Kill American Terror, Starting from the Witches’ Coven

in a hospital ward.

Just as Robb was enjoying Zoe's meticulous care, a sudden exclamation sounded:

"What pure love!" It reminds me of when I was younger.

Robb and Zoe were startled, and looked in the direction of the voice, and at some point there was an extra orange long-haired woman wearing a shawl dress, long lace gloves, and a noble lady on the ward seat.

"Which one are you?" Zoe stood up and asked the strange woman politely.

"Me? And Zoe you are the same kind. You can call me Myrtle Myrtle The woman, Myrtle took off her sunglasses and introduced herself with a smile.

"Kind?" Thinking of what her mother said earlier, Zoe was surprised, "You... Is it a witch? "

My dear, you should have asked 'Are you a witch too?'" Now you are one of us.

Myrtle got up and walked over, and in Zoe's discomfort, he stroked her face as if admiring a beautiful painting, and said

, "After the council received your mother's letter, I rushed over immediately." Nowadays, there are fewer and fewer girls awakening Salem's bloodline. Each discovery is significant good news for the Council.

"Zoe, are you ready? Travel to New Orleans and join where you truly belong.

When Zoe heard this, she first glanced at Robb, who had been quiet since Myrtle appeared, and then faced Myrtle and shook her head: "No! I don't want to go to New Orleans, I'm going to stay here!

Myrtle smiled lightly, sighed slightly, and said, "Honey, this is not something you want to do or not." The Council has a responsibility to keep every witch safe. Although it is not the Middle Ages, the persecution of witches has always existed. Just a few days ago, a girl who, like you, awakened the power of witches was burned alive by a group of fools as a devil. Zoe, you don't want to end up like this. In addition..." Speaking

of this, Myrtle suddenly looked at Robb on the hospital bed, and said with surprise on his face: "Not everyone can climb back from the underworld as lucky as your little boyfriend. Zoe, you need to learn to control your power. Am I right, the boy named Robb? "

Yes... Oh, yes. Facing the real witch's gaze, Robb, who had been volunteering to act as a background wall before, forced a smile.

The first time he saw Myrtle he recognized him.

After all, her myrtle costume is too conspicuous.

It is precisely because he recognized the identity of the other party that Robb has been quietly being a beautiful man.

With his small arms and legs, he doesn't want to fight with a group of witches with brain problems.

Although Zoe was a little touched by his reluctance to go to the witch academy for his own sake, he preferred that this feeling did not exist.

Especially now that Myrtle seemed to dissect a corpse, staring at him with curious eyes.

"I am well aware of the Benson family's witch abilities. Never in history has there been a case of being injured and surviving. I have to say, Robb, you give me another surprise. Myrtle smiled at Robb.

Robb's face moved unnaturally: "Should I say it's an honor?"

"Of course. Coming alive from a mortal situation, Robb, your vitality is commendable. If I hadn't discovered that you had wizard bloodline in your body, I would have thought you were an unawakened male witch." But after all, you are different from ordinary people.

Myrtle glanced meaningfully at Robb, then turned to Zoe and said, "Honey, I know you can't bear your little boyfriend." In this way, Sparting, the housekeeper of the boarding school, is old and needs a successor. Since your little boyfriend knows that witches exist and is a little special himself, let him go to New Orgol with you. Zoe

was happy, as long as she didn't separate from her boyfriend, the result was also good.

Heartwarmed, she immediately looked at Robb.

Robb only felt a tingling in his scalp.

Let him live with a bunch of witches? Still going to be a valet waiting for people?

NO！！！

Robb shook his head and said, "I'm not going!"

He looked at Zoe, who looked disappointed, and said with an "affectionate" look: "Zoe, Ms. Myrtle is right. As a witch, you need to go to your companions. This is not only for your safety, but also for you to better assume the status of a witch. When you graduate from school, it's never too late to come back. Feel relieved! I will always wait for you! Although

it is very likely that Zoe will find another love, Robb is still willing to let go for the sake of his own life.

Q: How to stay out of danger in a world familiar with the story.

A: Of course, far from the protagonist.

Robb is ready to go to the Celestial Empire.

With his fluent English, he can find a good job there.

"Robb!!"

At the same time, hearing Robb say this, the disappointment on Zoe's face instantly turned into emotion.

Just as she was about to pounce again and express her love to Robb, Myrtle interrupted: "Mr. Robb, I am not asking for your opinion. For the Council, in order to protect the safety of witches, outsiders are not allowed to know of our existence.

Robb's heart tightened, and he forced a smile: "The witch should be able to make potions." Is there that kind of medicine that makes people forget things? I'm willing to have a drink.

"Of course there is. It's just that by the way, the brain of the drug drinker will be stirred into an idiot.

"Then forget it."

Robb, who did not want to be a later Ababa, immediately shook his head.

"Is there really no room for negotiation?"

"Yes, too. First, Robb, you take the initiative to go with us. Well..."

Myrtle clapped his hands, and in the next second, two strong men wearing black suits and black sunglasses walked in.

"Just let them take you away."

Myrtle undoubtedly blocked all of Robb's retreats.

Looking at the strong man whose arms were thicker than his thighs, Robb sighed, sensibly recognized the reality, and no longer resisted:

"I'd better take the initiative to go."

"My dear, I thought about it seriously again, and I still don't feel very worried that you go to a strange city alone. Let me be by your side for the rest of the day.

"Dear Robb..."

Boom~boom~

The train to New Orleans roared.

No matter what the world, America's train is difficult to say.

Robb, who was constantly shaking all the way, did not sleep.

Zoe, who was used to all this, put her head on his shoulder and fell asleep with a sweet smile on her face.

Robb picked up his cheap girlfriend who was about to fall back, then looked at Myrtle and the men in suits sitting on the other side of the aisle, and closed his eyes.

It's not about closing your eyes.

Instead, in the mind, staring at a book that shouldn't be here.

The moment he broke the shackles before him and opened his mouth to Zoe's mother and daughter, a picture of a book appeared in his mind.

Over the years, what began as a simple outline gradually transformed into substance.

At that moment, not long after closing his eyes, the book finally completed its final stroke.

"This is..."

Looking at the full appearance of the book in his head, Robb's face was full of surprise.