Chapter 684: Object for Sword Testing

Night fell. In a forest on a desolate mountain, the light of a campfire dispelled a small patch of darkness. Two witches were sitting by the campfire, watching the fish soup bubbling in a hanging pot over the fire.

Although it was camping in the wilderness, this pot of fish soup was exceptionally delicious, emitting an extreme aroma that could drift for ten miles.

"Wow, I didn't expect your skills, Big Sister, to be truly well-deserved. I heard you went to be a nutritionist for the Armament Club before, and I thought it was just a gimmick."

Wenwen sniffed the aroma in the pot, wiped the drool that had flowed out involuntarily from the corner of her mouth, and said this.

She had just watched the entire cooking process of this Big Sister. Clearly, everyone was using the same witch cooking magic, but the taste of this pot of fish soup in front of her was much fresher and more delicious than what she had made herself in the past.

And Dorothy nodded with satisfaction at the praise from this ignorant Senior. Then, she waved her hand gently, and invisible mana tentacles picked up the bowls and chopsticks on the side, then served two bowls of fish soup from the pot.

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

The Home Witch said thus.

And Wenwen reached out to take her bowl. She looked at the milky white, rich soup in the bowl, then couldn't care about the scalding heat that had just come out of the pot and took a mouthful directly. Afterward, with her cat-tongue attribute, she was directly scalded to the point of widening her eyes. However, the fierce freshness that exploded in her mouth made her reluctant to spit out the delicious food that had entered her mouth.

She was in pain while enjoying it, until after that mouthful of soup was swallowed, she then stuck out her tongue like a dog to cool it down.

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

Dorothy opposite said somewhat speechlessly.

The scalding soup that had just come out of the pot was enough to scald a mortal's tongue, but it wouldn't be enough to harm a witch's body. It's just that not being injured didn't mean not feeling the heat.

If a witch's body didn't activate mana reinforcement, her ability to perceive various things would only be more acute than a mortal's. Therefore, things that mortals felt were spicy, hot, or refreshing, they would only perceive more intensely and clearly.

Of course, it was just a feeling.

For example, if they were scalded by fire, both a witch without mana reinforcement and a mortal would cry out in pain, and the witch might even cry out louder. But a mortal might develop blisters on their skin or even leave scars, while the witches would just have loud voices; in reality, their skin wouldn't have any injuries at all.

"No, using mana to protect it, although it can block the pain, also makes the sense of taste dull, which wastes the deliciousness."

Regarding the Home Witch's suggestion, Wenwen argued thus, and then she held the bowl and carefully blew on it, seemingly wanting to let the fish soup cool down a bit.

Dorothy: "..."

*Damn idiot*, we are witches, we know magic, okay? And you're still blowing.

While thinking this in her heart, she simultaneously burst out a stream of icy cold energy from both hands. This cold energy was transmitted into the bowl, causing the scalding fish soup to instantly cool down to the best temperature for drinking.

The Home Witch then enjoyed the deliciousness of the fish she had fished for all day with satisfaction and comfort.

*What, this fish wasn't fished by her? * Nonsense, fishing is not such an inconvenient thing. Who stipulated that fish must be fished from the river? Why can't it be considered fishing if she fished it from other fishermen's hands?

She fished for both the person and the fish; what she emphasizes is that the willing take the bait. This is the profound realm of a fisherman. Those who understand, understand; those who don't, need to reflect on whether your realm is not high enough.

In any case, the joy of enjoying the harvest after a tiring day is truly comforting. *Delicious. *

Wenwen: "..."

The Black-Winged Witch looked at the Big Sister opposite using ice magic to cool it down and suddenly realized with a start.

*Oh right*, I'm a witch, I can use magic.

She then remembered that she was an extraordinary being. There were countless ways to cool down a bowl of fish soup, but this really couldn't be blamed on her. After all, witches' magic abilities were almost all pointed at combat. Before the Forest Witch pioneered the life magic series, really not many people thought of using magic in daily life.

It's all to blame on the inertia of consciousness being a leaf that blinds the eyes.

Wenwen, who had awakened, actually also wanted to learn from Big Sister to use ice magic to cool it down, but just as she was about to act, she found that she seemed not to know how much output force was needed for precise cooling of fish soup.

If this fish soup was too cold, it would be very fishy and not fresh.

So the question arises: is it better to risk losing a bowl of delicious food to try bravely, or to be conservative and continue with the mortal mouth-blowing stunt?

The Black-Winged Witch pondered for a long while, then silently continued to puff out her cheeks and blow.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Dorothy: "..."

"What do you know? Using magic to cheat has no soul. Good things should be enjoyed like this."

Noticing the gaze of the Big Sister opposite looking at her like a fool, Wenwen argued seriously.

It can only be said that she is worthy of being a professional news person; this kind of nonsense that comes out of her mouth doesn't make her blush or heart beat fast at all.

The Home Witch was a bit speechless, but she didn't expose this Senior's last stubbornness. She just reached out and tapped the soup pot in front of her, cooling the remaining fish soup in the pot to the best drinking temperature.

