Chapter 3 Any witch hunter has the right to kill her

Amy thinks that Sig said that she lifted his quilt, which was really a bit of shirking responsibility.

Sige was seen by her, and the responsibility lies with Sige.

In the afternoon, Amy just drank the cup of hot cocoa and felt excited. When she went upstairs, she happened to pass by the floor of Sig and suddenly teased him.

Amy has done a lot of this before, including but not limited to putting the caught lizard into Sig's water cup, stuffing a terrible toy into Sig's drawer, and digging out the hibernating frog and putting it on his bed...

Sig was never scared by her, but only warned her not to do such childish things next time. Amy would not listen, so she became worse and came every once in a while.

Several times, Sig said that she was a little harsher, and Amy would ask back, "Then why don't you lock the door?"

As long as Sig doesn't lock the door, Amy will continue to indulge.

Today, Sig didn't lock the door again. When Amy sneaked into Sig's room, Sig was already asleep.

She prepared a small cake with a special flavor for Sige, hoping that Sige could wake up and eat a little.

Putting down the white cream cake, Amy looked away and swept to the side of the bed.

One arm is exposed on the outside of the quilt, and the muscles of the big arm are slightly bulging, which looks strong and powerful.

When you get closer, the good smell of vine penetrates into the tip of your nose, which is the smell of ivy outside the hedge.

She couldn't help thinking whether it would scare Sig if she woke up Sige at this time and told him that she had become a witch.

Thinking so, he stretched out his hand.

Sig was very sensitive and noticed Amy's approach almost immediately.

The moment he suddenly opened his eyes, he almost scared Amy to death.

Amy subconsciously grabbed the corner of the quilt, and then saw Sig get up and sit up... During the whole process, Amy was sure that her hand had not taken an inch of the quilt at all.

It was Sieg who made the relative motion of an object to another object.

Afterwards, Sige gave her a rake, which made her suffer a lot.

Moreover, she didn't look much. She only remembered that there was a white bandage wrapped around Sige's tight lower abdomen.

He was injured.

Is the witch so powerful?

So will she be as powerful in the future?

Amy's thoughts flew as far as the moon, and it was not until Siger finished drinking the glass of wine that he came to his senses.

"Do you have a stomachache?" Amy remembered the loose bandages and asked him.

"I think you have a stomachache." Sig got up and poured a cup of hot water, put it in front of Amy, and said, "It's all ordinary food. It's not impossible to eat it in the future. Let Margaret cook whatever you like. Don't eat too much at once."

Amy whispered, "After I get married, I may not be able to eat it."

No family can support her like this.

Sige couldn't believe it: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Amy changed her words and said, "After I went to school, I can't eat."

Sig sneered a few times and immediately exposed: "You can skip class and come back to eat, just like this afternoon."

Sig picked up the newspaper and looked down. This was a tacit understanding between him and Amy for many years. If Sig didn't finish reading it, Amy would stay and chat with him until Sig finished reading the latest news.

Amy lowered her head and sipped the glass of hot water.

The warm water dispelled the stomachache.

The sound of the newspaper turning over sounded, and Sig occasionally shared a few social news with Amy and asked her opinion by the way.

"... What are your plans after graduation?"

In this era, the school's courses for girls focus on literature, reading and writing, arithmetic, sewing, etc., and all majors serve families.

Amy muttered, "It's only the first school year... After graduation, do you have any other choices besides getting married?

"Why not," Sig's expression was covered behind the newspaper. He quickly turned the page and continued, "You can not get married."

Amy added a sentence in her heart: You can also be a witch, and then at some point, you will be shot dead by the witch hunter.

Thinking of this, Amy trembled. She got up and went to Sig's side and sat down in the chair next to him.

"West... Gegege, I have a fiance. He is still waiting to marry me and will come to see me next month. Amy tried to give a hint, "I don't like him."

Siger received the signal and put down the newspaper in his hand.

Amy's mind is not difficult to guess.

"Daren, you are not the only one choice." He said.

"What do you mean?" Amy came closer, holding her chin with her hand, and tilted her head to ask Sig.

Sig's finger tapped the newspaper and said, "It means that I will arrange a banquet next month to invite some girls of suitable age. If Mr. Darren happens to like other people more, you will all be very happy--"

Amy suddenly sat up straight, clapped her hands, and applauded for Siger's arrangement: "Great, he won't like me."

"Of course, the banquet will also invite other boys," Sig's tone did not fluctuate at all. She told her, "If there is someone you like at school, shout together. As your elders, I have an obligation to take care of you."

Amy was stunned.

Elders? It's obviously a forced uplift.

You want to be an elder, right?

She said mercilessly, "I want to buy new clothes."

Sige frowned and said, "When won't you buy new clothes... Do you have anything you like? I mean your male classmate."

"The male students are busy gathering in secret to discuss how to execute witches, and they can't say a few words. There is nothing to buy in the countryside. I heard that a new store has opened in Manchester..." Amy answered two questions in one breath, mentioning the key things, "money--"

Sig interrupted her and signaled that she didn't have to say any more.

Amy didn't hesitate to see Sig take out a pack of checks from his coat pocket and swiped his name a few times.

Looking at the check handed over, Amy asked, "Aren't you afraid of my bankruptcy?"

"Buying clothes can make me bankrupt. It's useless for me as an elder." Sig said, "Singing from this month, the pocket money will double."

After this sentence, Sig folded the newspaper and put it on the table. Her eyes swept over the corner of the newspaper, where there was an eye-catching title, bold - Lancashire Daily News Guide: Will the witch who deliberately hide her identity do everything possible to be arrested and executed?

"Xi-ge-," Amy withdrew her gaze and shouted to him in a semi-coquettish tone, "If I find someone I like, you are so generous, can you two raise them together?"

"Dream, you are enough for me to worry about." Sige returned to her.

Sig put away the newspaper, which means that today's news reading is over.

But Amy's little plan has just begun.

Back in the room, Amy held the stack of checks, wrote 1 first, and then circled five zeros in a row.

100,000 pounds, according to purchasing power, is the 30 million in her previous world.

You can buy a few houses in the best city of the Dain Empire and live a worry-free life in the rest of your life.

Amy has more than that. Sig's father also moved to two stores under her name, in Manchester.

In addition, there are also monthly family trusts and pocket money given by Sig.

She plans to spend a little money and take a look at the stores she has never visited.

Holding the remaining check, Amy fell on the bed and announced to herself:

"The good days are coming to an end, Amy."

Money is not the biggest problem. Once she is found to be a witch, any witch hunter has the right to kill her.