As night fell, somewhere in the barren mountains and woods, the light of the bonfire dispelled a small area of ​​darkness. Two witches were sitting by the bonfire, looking at the fish soup that was sizzling in a hanging pot on the fire.

Although it was a camping trip, this pot of fish soup was extremely delicious, exuding the ultimate deliciousness that could carry the fragrance for miles.

"Wow, I didn't expect that your craftsmanship, Miss, is really well-deserved. I heard before that you went to work as a nutritionist for the Armed Forces Club. I thought it was just a gimmick?"

Wen Wen smelled the aroma in the pot, wiped the saliva that unconsciously flowed from the corner of her mouth, and then said this.

She had just watched the entire cooking process of this eldest lady. It was obvious that everyone used the same witch's cooking magic, but the taste of the fish soup in front of her was much more delicious than what she had made before.

Dorothy nodded with satisfaction at the compliment of this ignorant senior. Then she waved her hand gently, and the invisible magic tentacles picked up the bowls and chopsticks on the side, and then took them out of the pot.

I had two bowls of fish soup.

"Eat quickly, it's time to work after eating."

The house witch said so.

Wen Wen stretched out her hand to take her bowl. She looked at the milky white and rich soup in the bowl, and then ignored the piping hot soup that had just come out of the pot. She took a sip directly, and then she was directly glared at by the cat's tongue.

Her eyes were widened, but the strong and delicious fragrance that exploded in her mouth made her reluctant to spit out this imported delicious food.

She was suffering and enjoying it at the same time, until after swallowing the mouthful of soup, she stuck out her tongue like a dog to let it cool.

"Can't you use some magic to protect your tongue?"

Dorothy on the other side said speechlessly.

The boiling hot soup just out of the pot is enough to burn a mortal's tongue, but it will not hurt the witch's body. However, just because she won't be hurt doesn't mean she won't feel hot.

If the witch's body is not blessed with magical power, its ability to sense various things will only be more acute than that of ordinary people. Therefore, things that ordinary people find spicy, hot, and refreshing will only be perceived more strongly and clearly.

Of course, it's just a feeling.

For example, if they are also burned by fire, both witches and mortals who have not used magic power will whine in pain, and even witches will scream louder, but mortals may have skin blisters or even scars, but witches also

It's just a loud voice, but actually the skin won't be hurt at all.

"No, using magic to protect it can shield the pain, but it will also dull the sense of taste, which is a waste of delicious food."

Regarding the house witch's suggestion, Wen Wen argued with reason, and then she held the bowl and blew air carefully, as if she wanted to cool down the fish soup.

Dorothy: "."

You idiot, we are witches, we can do magic, okay, you are still bragging.

While she was thinking this, a burst of cold air burst out from her hands, and this cold air spread to the bowl, instantly cooling the scalding fish soup to the perfect temperature for her mouth.

The otaku witch then happily enjoyed the delicious fish she had caught all day long.

Why didn't she catch this fish? Nonsense, fishing is such an inconvenience. Who stipulates that fish must be caught from the river? Why can't what she caught from other fishermen be considered fishing?

She was fishing with both the fish and the fish, and what matters is that only those who are willing to take the bait take the bait. This is the advanced realm of a fisherman. Anyone who understands understands it. If you don’t understand, you should reflect on whether your realm is not enough.

Anyway, it is really refreshing and wonderful to enjoy the joy of harvest after a tiring day.

Wen Wen: "."

The black-winged witch looked at the eldest lady across from her using ice magic to cool down, and then she suddenly realized.

Yes, I am a witch and can use magic.

Only then did she remember that she was an extraordinary person. There were countless ways to cool down a bowl of fish soup, but she really couldn't blame her. After all, the magic abilities of witches were almost entirely focused on fighting. In The Witch of the Forest,

Before the creation of the Life Magic series, few people thought of using magic in daily life.

It's all because of the blindness of inertial consciousness.

After waking up, Wen Wen actually wanted to imitate the eldest lady and use ice magic to cool down, but just when she was about to do it, she realized that she didn't seem to know the power of accurately cooling the fish soup.

If the fish soup is too cold, it will be very fishy and not delicious.

So the question is, should you risk losing a bowl of delicious food and try bravely, or should you be more conservative and continue to use your mortal mouth to perform stunts?

