Chapter 14: Sweet Pain [A new month, ask for a monthly ticket]
Snap, snap.
The cold and humid weather is spreading as soon as you step out of the warm cabin, like a disease trying to take away people's physical strength.
Pricia Havelock turned herself into a ghost, and raindrops fell from her body.
Staring at the pale back of her hands without rain, her smile froze, and for a moment she smiled brighter.
Leisurely, she opened her parasol, and the sound of pattering rain made her feel a little relieved.
Pat, pat...the footsteps ahead stopped.
The temporary host witch named Jiang Han stopped and turned around. Her face, which looked beautiful even with Pricia's vision and qualifications, looked slightly worried.
Stopped? Priscilla felt surprised in her heart, but kept a smile on her face and said:
"Miss?"
"Pricia, did you bring anti-humidity skin lotion?" Jiang Han asked with an embarrassed smile.
Anti-humidity skin lotion? Eh? Haha? Miss, do you want to have a fight? Do you want to have a fight? Ask a ghost, a ghost witch this kind of question? Skin care lotion?
...Even though Pricia has a character that can endure getting angry when she wakes up, she almost failed and couldn't laugh.
She quietly exhaled and smiled:
"Miss, I will include it in my carrying list next time."
Miss Jiang Han's facial features tend to be cold-colored, but her eyebrows and eyes are quite sunny, which makes the ghost witch who prefers gloomy and cold not very fond of her.
But he is a good child, except that sometimes he speaks without thinking, a bit like a witch who is just 5 to 8 years old.
Probably, it feels a bit like a baby with no knowledge of witches starting from scratch and learning about witches for just one or two years.
... Pricia feels so.
She saw Jiang Han sighing vaguely, blinking again, and secretly sticking out his tongue. This lady had a naturally endearing facial expression.
This is rare in society.
Very rare.
It's a bit like the golem in social class, but much cuter than the golem...
Well, to put it in a more disgusting Tongzhen tone, that is:
‘Ah ah ah, is this really a cute girl? Ah ah ah, the expression is so cute, the movements are so cute, the tone is so cute, ah ah, is this the interaction of cute girls, so cute.’.
…
Gu...vomit.
…
...The ghost witch was disgusted by the tone imitated in her mind, but she couldn't help but laugh, and her smile was a bit real.
She thought about the things in her stomach bag and said half-seriously and with a little hesitation:
"I seem to have prepared water-based lotion for Elizabeth and Isabella, do you need it?"
Elizabeth and Isabella are stitch-up witches.
Maybe because of their status, they love to be clean.
I use almost a third of a bottle of body lotion a day.
Just like the bourgeois ghoul witch takes four baths a day. The alien witch always tries to make up for what she lacks, and sometimes she works too hard.
...The ghost witch thought of her own smile, and her smile became even wider.
"Eh? Can I use it?" Jiang Han's eyes widened and he licked the corner of his mouth as if he was a little uneasy.
"As long as you don't object to using the same body lotion as the Stitch Witch, I think it's okay." She said in a gentle tone.
"Of course not. Elizabeth and Isabella are both beautiful, aren't they?" Jiang Han said without thinking.
Ha? Pricia blinked, kept smiling, stretched out her hand to touch her stomach, rummaged around and said with a smile:
"The two of them will be very happy. This is the first time I heard that the Stitch Monster is associated with 'beautiful'."
To prevent office politics, Pricia added:
"Our undead witches are rarely described as 'beautiful'. Even if they look okay on the outside, the ghoul witch, zombie witch, ghost witch and suture witch all sound attractive."
Jiang Han showed that sweet smile, his eyes were half-squinted, the corners of his lips were raised, and his cold-colored face was filled with a warm-colored smile:
"I think you are very beautiful."
"It's my pleasure, miss." Pricia took out the sea-blue body lotion in a transparent bottle from her stomach bag and handed it to Jiang Han, who was smiling happily.
"It's really helpful. If it's convenient, please record it in the loss list." The beautiful witch took off her gloves and began to apply lotion.
Her skin looks a little red, possibly due to allergies.
Priscilla looked on, mentally calculating how long it would take for her employer to become allergic.
Her eyes widened slightly, and her subconscious smile stopped for half a second.
In her sight, the red skin of the witch before her slowly returned to snow-white, developing resistance at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Is this the Siren?
She resisted the urge to quietly harvest the other person's skin tissue, guessing in her mind.
The regenerative ability of the Siren Witch is one of the weaker types among the alien witches. It is different from the Ghost Witch, a race that can continue to fight even if its head is cut off and will regenerate its head within a few hours. The Sea Witch
Women's ability to develop resistance and regenerate their bodies is relatively weak.
Normally, it takes a day for them to recover even from cold symptoms.
"Gulu, Gulu..."
When Miss Jiang Han applied lotion, her cheeks subconsciously puffed up.
It doesn't look like it's angry, but rather like a hamster's serious expression. Are you serious about doing this kind of thing?
It’s not great, there’s something wrong with this guy’s seriousness, but he’s also not quite right with his cuteness.
