Chapter 39 Cursed Witch
◎The great disaster is coming. ◎
It's not like Dill has never seen a tree house before. There are many cabins on trees in Moonlight Forest for witches to rest while hunting, but she has never seen anyone literally living in a tree!
Can I just say that she is worthy of being the Green Fairy? The ancient tree looks unattainable, but the inside has been carved by the witch into a warm and comfortable circular hall. The thick tree wall has niches dug to place the brazier; there are only two rattan cushions on the ground, and the rest The space is full of bottles and utensils placed everywhere, which shows the owner's leisurely and casual life.
"It's a very cute place." Dill couldn't help but admire.
The witch shrugged and said indifferently: "This is actually a dead ash tree elf. It wanted to be cremated, but I thought it would be a pity to burn the body, so I used it as a summer cabin."
Dill shut up obediently. She was very sure that the other party was indeed a notorious black witch. Is it too late for her to go out now? Do you think it would be better to stay in the candy house?
He didn't notice the girl's complicated expression, and even if he saw it, he probably wouldn't pay much attention to it. The unscrupulous black witch swept around the messy ground and said with some distress: "I want to think of something to drink."
Dill said subconsciously: "No, don't bother."
"Ah? No, I'm not asking you, I'm just asking for a drink to go with your dessert. Actually, black plum is not my favorite, but whatever, let's get the spice hot bar!"
Dill: I feel like hitting someone.
The witch made light gestures, and several delicate glasses and porcelain jars staggered over as if they had legs. They were mixed and blended, and finally fell into her hands. She put the jug on the smoked brazier and boiled it, and threw some unknown spices into it. The tongues of flames intertwined with light and shadow created more delicate and bright lines on the wooden wall.
Dill stood there a little at a loss. In the end, she put down the cupboard and chose to sit on one of the straw mats. She didn't want Turnip to naturally occupy another cushion, and it soon made its feathers fluffy and shiny. The small hall is filled with lingering spices such as cardamom, gardenia, laurel, lemon balm, etc. The naturally formed wood grain on the wall is vivid in the candlelight, and the whole tree house smells like a lush and plump land. forest.
The smells, things here, even the black witch in front of her... Although Dill didn't want to admit it, she did feel like she was home. Even if she tried to be more vigilant, her body felt like she was soaking in an incense hot spring. Every inch of muscle is being massaged and relaxed by invisible heat.
The witch handed over the spiced hot wine, and Dill accepted it gratefully. Nothing could dispel the coldness of the thick fog better than this. It was boiled with orange slices, cinnamon and cloves, and maybe a tablespoon of honey. The rim of the cup A few apple slices with red skin were also inserted, which made the girl smile knowingly.
"That's how it should be mixed." The witch took a mouthful of nut puree with a spoon with satisfaction and tasted it along with the hot wine.
Dill didn't drink it immediately. She was still frightened about the earthworm mud cake. After hesitation, she said cautiously: "Sorry to bother you."
"Actually, it's not bad. I confused you with other annoying flies, and I accidentally broke the eggs for breakfast. Damn it, I've been hungry all morning." There was a big mouthful of nut puree in his mouth.
Dill understands that a hungry woman has a bad temper, and a hungry witch can destroy an entire village.
She thought about the fog with no end visible. Does this also mean that the other party's magic is powerful enough to cover the entire forest? In this case, it is really a miracle that I can reach here alive, and it is another time to survive in countless dangerous situations.
"I have asked them to go back. They should not bother you again."
The witch glanced at her casually and said lightly: "Yes, you are indeed my good friend who is willing to help others."
Dill blushed. The entire forest was under the control of this witch. Of course, she could clearly hear her boasting.
The girl blinked and looked innocent: "I am the Moon Witch from Miller Valley. You can call me Dill, but what should I call my good friend?"
"Little devil," the witch was amused by her: "I have many names. You can call me Yi Na here."
Ina? Dill chewed the name several times. For some reason, she always felt like she had heard this name before? The other party is indeed a famous witch, right? She tried hard to recall, but her memory seemed to be covered with a veil, and she couldn't uncover the original appearance no matter what.
Ina seemed to be inseparable from the warmth of the brazier. The firelight danced on her eyelashes, and her face, the down on the tip of her nose, and the ends of her bright red hair were all gilded in bright copper-gold color. The red-haired witch held spiced hot wine in both hands, her blue eyes half-opened like a satiated cat.
Dill thought of Amber, the same arrogance, the same bad temper, the same strength. If there were differences, Amber was like the quiet and comfortable moonlight, while Ina was like the endless wildfire of life on the grassland.
