"By the way, have you figured out what happened to Old Fulin?"
Reynolds frowned. "We've investigated. Old Fulin's father was killed by a beast when he left the village when he was a child. A few years later, his mother also died of illness. He and Liang were childhood sweethearts, and he only had two or three real friends. But we couldn't get anything out of them, and we didn't find any clues. I sent two people to keep an eye on them. "
"The well … It's also possible that Old Fulin saw it secretly from somewhere."
"Well, you must inform me if there's any news. And that well, be sure to keep an eye on it. "
"Yes!"
The small figure outside the side hall heard the end of the discussion between the two and hurriedly hid behind the big barrel that usually held the grain pile.
The sky was gray, and Reynolds was also in a hurry. He didn't notice that there was a petite figure hiding behind the grain pile.
Reynolds left, and Townsend's thoughts surged. Old Fulin was taller than him, but in terms of combat power, he was a joke. After the sacrifice, he ran out of the village and got a fresh front leg of a low-level monster from outside. This was impossible for the old Fulin.
Carrying something in the middle of the night and sneaking to the well? What did he bring? If he could get the front leg of a monster, it shouldn't be a big problem for him to get the monster's blood.
If so …
Townsend returned to the house. Ling was not in good health recently and had already fallen asleep. Ying, dressed in a substitute witch costume, knelt beside him as if she knew he was coming.
"Brother, I couldn't communicate with the Fox God."
"It's okay, take your time."
Townsend came to Ying and rubbed her beautiful pink hair with his hand. "Prepare a substitute witch costume for me tomorrow. I'll also worship the Fox God."
Worshipping the Fox God while wearing a witch costume was a test. Just like before, when the three of them went to the temple to pray for seven days, as long as there was no disaster during these seven days, it meant that the Fox God acquiesced to this behavior.
Waiting for Townsend to worship, if there was a disaster during these seven days, Townsend could only choose to worship. But the candidate for worship was definitely not Ying or Ling!
Otherwise … he would take Ying and Ling to live in the big city and let that group of people fend for themselves!
Did they really think that the patrol team could protect them? Townsend, who had been hunting monsters with the patrol team these days, had also seen the upper limit of the patrol team.
Once a powerful monster came, they would not be able to resist at all. They could only rely on the protection of the Shrine Witches in the village.
After making up his mind, Townsend fell into a deep sleep.
In his dream, he once again dreamt of that magical alternate world. The humans in the alternate world used their mortal bodies to control the Mandate of Heaven. He seemed to be able to control lightning and rain as if he was omnipotent.
They even had powerful weapons that could move mountains and burn seas!
The gods of that era were just a form of faith without any supernatural powers.
It made sense. Humans could already control "Extraordinary powers". Why would they need gods? Offering sacrifices like they did? Wouldn't that mean there was something wrong with his head?
Townsend looked forward to it.
Early in the morning, when the sky was still bright, Townsend got up to take a bath.
Yesterday, Irene had taken out a suitable substitute witch uniform to dry in the sun. Today was the perfect day for Townsend to wear it.
After taking a bath, Townsend first went to the side hall where the spirit sword was enshrined. Then, he returned to the house and looked at the witch uniform that Ying had already prepared for him. The corners of his eyes twitched unnaturally.
He sighed. Anyway, this was not the first time he had worn it. When he was young, his mother had worn the small witch uniform for him more than once.
First, it was a black lining that extended all the way to the neck. It was similar to a turtleneck sweater in the alternate world, but it was more like an assassin's mask. When pulled up, it could cover half of the face.
Townsend obediently put on the black lining. The lining was strange. It retained the turtleneck, but it did not extend over the arms at all.
Next, it was a pure white top that also looked like a vest. However, this "vest" was crisscrossed in front, giving off a very comfortable sense of beauty. The shoulder blades of the "vest" and the huge opening in front of the neck were all well hidden by the black lining. Not a trace of skin was exposed.
Next, it was a dark cherry short skirt with purple lines dividing it into a checkered pattern.
Townsend put it on without hesitation.
When Ying saw this, she stepped forward and took out a wide waistband made of red fabric and wrapped it around the skirt and top. Then, she took out a wide black and white rope and tied it to the waistband. She pulled it back and tied a huge bow behind the waist.
Then, it was two white stockings that reached the knees. There were red lines on the top.
Townsend did not have any objections to this. He had once heard that this thing was worn by men in the beginning. It seemed to have the function of keeping people warm.
"Wait!"
Ying, who was standing in front of Townsend, was taken aback. She asked in confusion, "What's wrong, Brother?"
Townsend touched the fabric of the white stockings and said hesitantly, "Won't it be too hot to wear this today? And this black lining. "Townsend tugged at his collar again." Just now, I feel a stuffy heat. "
Unexpectedly, Ying, who had always been obedient, turned serious.
"Brother, you are praying to the Fox God. You have to wear something more formal. After praying, no one will question you even if you take off all your clothes and behave atrociously in the courtyard. "
Townsend looked embarrassed as he tugged at the stockings in Ying's hands. "Alright, alright. I got it. I'll wear it, okay?"
The two knee-high white stockings wrapped tightly around his legs, making Townsend feel particularly uncomfortable. He was used to wearing loose clothes, and this thing was too tight. It was not comfortable at all.
Townsend tugged at the white stockings, and the white stockings bounced back onto the tender white skin of his legs with a "snap".
"Brother, the Alternate Witch Uniform and even the Witch Uniform are definitely the best fabric that the village can provide."
Townsend rolled his eyes. "Alright, what else?"
"There are also sleeves."
Townsend looked at the two relatively loose strips of cloth that Ying handed over and could not help but complain, "This is superfluous. It's better to just extend the top to the arms."
"Brother," Irene said seriously, "They are made of different materials."
He had already put on the stockings, so these loose sleeves were a piece of cake. Townsend quickly tightened the straps around the sleeves' wrists.
Irene blinked and said with a smile, "Brother, is the Alternate Witch Uniform comfortable?"
Townsend felt the smoothness of the sleeves' silky material rubbing against his skin. Surprisingly, it felt pretty good.
Townsend nodded. "It's very convenient. It's also very neat in battle. It would be even better if I could remove the stockings. I still doubt its practicality. This thing should only be worn in winter to keep you warm. "
"It's very comfortable ~" Irene stepped forward and hugged Townsend. "You'll get used to it after a while."
Her little nose twitched, and a faint cherry blossom fragrance drifted into his nostrils.
"Brother, did you go to the side hall where the spirit sabers are enshrined again?"
"Yes, I went there after bathing. It's more reassuring to see it."
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