... Pricia marked the "Witch Observation Diary" in her heart, which is not to say that she was captured by this cuteness.
Cute witches are everywhere, and only women of the bronze chastity and forbidden fishing type like Dinisa have the pessimistic thought that "there are no more cute witches in this world."
This is a curious mentality.
For example, if you know that there are 150 varieties of fireball, you go home and check the spell cabinet and say, "Wow, I have 149 varieties!", and then I see a fireball spell book that I have never seen before, at this time
Whether it is "This is the 150th species" or "Could this be the 151st species?", you will want to record it and observe it carefully, right?
...she looked at her with hidden eyes, the corners of her mouth turned up a little more, she took out the itinerary notepad from her pocket, and coughed lightly:
"Miss, our trip is basically completed today, but it's a little faster than expected, so we can choose to explore further, or turn around and go back to the castle to start sorting out samples, materials, soil sampling data, ore analysis, and waiting
The other two ladies came back..."
"Why are you..." Jiang Han interrupted her, then looked a little shy, shook his head, snorted inadvertently, and pinched his fingers casually but actually a little nervously.
There's no need to be polite like this, really, there's no need.
I have only seen this kind of courtesy among some land people, oh, and witches.
... Pricia smiled and signaled the other party to continue.
Although it was a bit strange that the employer had to obtain the consent of the head maid or butler before speaking, Pricia had seen as many as nine thousand weird things in her long ghost career, so she pretended that nothing had happened.
This slightly weird employer.
Jiang Han was silent for a moment, then looked like "I just said it because I couldn't help it" and asked:
"Why, why do you call me Miss, but you call Lin Qiang and Qin Shunying Madam?"
ha?
Even in her long life as a ghost, this was the first time Pricia met an employer who was curious and confused about the title.
In other words, this question.
It's the first experience.
This is a weird question that has never happened before.
Oh, Miss Dinisa, it was the negotiation that saved you.
... Priscilla immediately remembered that this time as a housekeeper, if Dinisha had not really had something to do with her job, maybe Dinisha would have come to work for the first two weeks, and then she might have handed it over to a man named Hist.
Leah's ghost witch will take over for one to two months, and the remaining time will be left to herself.
The reason why she thought of Denisa was because Pricia thought that Denisa's lack of facial expressions and rigid thinking might not be able to answer this question.
Pricia thought about it for a while, while her ghostly brain was operating at the speed of a centrifuge turning it into paste. She smiled and replied:
"Because you are cute, I am used to calling cute people 'Miss'."
Jiang Han nodded with sudden realization, and then asked curiously:
"That means... Qin Shunying and the others are not cute enough?"
Gu, who sent you? Dinisa? Or Historia? Pricia kept her smile unchanged:
"Are they more dignified and beautiful?"
"Then I'm not dignified and serious?" Jiang Han's face bulged again. Unexpectedly, that small face and the face of a cold woman should look a bit stiff like Dinisha.
, but the expression is full of expression...
Is this because you are angry? Ha? Miss, your moodiness is really weird and cute.
Also, I didn’t say ‘dignified and upright’, I said ‘dignified and beautiful’!
Pricia still smiled and looked calm:
"Because, Miss, you are dignified, cute, serious, and beautiful."
"Well, am I so good?" Jiang Han felt happy, but her ice-colored eyes looked a little aggrieved.
If there were animal ears, they would probably be soft and attached to the head.
It's so troublesome, it's so troublesome. You woman, don't be so insecure in this kind of situation where "you can say what others are bragging about"!
... Pricia lamented again, it was really the negotiation and performance that saved Dinisha. If it were Dinisha, this atmosphere would not be allowed to enter the refrigerator and then be rated with 1 star?
She kept smiling and said softly:
"You are much more beautiful than I imagined. I have seen many beautiful things in my life, but in these few minutes, I feel like I have spent my whole life."
"Thank you, your words reminded me of Anjie." Jiang Han became energetic again and said curiously, "Although I thought you were a bit like Dinisha at first, but later, I thought you were more like Anjie, um, restraint
A version of her? Ah, you know Anjie, right?"
There is no witch on this planet who doesn't know her, and I also... Pricia felt the old injury on her back, and it seemed that there was still a faint pain.
Although she has become a ghost, and although the witch can heal her wounds, the pain left by the past, the unforgettable pain, will always remain.
Pricia's smile became even brighter:
"Well, I know her. She is the owner of the King's Scepter and a nearly omniscient and omnipotent witch."
"Anjie likes to say this kind of thing as much as you do." Jiang Han laughed and curled her hair unconsciously with her fingers. She half-squinted one eye, "But you are definitely better than her. I'm sure you are talking about this."
In terms of speaking, you are definitely better than her."
Looking at the happy Jiang Han, Pricia laughed at herself:
Really? I don't think so.
After laughing, Jiang Han did not forget the formality. He rubbed his hands together and breathed a sigh of relief, looking at the huge mountains in the distance:
"Continue to explore. I want to find that dragon. I sensed a trace of its aura before. It must be in the mountains."