Her heart seemed to be tightened by a thin string, Dill tried: "Ina, what do you mean by wolf bite?"
"What else could it be?"
The woman pointed to her arm with her chin, and Dill immediately felt as if she had been burned. She thought of the tattoo that suddenly disappeared, and subconsciously pulled open her sleeve.
A large expanse of white skin was exposed, and the place where the roses once clung and entwined was like a healed burn, leaving only an invisible pale crimson patch. Dill had to examine it carefully to see the pitifully small patch. Old scars.
Dill hadn't seen it for a long time. Whenever she saw the tattoo, she would think of Amber. But when the tattoo disappeared, she discovered what was hidden under the rose thorns. Her little fingers touched the scar, and two small The small point, the distance between the two canine teeth, the small mouth can only swallow the soaked meat strips torn into pieces.
What does her cinnamon look like? She had forgotten it for a long time, and her incomplete memory could only spell out a vague ball of hair.
Thinking about this, the girl shook her head: "Impossible. I have never been bitten by a wolf. This cannot be a wolf bite. My lady has seen it for me."
Cinnamon was just a little dog, and the only werewolf she knew never hurt her at all.
"Hmph, you don't even know when you were cursed by your own lady."
Yi Na didn't know when she put down her wine. She went straight to Dill and took her arm to check.
"There is a very powerful curse left on it," the red-haired witch carefully rubbed the rough spot on her arm, where the roses were once entangled: "It's not a werewolf, it's a witch's."
Amber cursed her? How can it be! Before Dill could refute, Yi Na's words surprised her.
"Because she is used to cover up another curse, the werewolf's curse, a double curse. This is the first time I have seen someone as amazing as you."
Dill was annoyed and funny when she said: "The moon is almost full, am I going to transform?"
Ina raised her left eyebrow: "There are many kinds of werewolf curses. The most common one is the transformation curse of a human wolf. Yours is like a brand. The traces left by a werewolf are like a puppy rubbing its hair and peeing on its owner. ."
Probably because Dill's face was too ugly, Yi Na spread her hands and said, "Okay, this is a bad metaphor. To explain it in human terms, it is an agreement. You made an agreement with the werewolf."
The more you talk about it, the more outrageous it becomes. If you keep talking about it, you can make up an entire Twilight Zone. Dill pulled down her sleeves, wanting to end this ridiculous conversation,
She tried to soften her tone: "Madam, I don't mean to offend. You may have misunderstood something. I did encounter a werewolf before, but I escaped without any injuries. This scar was from a puppy bite when I was a child..."
"No, that's what you think. The witch's curse not only covers the curse, but also covers your memory,"
Yi Na smiled quietly, the girl's dazed look seemed to please her.
"You have forgotten a lot of things. You have forgotten the vows you made. Promises can only be two-way. The werewolf bit you with your permission."
Dill's first reaction was to shake her head. She even forgot to reply, as if she was trying to do something in her final struggle.
Yi Na burst out laughing. She didn't have Amber's hatred for werewolves, but she didn't seem to be gloating. She seemed to have just overheard a funny joke, so she laughed from the bottom of her heart.
"Hahahahaha, it's so interesting, the witch and the werewolf... I almost feel sorry for you two! He didn't eat you, didn't transform you, he only left a promise. I don't know the truth, but no matter what it is , it must be deep enough for him to resist his instinctive emotion, and at the same time, it must be deep enough for you to restrain your instinctive fear, and be willing to believe that the wolf's kiss will not bite off your entire hand."
The girl pressed her palm against the cupboard. If there really was a curse, how could her Crystal Mirror of Truth not see it? This must be a joke of the black witch. She is teasing herself. It must be that she cannot betray Amber or the Moon Goddess.
Dill finally found her voice: "Impossible, it's impossible for me to have that kind of relationship with a werewolf..."
"That kind of relationship? What happened to the werewolf?" Yi Na looked confused, as if she couldn't understand the language Dill used.
"God created sheep, and in order to prevent the sheep from eating all the grass, he created wolves. But the wolves were too ferocious, so God gave some sheep to grow sharp horns that can fight back. The wolves eat the sheep, and the sheep kill the wolves. The grass It can grow, and the cycle of life is endless, so who is more noble than others?"
The red-haired witch murmured to herself: "Once one party wants to destroy this balance, it will be a disaster for the entire continent."
She looked steadily at Dill, her bright blue eyes burning like will-o'-the-wisps at night: "Little witch, not all of your enemies are werewolves. Now both the wolves and the sheep have forgotten who this grassland belongs to, and a catastrophe is coming." "