Then she looked at the Soul-Eater Senior opposite, her smile carrying teasing.

Wenwen: "..."

The Black-Winged Witch directly protected her mouth with mana, then drank the bowl of fish soup that had been blown for half a day and was still scalding, and then served herself another bowl without changing her expression.

*What soul or no soul*, we news people have always emphasized a spirit of seeking truth from facts.

Opposite, Dorothy's smile was bright, and above her head, Senior Hat was secretly lowering her tentacles, directly reaching into the pot to steal food frantically.

You ask why she doesn't eat it openly?

*Hehe*, food stolen is the most delicious, okay? Stealing food is the true soul.

And when Wenwen finished enjoying the second bowl slowly and was about 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.

"Alright, full and satisfied, it's time to work."

And Dorothy glanced at the hat above her head that was secretly hiccuping, then casually used a cleaning spell to clean the pot and bowls and put them away, then stood up with her sword.

She looked at the Japanese-style castle not far away, which, although not as majestic as the former Tenshukaku, was also luxurious and huge.

That was the lord's mansion in this area that the little witch who was fishing had mentioned before.

"After a meal, you should exercise to digest."

In her eyes, the imprint of a talisman flashed and disappeared. When she saw that evil energy like dark clouds was floating above the castle as expected, she shook her head, and her eyes gradually became cold.

"Ah, this, no way, Big Sister, are you for real?"

And seeing the Home Witch's actions, Wenwen became a bit uneasy.

She had thought that Big Sister was just playing around with that little fishing witch before, but she didn't expect Big Sister to be so sincere; if there's something, she really goes for it.

"Are you really planning to flatten that castle, just the two of us?"

The Black-Winged Witch pointed to the heavily guarded noble mansion and asked thus.

And Dorothy shook her head.

"Of course not the two of us."

But before Wenwen could breathe a sigh of relief, she continued.

"It's just me. You, a photographer, don't add scenes for yourself."

Black-Winged Witch: "..."

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

Wenwen asked again.

If Big Sister was in the identity of the Grand Inquisitor Joker, then taking down this castle alone wouldn't be much of a problem. After all, the Inquisition's spell slots were truly a cheat.

"Senior, what are you saying? We are shooting a magic film; if the Inquisition comes, wouldn't that be out of character?"

Dorothy also looked at this Senior speechlessly.

"Of course, it's enough to rely on this sword in my hand."

The Home Witch raised the Red Shadow Demon Sword in her hand and said confidently.

"Then aren't you just fooling around? In this castle, just what I sensed, there are already more than a dozen great witches, and there's one who is estimated to have the strength of a titled level. Just the two of us, neither of whom are great witches, are we going up to send ourselves to death?"

Wenwen was also a bit anxious.

There was no way; this documentary photographer didn't have invincible abilities. She was truly a war reporter this time. If the two sides really fought, the opposite side wouldn't care if she was an innocent photographer; they would just treat her as Big Sister's accomplice and cut her down together.

Cutting down those ronin samurai before was fine; after all, those ronin were truly weak and couldn't threaten her, this photographer. But now, this was the base camp of a Yingzhou noble; the configuration inside wasn't something to play with. She truly couldn't hold on.

"My Big Sister, we're just shooting a magic film; is it necessary to really risk our lives?"

She tried to persuade Big Sister to change her mind.

"Senior, do you think everything I've done along the way is acting?"

Dorothy didn't say much more; she just looked at Wenwen calmly and asked back.

"Uh, isn't it?"

The Black-Winged Witch also blinked, asking in confusion.

Dorothy: "..."

*Damn*, Senior, you don't give me face like this, making it very hard for me.

The Home Witch was a bit unable to hold on.

And just as she was about to reorganize her language to explain, she suddenly sensed something. Her brows furrowed, and then her figure flashed and disappeared from where she was.

Very quickly, Dorothy returned, but in her hand, she had an extra little witch who was struggling.

"It's you, why are you here?"

Wenwen recognized the little witch in Big Sister's hand. After all, the delicious fish soup she had just eaten was fished by her.

"It's you, Big Sisters."

And the little witch, who had originally thought she had been caught and was struggling frantically, recognized the identities of the two with the help of the campfire light. She immediately stopped struggling, and her eyes turned red.

"Big Sister, please, save my sister and everyone in the village."

The little witch wiped her tears while making this request.

Dorothy immediately furrowed her brows. She put down the little witch in her hand, then squatted on the ground, looking at this little witch at eye level, and asked softly.

"What happened? What happened to your sister and everyone in the village?"

"Sister and everyone were caught by the lord's people, saying that the villagers occupied the lord master's land. But that land was clearly what that 'Witch's Home' said they would allocate to us."

The little witch also tried hard to control her emotions as she recounted the course of events.

And hearing the little witch's words, Dorothy's face became even gloomier.

Sure enough, before clearing out the tumor that was the nobles, the Yingzhou witches shouldn't think about living a good life.

