Chapter 9 He told her to stop moving

The two shops that Amy inherited from Mr. Furth are also in the central area of Manchester.

A clothing store, a jewelry store.

Both stores are in good business condition, and the annual profit is on Amy's private account in Manchester.

Amy went to the jewelry store first, picked a pair of shiny earrings for Len, and picked a pair of jewel cufflinks for Sig, and then rushed to the clothing store.

"Wow, Amy, this earring looks like mine... Hahaha."

Lun stopped halfway through his words, happily took the pair of earrings, and compared them on the side of his ear.

The earrings are ring-shaped purple, which is very similar to Lun's French seal. Amy specially chose it.

After chatting for a while, Amy went to try on the clothes at the breakup party with her fiance.

The purple satin is decorated with white beads and tulle, and the soft curve is in a state of hiding, which is much bolder than Amy usually wears.

She turned around in front of the mirror, looked sideways at the skirt behind her, and then asked about what she cared about.

"Len, does the Witch Academy agree to visit me?"

Lun Zhizhi: "The principal said... Don't accept foreign witches, unless you are willing to officially join us and become a student of the Witch Academy.

Amy sighed, "I don't want to be a witch. I can't join. I just want to know how witches live."

How can I live safely, and is there any way not to be this annoying broken witch?

"Ah, I understand, Amy," Lun said. "You don't have to go to college. I'll take you to see the traditional activities of witches, so that you know our life."

Amy's eyes lit up and she was in good spirits.

Lunyo, she met at No. 1 Lily Street that night.

In order to watch the witches' activities at night, Amy chose a men's clothing in the store that she would not usually wear, but it was convenient to run around before going home.

She needs to persuade Sig to agree to her going out at night.

As soon as I got home, a strong smell of alcohol came to my face, and it smelled very strong.

Following the taste of wine into the restaurant, Amy looked in the direction of the back chef.

The taste came from the back kitchen.

Amy was a little surprised and stopped. Sige drinks alcohol in moderation, this taste... It's not that Sig likes brandy from Burgundy. Moreover, Sig doesn't hide in the back kitchen to drink some wine, but the family is full of maids. Who else besides Sig--

Amy went around the back kitchen and saw the older maid Jerma drunk at a glance, and waved her hand randomly to persuade Joan to have a drink.

Joan looked coerced. After only drinking a small sip, she was choked by the liquor. She blushed and couldn't stop coughing, and Jerma laughed beside her.

Amy cleared her throat and knocked on the wooden door of the back kitchen. They turned their heads together. Germa's smile was frozen on her face. Joan forced herself to cough gently.

Jerma, who seemed to be struck by lightning, got up and explained, "Miss Amy, I'm really sorry. I bought the wine myself. Seeing that you and the young master went out, I thought you were going to play outside all day."

Amy heard the key message and asked, "Is Sig also out?"

"Ah, yes, Master Siger said that there will be a joint hunt tonight... Well, it should be this word."

Seag is not here, and Amy is so happy.

Jerma asked Amy what she wanted to eat for lunch, and they were going to prepare it now.

Amy casually said a few dishes and called Joan away alone. After a few words of threat, the poor girl helped her get the key to the door and agreed to help her let the air at night.

That night, Amy sneaked to No. 1 Lily Street without knowing it.

When she arrived, she found that Lily Street was just a small narrow alley, in the back street of a row of restaurants. The street was greasy and dirty, which was the opposite of the name.

Near midnight, the red moon hung in the air, and the streets were foggy, blurring Amy's vision.

The empty and dark street began to rotate, and a whirlpool appeared out of thin air. The cat on the corner called twice, and then Amy's vision regained clarity.

After the whirlpool disappeared, five or six people came out of it. The person in the front had red hair, and Amy saw the purple-haired Lun between them.

The red-haired witch ordered: "Prepare according to your position, and the practical class will begin soon."

Then her red eyes swept to Amy with deep eyes.

"Lun, you are responsible for the people you bring. If you die, your score will be 0 this semester."

After saying that, the red-haired witch disappeared into the street, and the other witches also disappeared.

Lun ran over and pulled Amy, and the purple seal lit up. When Amy reacted again, the person was already standing on the roof.

"Who was that just now? Red-haired." Amy asked, and she felt like she had seen it somewhere.

"Grea, her code name is G among witches. Witch G is the oldest witch who has not gone crazy yet." Lun answered.

