The dark prison cell, the narrow iron windows, the chains all over the body, the lewdly smiling man...
Moreover, this man also held the little milk cat on the window sill in his hand and played with it repeatedly.
The nun could already guess what was going to happen next...
She quickly tried to mobilize the power in her body, but there was no response.
It seems that the other party is very familiar with the witch's methods. He must have poured a strange potion into himself in advance. After a while, I should feel that my whole body is hot, my mouth is dry, my eyes are blurred, my limbs are weak, and my desire is high...
Then let this thief do whatever he wants...
The beautiful witch was thinking wildly for a while, her pale golden eyes glared angrily at Gallo outside the window, wanting to stare him to death.
Is he the legendary 'Witch Hunter'? A despicable gangster who specializes in hunting us...
It's really a waste of time that this beautiful skin is actually so dirty and vicious inside...
Sure enough, every witch cannot escape the 'misfortune' in her fate?
Outside, Gallo saw that she was so angry and refused to admit defeat, and was glaring at him fiercely, so he couldn't help but patted the wall of the confessional and threatened:
"Pay attention to your situation! Correct your attitude! Explain the problem honestly!"
But the witch snorted disdainfully, raised her elegant chin, and replied with dignity:
"Humph! I will never give in!"
"Even if I am tainted by you, my heart will curse you forever!"
Gallo had seen such a stubborn prisoner before, and he was very angry for a while, so he planned to use magic.
Fortunately, the old bishop came out of the kitchen in time and said calmly:
"Gallo, the beets and sauce are gone, can you go buy some and bring them back?"
"Ah? But don't I have to guard this witch?"
Gallo scratched his head in embarrassment.
"How about letting the little kittens go?"
Little milk cat:!!!∑(?Д?ノ)ノ
"They are too small, and they don't have any money. It's better for you to go and take Lilian Luo with you."
The old bishop followed suit.
"Okay!"
Lilianluo happily agreed and quickly created two small leather shoes on her feet, which were only wearing white stockings.
"But what should I do if this witch suddenly gets violent and hurts people after I leave?"
Gallo said still a little worried.
"Let Amiya stay and protect me. You can rest assured, right?"
So Gallo called Amiya and asked her to protect the old bishop. Then he took Lilianluo's little hand and went to the market to buy vegetables.
After he left, the old bishop first went back to his room, dug out a small wooden box from the bottom of his sleeve, then returned to the confessional window, opened the small wooden box, and showed the contents to the witch.
There is a copper badge inside, with a figure of a woman kneeling in prayer engraved in the middle. It looks like a street stall that can be seen everywhere.
But the witch keenly felt the strange fluctuations emanating from the medal, her eyes widened immediately, and she exclaimed:
"Is this...the witch's oath?"
"You... no, how did you get it?"
"I once had some friendship with your sect."
As the old bishop spoke, he opened the door of the confessional, dispelled Gallo's magical spell that imprisoned her, and then loosened the chains to free the witch.
Amiya stood aside and did not stop him.
Because the order it received was to protect the old bishop, not to be optimistic about the witch...
This is probably because the old bishop said at the time that Amiya should stay to protect him, which inadvertently misled his thinking and caused omissions in his orders.
"This is just a misunderstanding. This student of mine is a little...a little...um...cautious..."
"He actually doesn't have that much malice towards you, he's just more...well...cautious..."
The old bishop hesitated for a moment before finding a suitable adjective and continued:
"I hope you can believe me."
After the witch walked out of the confessional, she did not rush to escape, but bowed slightly, saluted the old bishop solemnly, and then continued:
"You are our trustworthy friend, so I naturally believe what you say."
The medal displayed by the old bishop is a very special and precious token in the Witch Sect. It is a proof of friendship and trust between the two parties. It will only be given to those who have provided key help to the Witch many times.
Everyone who holds the Witch's Oath is a great benefactor of the sect, and even the nuns and mentors in the sect must be respectful.
"Relax, don't be so rigid."
The old bishop first motioned her to sit down, and then grabbed a little kitten for her to play with.
The witch let the little milk cat lie on her chest and asked quickly:
"Although it's a bit abrupt and overstepping, can you let me see this witch's oath?"
The old bishop nodded and handed the small wooden box out generously.
The witch carefully took out the badge, glanced at the back, and was stunned for a moment.
