you running away?" The white-robed fairy Milan landed in front of her.

In her opinion, she is just a little mouse running around, grabbing her head and running away after stealing things.

Fran turned around, her brown eyes staring motionlessly at the slowly falling white in the dark night.

The other party also recognized her after a short inspection: "You are a god-talker in the daytime? No wonder you talk about the light indiscriminately. It turns out that you are a cultist of black magic."

Fran said nothing.

"I remembered that you were also the thief in the tower last time. The Lord of Light has noticed the coming of the dark power again. It turns out that you evil/religionists are causing the trouble." Fairy Milan asked disdainfully, "What is the purpose of you stealing the bright magic props?"

"I'm not an ordinary believer." The power of dark magic condensed around Fran, and the green plants began to grow wildly under the influence of her magic.

Since she learned the spell to make plants grow, she discovered that in addition to making seeds germinate, she can also make old trees grow branches.

After being touched by the black-golden magic, the growing branches rushed towards Milan.

The magic wand in Milan's hand turned into a long chain. You know, although she is a fairy witch now, she was a warrior against dark forces in the past.

The thick and sharp branches flocked to Milan, and were broken by the swung magic chains.

"Then what kind of evil/religionist are you?"

If she can eliminate this cultist and get back the magic items, she will definitely be praised by the God of Light.

Fran showed a smile unhurriedly: "Then you have to ask my god himself."

Before Mia could understand the meaning of these words, the dark breath hit her from behind like a tide.

Obviously there was nothing behind her just a second ago.It's like a shadow hidden on the ground, approaching and growing without a trace, and when the time is right, it will be fatal with one blow.

Fear spread in Milan's heart, and she turned around to protect herself with a silver chain in her hand.

That is a weapon that only high-level fairies have, and it can resist most dark magic.

The magic that struck from behind collided with the chain.

The silver chain remained motionless.

The Dark God didn't feel guilty about it.

Fran: "..."

She was aware of the arrival of the Dark God on the way to escape.

I thought that as long as I attracted the attention of the fairy witch, I would be able to create an opportunity for the Dark God to attack.

result……

My lord, you really can't do it now.

She sighed inwardly.

"I thought it was a big shot, but it turned out to be a cult member who didn't know where he came from."

Her assailant, hidden in the shadows, seemed menacing, but did not shake her chains.

In her opinion, it was a bluffing guy.

"It's just right, if you destroy the two cultists in one fell swoop, this country will not be polluted by dark magic..." Fairy Milan kept silent, because she noticed that the god-talker took something out of the bag, it was a side... …Mirror?

"My lord, I know how to break the seal." Fran ignored Milan's existence, and glanced at her, looking at the dark god in the shadows.

She saw the figure in the shadow froze for a moment.

"Magic mirror, say that sentence."

Fairy Milan: "Magic Mirror?"

She noticed that a face emerged from the mirror in the hands of the God Talker.

This reminded her of the golden comb, which is also a bright magic tool.

"Let me explain in advance, Your Highness, you must not be angry with me." The magic mirror did not forget to remind.

"Say it!"

The magic mirror took a deep breath and shouted loudly: "His Royal Highness Fran is the ugliest person in the world!"

ugliest man--

ugly people--

people--

The sound echoed in the night sky.