Amy became interested: "The first letter of the name? Then I, I should be witch A."

Len pulled Lami and hid behind the chimney on the roof: "Hahaha, believe me, you don't want this kind of code. Only the witches chased by the damn witch hunters have the code."

Amy shut up.

Damn it, she just cursed herself.

I also think it is an extremely handsome code name.

"Lun..."

"Shh, look, Amy."

Amy looked in the direction of Lun's finger. At the end of the dirty Lily Street, two figures appeared.

They held wine bottles in their hands and walked swayingly, and the shadows followed crookedly, twisting together in the dark and dirty streets.

A short man burped and said, "Yo... I wish I could be as lucky as you and come out to drink every day.

After a sarcastic smile, another tall man said, "Witches, as long as you are willing to take them in and help them hide their identities, they will be grateful to help you wash, cook and weave for 20 hours to make money, and sell them to witch hunters for a reward before they go crazy, and they will make a steady profit."

The tall man showed a subtle smile, and then took out a piece of gold from his chest. The short man came over and took a look, with an envious look on his face.

"So, did you sell your wife to a witch hunter?" The short man stretched out his hand to touch the golden gold.

"Hey, don't say that. How can it be sold? It's obviously a just report." With that, the tall man quickly stuffed the gold back into his pocket.

He walked forward by himself. After a few steps, he found that the short man was not keeping up.

"Brother, aren't you going to the next place?" The tall man turned around and asked.

"No, no, the next place is too fucking dead. You can go by yourself." The short man waved his hand and took a few steps back.

"You should die after watching a strip? Ha, the girl in that club is very energetic. If you don't want to go, forget it--" The tall man pouted, as if he was reminising something, and turned around and continued to move forward alone.

The shock happened in a moment.

The red light flashed, and a round thing hit the ground, rolled into the dirty puddle on the side of the street, swayed and stopped.

The tall and thin figure still stood in the middle of Lily Street. The most important part of his body was missing, and he was already stiff.

The short man's legs trembled a little, but he did not run away and looked at the red-haired witch who appeared out of thin air. A piece of gold was thrown from the witch's hand, taken out of the clothes of the tall man who had just died, and it was still stained with blood.

The short man took the gold with his weak legs. He didn't dare to look at it again. He stuffed it into his arms and ran out of the alley in a panic.

Amy watched the bloody whole process and heard their conversation.

"Lun, is this the witch's activity you mentioned?" Amy can't fully understand, "I know he made a mistake. Why don't you hand him over... Well, what about the Sheriff's Office in Manchester?"

"What did he do wrong, Amy? It is not illegal to execute a witch. When it comes to the Public Security Bureau, the old men will only praise him for doing a good job, and the girl who helps to report the crime will be detained as a witch. Lun said, "This is the life of our witch and... Witches help each other."

"Can--"

Amy wanted to say something more. A sudden whistle sounded, and Lun's face changed greatly.

"The witch hunter is coming, Amy, follow me."

Amy was taken to the next place by Lun in a trance.

They kept moving in the huge blocks of Manchester, and the brightness of the purple French seal grew from strong to weak, but the dog barking in the depths of the dark streets was not interrupted.

It's a witch hunter's hound.

In my memory, Sig also had a few dogs. Because Amy was afraid of dogs, Sig put the dog in a nearby farmhouse and no longer took it home.

The hound's voice was getting closer and closer, and Len's witchcraft was getting weaker and weaker, which made Amy feel that she and Len seemed difficult to escape.

"Lun, you put me down on the street in front of me, and I'll find a way to go home by myself." Amy said.

"No, what should you do if they find out?" Len pulled her and walked through another block.

"I haven't appeared in front of witch hunters. As long as I don't say anything, who can know that I'm a witch?"

Lun was still hesitating. Amy let go of Len's hand when she opened the next magic array, turned to the street corner where the lights were still on, and ran a few steps fast.

There were still shops open on the street Amy entered. She walked indifferently and happened to pass a bakery.

In the glass window, there is the leftover bread for sale, and there is a small sign of "Today's Discount" hanging next to the bread.

Like an ordinary guest shopping at night, she stopped in front of the window and looked at the large piece of cold rye toast inside.

The barking of the dog in the distance stopped. Suddenly, a cold muzzle was against Amy's back waist. Amy felt that she had become the toast in her eyes - cold and stiff.

"Don't move." The person behind said to Amy.