The black-winged witch pondered for a while, then silently continued to puff up her cheeks and start blowing.

"Huhu. Huh."

Dorothy: "."

"What do you know? If you cheat with magic, you will lose your soul. This is how good things should be enjoyed."

Noticing the way the eldest lady opposite looked at him like a fool, Wen Wen argued seriously.

It can only be said that she is worthy of being a professional journalist, and the nonsense that comes out of her mouth does not make her blush at all.

The otaku witch was a little speechless, but she didn't expose the senior's last stubbornness. She just reached out to the soup pot in front of her and cooled the remaining fish soup in the pot to the optimal drinking temperature.

Then she looked at the Soul Eater senior opposite, with a teasing smile.

Wen Wen: "."

The black-winged witch directly protected her mouth with magic power, then drank the bowl of fish soup in her hand that was still piping hot after blowing for a long time, and then poured herself another bowl without changing her expression.

It doesn’t matter if there is no soul, we journalists have always attached great importance to the spirit of seeking truth from facts.

Across from her, Dorothy smiled brightly, and above her head, the hat-wearing senior was secretly lowering her tentacles and directly reaching into the pot to eat frantically.

You ask why she doesn't eat it openly?

Haha, food is the most delicious when it is eaten secretly, okay, eating secretly is the real soul.

And when Wen Wen finished chewing the second bowl slowly and was ready to have another bowl.

Where is my fish soup? Where did my big pot of fish soup go?

The black-winged witch looked at the empty pot and doubted life for a moment.

"Okay, now that you've eaten and drank enough, it's time to go to work."

Dorothy, on the other hand, glanced angrily at the hat that was secretly burping on top of her head, then cast a cleaning spell to clean the pots and dishes and put them away, then stood up with her sword in hand.

She looked at the Japanese castle not far away, although it was not as majestic as the former castle tower, but it was still luxurious and huge.

There is the Lord's Mansion of this place that the little fishing witch mentioned before.

"You should exercise after meals to eliminate food."

In her eyes, the mark of the talisman flashed away. When she saw the evil spirit floating above the castle like dark clouds, she shook her head and her eyes gradually became cold.

"Ah, isn't it? Miss, are you serious?"

Seeing the actions of the house witch, Wen Wen became a little uneasy.

She originally thought that the eldest lady was just talking to the little fishing witch for fun, but she didn't expect that the eldest lady was really sincere and would really come to her if something happened.

"Are you really going to level that castle, just the two of us?"

The black-winged witch pointed at the heavily guarded Chinese mansion and asked.

Dorothy shook her head.

"Of course it's not the two of us."

But before Wen Wen could take a breath, she continued.

"It's me, you photographer, don't add drama to yourself."

Black Winged Witch: "."

"Then you are planning to use the power of the Inquisition?"

Wen Wen asked again.

If the eldest lady is acting as the Grand Inquisitor Clown, it would not be a big problem to take down this castle alone. After all, the spell slots of the Inquisition are real plug-ins.

"Senior, what are you talking about? We are filming Demon Shadow. Wouldn't it be a drama to have a trial court?"

Dorothy also looked at this senior sister speechlessly.

"Of course it's fine with the sword in my hand."

The house witch raised the red shadow demon sword in her hand and said so confidently.

"Then you're not fooling around? There are already more than a dozen great witches in this castle just from what I can sense. There is also a rookie who is estimated to have title-level strength, but neither of the two great witches like me is there. Go up and deliver it.

ah."

Wen Wen was also a little anxious.

There is no way, the photographer of this documentary is not invincible. She is a real war reporter. If the two sides really fight, the other party will not care whether she is an innocent photographer or not, they will only treat her as an accomplice of the young lady.

Let her chop it together.

It was okay to kill those ronin warriors before. After all, those ronin were really weak and could not threaten her as a photographer, but now this family is a Japanese Chinese stronghold, and the configuration inside is no joke. She is really

Can't stand it.

"My eldest lady, let's just take a picture of a ghost. Are we really risking our lives?"

She tried to persuade the eldest lady to change her mind.

"Senior sister, do you think I have been acting all this time?"

Dorothy didn't say much, she just looked at Wen Wen calmly and then asked.
To be continued...