Whenever a witch owes someone a favor and is temporarily unable to repay it, they will leave an invisible trace on the back of the badge that only they themselves can detect, which is regarded as a promise of a bad check.
And if the favor is repaid later, this trace will disappear.
But behind the badge in front of you, there are dense traces...
This means that even if the entire sect is sold, it won’t be enough to pay back the debt.
She even wondered if it was a mistake or a prank, but every trace on it was so clear and serious in her eyes...
And she was fully aware of the meaning of these traces: at least they were left behind after saving and helping the sect through several, or even more than a dozen life-and-death difficulties...
Without the old man in front of me, the sect would have died countless times...
"Do you have any orders for me to carry out?"
She respectfully returned the badge to the old bishop and asked in a lower voice.
The other party showed such a heavy badge, even if he asked himself to commit himself to the young priest, or even to the weird big black mule next to him, he would nod his head and agree without hesitation.
The old bishop immediately used a genuine soothing magic to calm the beautiful girl's uneasiness, and then continued:
"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I don't want to recall those things back then...Child, what is your name?"
"My name is Youlan."
The witch replied quickly, and reported her real name in the sect.
After joining the sect, every witch will give up her original name and use a flower as her name again.
And her name is Youlan, an orchid that grows at the bottom of the valley, also known as the empty valley orchid, which represents purity and beauty.
And she is indeed as pure and beautiful as her name suggests.
There are many beautiful witches, but few pure ones...
She is a very special witch.
The old bishop chewed her name for a while, without saying anything more, and then asked:
"Actually, my students and I are just curious, why did you suddenly come to our sect?"
Youlan lowered her head slightly, like a student who made a mistake, and answered truthfully:
"I actually came here to find the 'Flower of Destiny'."
"Flower of Destiny?"
The old bishop couldn't help but be stunned.
A flash of doubt flashed in Youlan's eyes, and she asked:
"You don't know about 'Flower of Destiny'?"
"No, I know. It is something that every witch has. It can guide you to find the 'happiness' in your destiny..."
"But I've only heard of it, never seen it..."
The old bishop explained slightly awkwardly.
And the expression on Youlan's face couldn't help but become a little weird:
"You haven't received the Flower of Destiny?"
"Ahaha, maybe I'm not very popular?"
The old bishop scratched his head.
Whenever a witch joins a sect, they will receive a prophecy of destiny and a flower of destiny to guide them to find 'happiness'.
After they find the destination of their destiny, they will give the flower of destiny to each other and walk towards the palace of marriage.
Of course, this kind of thing, which is equivalent to a token of love, will not be shown to others casually.
But prophecy has no timeliness. Sometimes when you find that person, others are too old to walk, but the witch is young and beautiful, so you have to find another good tree.
The other person may not be the 'happiness' predicted in the prophecy, maybe it is just another love encountered on the way to find happiness.
As for whether the witch who failed to follow the prophecy will be happy in the end, Youlan doesn't know. A married witch has to leave the sect and swear not to reveal the secrets of the sect and never associate with the sect again.
What puzzles Youlan is that even though the old bishop in front of her is very old, she can still tell that he was quite handsome when he was young. He should be very popular, right?
And he still had such a heavy badge, so how could there not be a witch who made a secret promise to him at that time? She gave him the flower of her destiny?
Were all the witches back then blind?
There's a story here...
She was full of curiosity, but she didn't dare to ask if the other party didn't take the initiative to ask...
"By the way, is this the Flower of Destiny you are looking for?"
The old bishop said, spreading his hands towards Amiya.
Amiya was stunned for a moment, her red eyes flickering, as if she was struggling and hesitating.
Finally, with the utmost reluctance, it took out the hairpin that Gallo had given it from the apron around its waist.
"Ah! That's it!"
Youlan on the side said quickly.
But Amiya didn't hand over the hairpin, she just took it out, shook it, and quickly and carefully put it back, not giving the old bishop any face.
"Well...it seems to like this..."
"Is this flower of destiny important to you?"
The old bishop said with some embarrassment.
"No, no, no, if it likes it, just give it to it."
Youlan quickly waved her hands and said generously.
In fact, with that Witch's Oath, let alone a Flower of Destiny, even if the other party wants a sea of Flowers of Destiny, the sect has to work hard to find a way...
And this big black mule always felt very weird and dangerous to her, as if it was about to rush up and tear her into pieces at any time...