Before seeing the leader in person, everyone had imagined his or her image in their minds, and the basis for this imagination was naturally the story told by the fear witch Feir. Although there was only the last part of the story.
One paragraph mentioned this mysterious leader, but it was enough for everyone to outline a vague image from her few words.
In Olvera's mind, he should be an evil conspirator, always brewing all kinds of conspiracies in dark corners. His temperament is gloomy, and he always uses a low tone to issue various conspiracies.
Cold orders, such as asking the Night Watch to eliminate the magicians hiding in the city, or asking the Balance of Order to encircle and suppress the aliens hiding in the deep mountains, are like a spider entrenched in the center of a spider web, controlling countless people with its tentacles.
It's as ugly and disgusting as a big insect spider.
Leticia also had similar thoughts, but she was more influenced by fairy tales, so she insisted that the so-called leader must be a wrinkled old witch, wearing a shabby black robe, and guarding the crucible every day.
Throwing all kinds of messy things into it: toads, scorpions, spiders, smelly tree roots, dragonfly eyeballs or human skulls, etc. After cooking, she would give it to the children who were abducted by her to drink and control their minds.
It's so abominable to let them do all kinds of bad things for you!
Neville believes that the leader of the Witches' Association is a more ambitious politician than Neo Essu. His purpose in establishing the Witches' Association is not only to control the direction of human history, but to completely control the entire human civilization. The evidence
It is the colonial war that is intensifying in the Eastern Continent. It is said that there is a coalition of religious groups behind it. Obviously, he is not satisfied after controlling the Western Continent and wants to extend his tentacles to the continent across the sea. If you really call him
If he succeeds, he will probably establish a country that is countless times more terrifying than Motosh. By then, no one will remember his cruel methods and cruel character. Everyone will praise him, but they are the ones who oppose him.
Those who will become the sinners of history will be condemned to death on the pillar of shame.
In Alice's imagination, she should be the image of a classic villain boss. She is full of strength before she appears. She seems to have no plan. She drives the protagonists everywhere, and the sense of oppression by one person is enough.
Comparable to an entire villain force; however, after appearing on the stage, he loses his temper and loses his temper. No matter what conspiracy he engages in, he will be solved by the protagonist group. He is incapable and furious all day long and only angers his subordinates. The final ending may have two results depending on the gender, or he is killed.
The protagonist team is defeated by the combined skills of love, friendship and bond, and they bear all the blame for this life, in exchange for a happy ending. Or they are defeated, but because of a hidden secret and in the final battle, they rely on memories and tears to kill
After clearing her name, she was forgiven by the protagonist's group, and finally became the protagonist's harem.
Alice prefers the latter ending, mainly because she feels that in this kind of otaku game where the protagonist group has seven beautiful girls, the villain boss cannot be other than a beautiful girl. As for who is the protagonist who opens the harem, she still
Ringer? That’s a matter of opinion.
The meeting today further confirmed her guess, because the leader of the association who appeared in front of everyone at this moment was indeed a girl, but she was not a beautiful girl, nor did she have any strong character. She even walked over, just like at night
As if I were going out for a walk, I walked here slowly and said hello to the Queen casually: "Good evening Victoria."
She joked: "You guys seem to be having a great time chatting. Am I disturbing you? Maybe I should avoid it for a while and wait until you finish chatting before I officially come on stage. Isn't it too rude?"
"You are late." Her Majesty the Queen did not pay attention to her teasing, but glanced at the girl and said in a moderate tone: "It took you at least ten minutes to walk from Trafalgar Square to Indosith Bridge.
Could it be that we had a cup of black tea at Milosi's Cat on the way?"
Milosi's Cat is a famous cafe in Westminster. Because it is close to the National Theater, many famous actors and playwrights often gather there. The cat raised by the owner is very popular. It is said that there is also a
The playwright wrote a script specifically for this cat, hoping to use it to compete for the Queen's Award and the Shakespeare Award. Unfortunately, he encountered trouble in the process of recruiting animal actors and has not yet been able to perform it.
