She Is Not a Witch

In the next few weeks, these exchange students followed the old pastor to learn related knowledge, and gradually became familiar with life in the sanctuary.

　　 early morning.

　　 After a few students got up, they ran to the foot of the mountain to fetch water in the morning, and then transported the water to the water tank of the church on the hillside.

　　 Part of it will be used to water small crops planted aside, part of it will be boiled for drinking, and the rest will be used for washing.

　　 Wow——

　　 The clear water was poured from the bucket into the big tank, and there was a burst of reverberation. Seeing that the water tank was about to be full, the few people who poured water on the side also put down the bucket.

　　 "Well, that's it, let us take the rest." said a tall girl with blond hair and a single ponytail.

　　 The four boys put down the buckets and ran to rest. There were three girls left in the field. They would carry the remaining buckets to water and boil the water.

　　 After getting along for this period of time, several students carried out a simple division of labor. The boys were responsible for carrying water, and the girls were responsible for heating and watering.

　　 "Boli, go to boil the water, and Rohill and I will go to water it." The ponytailed girl continued.

　　 "Hmm." A little black-haired girl nodded, and then took away a bucket of water.

　　 The remaining three buckets of water were taken by Rohill and the girl to a small garden on the other side of the church, where some fruits and melons were grown for daily consumption.

　　 "I didn't expect Rohill to do this kind of work very well." The girl and Rohill walked on the path, and they talked.

　　The black turban slid, and Rohill looked at the girl in front of him, "I've seen an adult do it before, so understand a little bit."

　　 "Unexpectedly..." The girl rolled up the sleeves of the left and right hands to prevent getting wet, and walked to the small garden not far away with two buckets of water.

　　 "I always thought Rohill would be that kind of delicate girl, because everyone at school said that. I was worried that your body would not be able to bear it."

　　 The girl's name is Jelika, from Bridge Pier College. She is rare among exchange students and is not a student of Temple College. She is about 18 years old, and she is only as young as Heisen among the few people, and she feels like a big sister.

　　 "Does Rocher want to join the church in the future?"

　　 The two walked into the garden and began to water the crops, Jelica asked.

"probably not."

　　 Luo Xier stretched her hand into the cold water, lifted her fingers, and sprinkled the fine water drops on the green vines and crop roots. The drops of water fall into the soil, making its color a little darker.

　　 "Huh? I'm a little surprised." Zelika said as she stooped and sprinkled the water skillfully.

　　 "Because you have a great reputation in school, many teachers are optimistic about you taking this path."

　　 "Furthermore, the Angel Church is also the largest organization outside of the major countries. Although it needs to abide by some precepts, it is not like other countries. It has a lot of intrigue and is very suitable for you."

　　 Jelika said this as if to admonish her innocent sister.

　　 "I know, but I don't have that much pursuit of reputation and status. I guess I will return to my hometown after graduation."

"Do you live in seclusion in your hometown? This seems good. My dad said, if I don't perform well in school, let me go back and inherit the family farm." Zelika put down the bucket, pressed her waist, and looked at the sky. sun.

　　 "Where is Jelika's house?"

　　 "On the west side of Frost Rose, it used to be Verga's territory."

　　 "Well, I'm from a border in Crancia." The girl said so, and as she bent over to water, a few silver hair strands scattered from the turban.

　　 "Huh, it's almost there, we're here, we can put the bucket back." After Zelika finished speaking, she took away two buckets and left an empty bucket for Rosier.

　　 "Yeah." Luo Xier replied in a low voice, following the girl.

　　 After putting down the bucket, the two of them also started their free time. They sat on a big rock facing the sun to rest and continued the conversation.

　　 "Jelika is in the fifth grade, right?" Luo Xier asked.

"Yes, I was going to graduate directly this year, but my dad told me to come to the sanctuary to exercise, and he wanted to sharpen my arrogant character." After cleaning the rock, Jelika lay down directly with both hands. Open, looked at the sky and said, the golden single ponytail also fell on the blue-black stone.

　　 "Luo Xier, if you don't join the church, why do you come here as an exchange student?"

　　 "Because of my curiosity about knowledge, I want to know something. This may have something to do with my life experience." The girl said so.

　　 "Oh...Is that rumor true?" Jelika turned her head to look at the girl.

　　 "What rumor?"

　　 "Some students said that you are an angel reincarnated or born, but not many believers."

　　 "This..." Lorraine Hill really didn't know if it was.

　　According to current speculation, angels may be the product or transformation of ancient people, and they are ancient people. The relationship entanglement is still a cloud of fog.

　　 "I don't know." She could only answer like that, with a slight ending in her voice.

　　Since she woke up, she thought she was in another world, but she gradually let go of the past. But not long ago, she knew a lot of the truth. There may still be people of the same age or the same civilization in this world.

　　 This gave her a little hope and miss.

　　 There are some things, now that you know, you can’t ignore them.

　　 made her forget everything in the past, the rise and fall of once civilization, those familiar words, poems, stories, experiences, brilliance, etc. ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ she can't do it.

　　 is like the three problems in philosophy. If you don’t solve them, you will feel imitation and anxiety.

　　Who are you and where are you from? This has become a hurdle in my heart.

　　Why can I be reborn? Why is the existence like a **** giving me a new body, and what mission and expectations do I have on my back?

　　 She desperately wants to know.

　　 All this is the continuation of the Tinder plan, or another inadvertent miracle.

　　 If it is a certain mission and expectation, she has to judge by herself, whether this mission is worth achieving now. If all this is just an accident, she will be grateful, and then complete the fire project buried in the dust, once again ignite the civilization on the earth.

　　 "Don't you know..." Jelika murmured, looking at the blue sky.

　　 "Let's find it, just find the answer." She stretched out her hand and placed it in the center of her vision, looking at the sky through her fingers, as if she was about to hold the sky with her hand.

　　 "Come on, Rocher!"

　　 The girl sat up abruptly, then stretched out her hand to pull up Luo Xier who was sitting aside.

　　 "Let's go, let's go back, the nuns and aunts may have made breakfast. If you go late, you won't have to eat it, especially if you are so light, like cotton, you need to eat more."

　　 Lorrain Hill was dragged by the girl towards the church below the hillside, where a wisp of smoke rose and the smell of wheat came.