Hayashi Mo and Kuenji Yusu, oh, and Aoko Aosaki, come to a rarely populated hill on the outskirts of Misaki Town.

Crossing the dark and dense jungle, the view suddenly opens up.

A Western-style pavilion that is out of place in the twentieth century is out of view.

The area of the old and dilapidated Western-style museum is not very large.

There is about the sum of three or five ordinary people's homes, that is, more than 500 square meters.

There is no comparison with the castle of Einzberen on the outskirts of Fuyuki City.

The interior of the Western-style building is lit up with dim lights.

The lamp of a lonely tower like the boundless sea illuminates the way home for the lost.

The outer side is surrounded by a rusty iron fence, and many thorny vine-like plants cling to the fence.

The path paved with bluestone slabs is not overgrown with weeds due to the influence of late autumn.

The core hub of the Misaki Town Magic Barrier is buried underneath the Kuenji Western-style Museum.

An endless stream of magic converges here, ready for the fairytale witch's daily experiments.

As the base camp and magic workshop of the fairy tale witch lineage, there are a large number of 267 vigilance, defense, and attack formation bases.

It shouldn't be the work of Youzhu in Jiuyuan Temple, she is only seventeen years old this year, and she still has to go to school on weekdays, so she doesn't have so much time.

Excluding this generation of fairy tale witches, the target is only the previous generation of fairy tale witches, that is, the mother of Yuzhu of Jiuyuan Temple.

The power beyond the mundane is a curse.

The inheritance seal of the magic family is held by only one person in a generation.

The mysterious inheritance of the witch faction can only exist one person in a generation.

In other words, after Yuzhu's mother gave birth to her, life entered the countdown.

"Your Excellency Lin Mo, please come in. "

Looking at the time of the Western-style Pavilion of Jiuyuan Temple, Youzhu of Jiuyuan Temple used the key to open the closed door lock, and stretched out his hand to signal Lin Mo to follow her in.

Unlike the messy outside, which is uncared for, the courtyard inside the Western-style pavilion is clean and tidy, and it can be seen that the young girl with heavy studies often cleans her home.

Walking through the gravel path, the girl beats (badi) to open the wooden gate with a sense of age and many intricate patterns.

The interior of the Western-style building is decorated in a classic dark European style.

There is an entrance to the main entrance, and the living room is inside.

The occasional popping sound of burning wood in the fireplace was heard.

The flickering firelight dispelled some of the darkness, but it seemed more terrifying.

Around the corner of the living room is a spiral staircase leading to the second floor.

There is a layer of dust on the handles of several doors on the first floor, which shows that on weekdays, Kuenji Yuzhu and Aoko Aosaki live on the second floor.

The fairy tale witch didn't let Lin Mo change her shoes, and she didn't have men's slippers at home.

Back home, Jiuyuan Temple Youzhu was indifferent and dissipated, and the faded down jacket hung on the hanger, revealing slender but concave lines.

The girl who is extremely reluctant to interfere with the house with any foreign objects does not install modern electrical appliances.

An oil lamp with a magical glow was lit, and the dimly lit living room became brightly lit.

"What should Aoko Aozaki do?"

"Just throw it on the couch, she's fine. "

Lin Mo asked, and the fairy tale witch replied.

With a pop, Aozaki Aoko was thrown on the sofa by Lin Mo, who was troublesome.

The beautiful rookie magician seems to have chrysalis.

Aoko Aosaki, who was exhausted and was fusing magic marks, did not wake up, pouting and muttering about her dreams.

"Badass Magician...... Shit's fatherless has me...... Aoko-sama is the strongest ......"

Lin Mo, who was sitting on the sofa, only found it interesting, and secretly rubbed and recorded the black history of the future magician with malicious intentions, preparing to use it to threaten Aozaki Aoko.

He's thought about it anyway, Aoko, you don't want the video to circulate, do you?

The corner of the mouth of the Kuyuan Temple, who boiled water and made tea, smiled, and she couldn't laugh when she saw the traces of the sofa pressed out by Aozaki Aoko.

The girl's eyes were full of fierce light, and she secretly decided to punish Qingzi tomorrow for cleaning up alone!

It didn't take long for two cups of steaming black tea to be placed on the coffee table, and one of them was pushed in front of Lin Mo.

Youzhu of Jiuyuan Temple held the teacup in her cold little hand, squinted her eyes and sipped the black tea, which was one of the few pleasures she had. (If you read a violent novel, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

"Your Excellency Lin Mo, you said before that the orange was going to kill the green seed, can you tell me in detail?"

Tomorrow is a weekend and weekend, and the fairy tale witch who is used to staying up late is not in a hurry to sleep, and has a casual chat with Lin Mo.

Lin Mo briefly talked about the cause and effect, anyway, there is nothing worth hiding.

"The fifth law, I know both oranges and green sons, in terms of magic qualifications alone, ten green children are not as good as oranges, and I can't understand the inheritance logic of the fifth magic. "

Jiuyuan Temple Youzhu said with emotion.

The fairy tale witch named Kuenji Yuzhu is a qualified mature magician.

She wasn't interested in participating in the Aozaki family's magical inheritance.

Orange and Qingzi have nothing to do with her.

"I didn't expect that everything in Orange could actually invite the leader of the Magic Alliance. "

Jiuyuan Temple Youzhu is not an autistic housemaid who works behind closed doors.

She corresponds to her best friend Coal Witch in England and is aware of the changes in the world of magic.

Absolute power intimidates the second, third, and fourth magicians.

The Clock Tower, the Wandering Sea, the Atlas House, the Templar Church, and the Ancestors of the Dead Apostles all prostrate at the feet of the Alliance Master.

It is rumored that the leader of the Magic Alliance can grant any wish......

Thinking of this, the thin fairy tale witch, her calm beautiful eyes rippled. []

"Your Excellency Lin Mo, have you ever paid homage to the mysterious leader of the Magic Alliance?"

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