"I would like to go, but unfortunately it's closed." The girl who came over waved her hand: "It was dark just now. I don't know what happened. All the lights on the road went out. I saw a little
The cat was so frightened that it got into the sewer and couldn't get out, so I went over to help with the handle and finally rescued it. It didn't appreciate it and even bit me. Look, are there any traces? "
She stretched out her hand and showed the queen a bite mark on her wrist. The queen took one look and was speechless. After a while, she said: "It is indeed serious. If you had come here later, maybe I wouldn't have been able to see it."
"Hahaha."
The girl didn't care. After laughing heartily a few times, she turned her attention to the carriage that was surrounded in the middle. Of course, more accurately, she was looking at the people beside the carriage, some of whom she had seen a long time ago.
The person I wanted to meet, but never had the chance to meet until today.
At this time, Linge and others were also observing her appearance.
A young and cheerful-looking girl with long black hair, her bangs parted from the middle of her forehead, neatly gathered behind her ears, her hair tied up with a dark red ribbon, gently blowing in the night breeze.
It flutters lightly, like a ball of candlelight dancing in the air; the same dark eyes flash with interesting brilliance, as if they can shine in the darkest night, which is impressive; not counting one
Her extremely beautiful face is not so eye-catching at first glance. You will feel that you have seen her in any corner of the world: among the crowds that are rising and falling like a tide, chatting and laughing in street cafes.
You have seen such a face at noisy parties, among the tourists playing in the community park. However, when you compare her with the familiar and unfamiliar faces in your memory, you will feel that she is the only one.
The most special one, you may forget every ordinary face, but you will never forget her.
Her clothes were not very gorgeous, and she didn't wear any decorations. At least compared to the dignified and majestic Her Majesty the Queen next to her, she looked simple and ordinary. But when the two stood together, everyone's eyes would be on them.
The first thing that fell on her, rather than Her Majesty the Queen beside her, seemed that she was born to be the center of attention and the well-deserved leader of the team. But how could she, with her ordinary appearance, be able to give people such
What about feelings? No one can explain the reason clearly. Maybe something is not reflected by appearance, but by temperament and spirit.
As soon as she appeared, she naturally stole everyone's attention. She naturally stood in the front position, and naturally took over Her Majesty's right to speak. She cast her gaze on Ringer. When she spoke, her voice was as warm as
The tone is also very consistent with everyone's expected impression. It seems that this person will never surprise everyone. What everyone wants her face to be like can be seen what her face is like; everyone wants her voice to be like.
You can hear what her voice sounds like: "So, you are that Mr. Ringer?"
Lin Ge met her eyes, which seemed to be looking at something interesting, and frowned slightly, but still replied calmly: "If your witch association has no other Mr. Lin Ge you are looking for, then it must be me."
The girl smiled, not caring about his tone, and moved her gaze to the right, looking at Saint Xalia: "And you, you are Xia..."
She suddenly paused and remembered that the green-haired girl had a new name in this life, so she swallowed that too old name back into her stomach and said again: "You are Miss Saint Shalia, and
...Miss Olivia, Miss Lorena, Miss Leticia, not to mention Miss Gloria, there was a lot of noise tonight, making Westminster area more lively than it has been in a long time.
Once, it's really good. By the way, I heard that there is another Miss Iyeta, why, isn't she here?"
Lin Ge noticed that the people she named were all the reincarnations of the Queen's Queen, and he knew that the leader already knew everything. However, in order not to reveal more information, he still replied as briefly as possible: "Not here."
"That's such a pity." The other party sighed, as if the regret was sincere: "The Angel of the Wind of Avion, I have wanted to see her for a long time. But since she is not here, forget it.
, it’s also a pleasure for me to be able to meet you all.”