She had originally wanted to be gentler and use the method of demolition to peacefully warn those nobles, but these guys who lived quite well were indeed afraid of power but not grateful for virtue.

Peaceful demolition couldn't save this Yingzhou Continent. If they wanted the commoners of the Yingzhou Continent to truly stand up, they could only carry out a thorough land revolution.

*Beat the nobles, distribute the land. *

The Home Witch took a deep breath, then slowly looked at the little witch in front of her and said as gently as possible.

"It's okay, with me here, you go back to the village first. Your sister and everyone in the village will be back soon."

She said thus.

And after hearing this, the little witch stopped crying. She opened her eyes wide and looked at the Big Sister in front of her, then fell silent for a while.

"Big Sister, you won't lie to me, right?"

"Of course not, Big Sister never lies."

Dorothy answered seriously.

"Then let's hook pinkies. Those who lie must swallow a thousand needles."

The little witch extended her little finger. In a child's world, this was already the most solid contract.

"Hmm, those who lie swallow a thousand needles."

Dorothy also extended her little finger and made a contract with the little witch.

After hooking pinkies, the little witch finally breathed a sigh of relief. She then left, looking back every three steps.

And the Home Witch didn't linger. She directly carried her sword and flew toward the Japanese-style castle not far away.

Only the Black-Winged Witch was left behind, feeling conflicted. She reached out, wanting to persuade Big Sister to calm down again, but looking at the little witch who hadn't gone far, Wenwen really couldn't open her mouth.

"Forget it, not going to shoot such a big play isn't being a news person. Anyway, I'm fast; it won't be too late to run if I see the situation is bad later."

The Black-Winged Witch gritted her teeth and then flapped her wings to chase after her.

And inside the castle not far away, although it was night, the castle was brightly lit. A group of samurai were surrounding a group of villagers who had been tied up with evil smiles.

"Master Kameda, it's this group of bold unruly commoners who actually dared to occupy your fields."

A samurai said to an ugly witch with a fat head and big ears sitting on the main seat.

And the master, who was dressed gorgeously but had a face full of flesh, was also squinting her small eyes to size up the shivering villagers below and smiled with disdain.

"Then give these unruly commoners a lesson first, and let them remember clearly who is the master in this vicinity."

"*Hehe*, I can't do anything to that Battousai, but I can't deal with this group of unruly commoners?"

Master Kameda took a sip of tea and then ordered casually.

Immediately, the Kameda family samurai, who had been waiting for a long time on the side, revealed lewd smiles. They looked at the group of villagers who had lost their ability to resist. Some samurai waved the whips in their hands, emitting the sound of sonic booms.

"Where is Ikumi? Why isn't she here? She likes watching executions the most on weekdays."

Master Kameda thought of her daughter and asked thus.

"Reporting to Master, Big Sister went out to find someone to test her sword today. She just got a good sword."

The samurai on the side said hurriedly.

"Is that so? It's a good thing my child is so diligent. It's just a pity that there are so many targets for sword testing in front of me now, but Ikumi isn't here. Forget it, leave them a breath. When my Ikumi comes back, I want to compare with her whose sword skills are better. Let's compare cutting off a few targets with one sword."

Master Kameda said thus.

However, just as she finished speaking, an object flew toward her in the air at high speed.

This Master Kameda squinted her small eyes, and then her fat body moved at a high speed inconsistent with her body shape. A sword light flashed, and the unknown object was cut in two by her with one sword.

"Who is it? Actually daring to be so..."

She had just wanted to shout thus, but before she finished speaking, she suddenly widened her eyes, looking at the thing on the ground that had been cut into two sections by her.

That was a corpse, the corpse of a young and beautiful witch.

"Ikumi, my Ikumi..."

Master Kameda's huge body trembled and knelt on the ground. The layers of fat on her body were all rippling non-stop. She looked at the corpse on the ground in disbelief, and then her eyes turned blood-red.

"Who is it? I want you to die."

Terrifying mana burst out from her body, causing even the heavens and earth to change color.

And the master, who was already as ugly as a pig, was even more ferocious at this moment. That scarlet gaze was ready to devour people; just looking at it made one's heart chill.

But in this terrifying top-level great witch's pressure, one person walked over slowly.

"Master has good sword skills, a clean and neat cut in two. It's just that I don't know if you are satisfied with the feel of this sword-testing target?"

The cold swordsman smiled thus.

"Thief, how dare you! Die..."

When had the master, who had been acting domineering for a long time, ever been provoked like this? She roared, and then her huge body had already rushed toward this cold swordsman.

But the swordsman, seeing this, just slightly drew the sword in her hand, and in the sky, the originally bright moon was again covered by dark clouds, and the earth fell into darkness.

In this darkness, the sound of a dragon roar that shook the heavens and earth arose.

"Awaken, Red Shadow Evil Dragon sleeping in the depths of the blood sea. The time of gluttony has arrived."

Qian Bao is in Bankai...

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 685 =====