She curved her eyebrows and smiled, revealing two rows of white and neat teeth. She looked extremely approachable, but Linger and others did not dare to relax their vigilance because of this appearance. If the person in front of them was just a cheerful and approachable person,
How could a girl stand above all the philosophers and witches and become the irreplaceable leader of the association?
Perhaps only a fool would take her disguise seriously...
"It's not fair, it's not fair!" A certain golden-haired maid suddenly shouted: "Why do you only call them by their names and not mine? The same thing happened to the fear witch Feier last time. She said it was Ringlinger's as soon as she opened her mouth. You all called her
I accept being the protagonist, so why should my role be ranked behind Xiaoxia and the others? I am one of the two protagonists, and this is not fair at all, okay!"
With Alice.
Everyone: "..."
Neville, who was also not called by name: "..."
The black-haired girl was also startled for a moment. She probably didn't expect anyone to be entangled in such a thing, but after she realized it, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, and the smile on her lips became deeper than before: "Don't worry, Alice.
Miss. Speaking of which, among you guys, I am actually the most interested in you, but you."
"real!?"
Alice's eyes were bright. After the other party nodded to confirm again, she couldn't help but feel smug. She believed that this was the treatment she deserved. She did have the strength and qualifications to be noticed. If it weren't for her, a gloomy-faced man like Ringer would
Can you advance the plot to this point? GAMEOVER should have been played as early as in Linville City! Unfortunately, most people in the world are blind and deceived by his righteous appearance, while ignoring the real hero Alice.
Not ancient...
Seeing her alone there, feeling happy, complaining, and occasionally feeling a little bit sorry for herself, the black-haired girl finally understood what the comment on her file was about, and couldn't help but shake her head and whispered to herself
: "Sure enough, there is something wrong with her brain... How could it be like this? Could it be that some accident happened while crossing the Heavenly Realm Bridge? Themis of Heavenly Realm didn't even give her any treatment, and just released her directly.
What a mistake.”
"What are you mumbling about?"
Alice looked at her suspiciously: "Are you talking bad about me?"
"No, I was praising you for being beautiful and elegant."
"real!?"
"Really, she is much prettier than me."
After all, it is earned through IQ.
The girl had a sincere smile on her face, but she was complaining in her heart.
Alice believed it, smiled brightly, and accepted all the compliments from her enemies. After all, she had always been very confident in her appearance and temperament, just like she was very confident in her game level. Until Ringer couldn't stand it anymore.
, stood up and interrupted this somewhat postmodern absurd conversation.
"Since you already know our identities, you can probably avoid introducing yourself." He stared straight at the black-haired girl and said, "But we don't know your identity yet, isn't this a bit rude?
"
"My identity? Didn't Victoria mention it to you?"
The girl threw the pot away, and Her Majesty the Queen, who was thrown away, said without looking back: "I think what they want to know is your name. In normal interpersonal interactions, it is indeed very rude not to give each other names.
matter."
But if it is an abnormal interpersonal relationship, that is another matter, especially if the two parties are still on a hostile stance. In fact, there is no need for the girl to report her name to a group of bereaved dogs who are destined to have no way to escape. The loser has no right to raise the issue.
This kind of request, and the winner is free to do whatever they want. Ringer heard the implication of Her Majesty the Queen's words, and his eyes glanced at the silver hand that Alice had always hidden behind her back.
The cassette is still flashing, and I don’t know when it will be activated.
As long as we hold on until that time, there is still a possibility that the outcome will be reversed.
Until then, all she has to do is delay, including asking for the name of the leader of the association. Of course, if she is willing to reveal her identity, that would be an unexpected surprise. Although just knowing a name is of no use, it is better than knowing nothing at all.
Okay?
"Tantis."
The black-haired girl suddenly said, she stretched out a white and slender index finger, pointed at the tip of her slightly curved nose, and said with a smile: "Since you want to know my name, then keep it in your heart: I
It’s Tiandis, the leader of the witch association, please give me some advice.”