Reborn As a Pirate

　　 The girl's name is Noya, Noya Sara, a fortuneteller, thaumatologist, violinist, dancer, and a witch...

　　 Listening to this brilliant and peculiar resume, and then looking at this timid and tearful petite girl, Lorraine felt a pain in his brain.

　　 They seem to have a great event...

　　To the blessing of the Dominican monks Klamath and Splenger, the term witch is famous in the Catholic world.

In the middle of the fifteenth century, the haze of the Black Death still permeated the corners of the European continent. A hundred years of recuperation was not enough to bring this wounded land back to life. The reality of lack of medical treatment and medicine constantly reminds people. When the next Black Death came, they were still powerless.

　　 At that time, a group of women wandered in the mainland in the name of fake ghosts and gods. Because they knew little about medicine and were willing to treat the poor people, they soon gained the love and admiration from all walks of life.

　　 They are honored as "Witches".

　　 This irritated the church forces at the time, because most of the witches were heretics, or for the sake of livelihood and mystery, they deliberately concealed their beliefs and pretended to be heretics.

　　 In order to maintain their dominance in the secular world, the church began to launch discrediting propaganda against them.

　　 This kind of propaganda reached its climax in 1484.

Klamath and Splenger obtained a large number of "iron evidences" by false accusations, intimidation, rumors, torture and other despicable methods. After sorting and editing, they formed a system for the identification, cracking and trial of witchcraft, and the book was called "The Witch". The strange book of "The Hammer".

　　 This book officially separates [Witch] from the category of traditional pagans, making it synonymous with evil, terror, curse, and plague.

　　People panicked. Under the instigation of the church, the entire Catholic world set off a vigorous [Witch Trial] movement that lasted for three centuries.

　　 According to incomplete estimates, at least 100,000 innocent women have died tragically in this crazy scam.

　　 Even to this day, Lorraine can occasionally hear news about fire torture from other people’s conversations, but most of the area has been limited to inland villages where the people’s wisdom is difficult to open and the news is blocked.

　　It can be said that the persecution of witches by the believers of God is heavy, and the fear of them is so deep.

　　 And there is a real witch...

　　 Just now, she used the purple crystal ball in her pocket to charm a killer into her protector, until Henna fell from the sky and cracked the mysterious witchcraft...

　　 Lorraine was very curious about the scientific principles contained therein, but night was approaching, and the back alley full of Roma at the moment did not look like a suitable place for science.

　　 He pondered for a moment.

　　 "Miss Noah Sara..."

　　 "Yes..." Noya's voice was soft.

　　 She stood opposite Lorraine, twisted her sleeves, at a loss, like a little girl who was afraid of life, not a sky knight who could chase Quidditch on a broomstick.

　　 Lorraine narrowed his eyes and said solemnly: "Miss Sara, can you ride a broomstick?"

"Eh?"

　　...

　　 It's a pity that Noya can't ride a broomstick.

　　 Not even a broomstick, she has never ridden a horse in her life, only a caravan.

　　 Lorraine's interest in her has disappeared by more than half.

　　Because even Kiki who delivers the courier can ride a broomstick, then a witch who can't ride a broomstick must be a fake witch.

　　 As for why she can use a crystal ball to let her opponents smear her liver and brain, and die...

　　 Lorraine guessed that it might be related to some kind of technical variant of deep psychological suggestion. Although it looks mysterious, it is not worth the fuss.

　　 Miss Witch who can't ride a broomstick can only be regarded as a passerby to Lorraine. Now that Henna's sense of justice has been satisfied, it is natural for the two sides to separate.

　　 Out of the back alley, Lorraine stroked his chest to bid farewell to Noah, holding Hina to continue the journey, preparing to return to the ship to plan tomorrow's kidnapping.

But…

　　 As he walked, Lorraine stopped.

　　 "Meow..."

　　 As he walked, Lorraine looked back.

"gentlemen…"

　　 Noya and White ears lowered their heads, and followed Lorraine five meters away with their sleeves, neither chasing nor staying away.

　　 Lorraine walks faster, she walks faster.

　　 Lorraine walks slower, she walks slower.

　　 Lorraine stopped, and White Ear called.

　　 Lorraine turned around, and Noah began to cry...

　　Miss Witch cried very skillfully, not rolling around, but sobbing silently.

　　 The big teardrops rolled and rolled in the long and bright eyes, and they would never fall, causing her eyes to lose their miserable, tearful and pitiful state for a moment.

　　 Henna tilted her head and frowned: "Lorraine, isn't it..."

　　 "She is a witch, and we have Pierce and Keren on board."

　　 "But there is no one on board..."

　　 "She is a witch, and she has never been to sea or sailed."

　　 "There are mice on board..."

　　 "She is a witch, and White Ear is just a lazy cat who only eats and waits to die, and only sells cute cats. I don't think it can take on the heavy task of catching mice."

　　 "I can teach it..."

　　 Lorraine hung a black thread on his forehead.

　　 He suddenly remembered that Henna could really catch mice like a real cat, because this was originally one of the daily trainings of cat fighting.

　　 Lorraine couldn't help being caught in a dilemma: "Henna, tell me the truth, is it because of people or cats that you insist on doing so?"

　　 Henna's green eyes flashed: "There is a black cat by your brother, and you should have one too."

　　 "I said I am not your brother."

　　 "I know, so you should have one too."

crazy!

Lorraine paused anxiously on the handle of the umbrella, and took a deep breath: "Henna, if you want a black cat, after we get through Viscount Alfonso, I can accompany you to the market to find one. We still Is it okay to focus on the Viscount?"

　　 "That..." Noya half hidden in the shadow raised his hand timidly, "Sir, are you talking about Viscount Alfonso of Bermeo? Viscount Sacelica Alfonso?"

　　 The good fortune of the black cat came so silently.

The Romani tribe is a peculiar Roma tribe. In the memory of four generations, they began to wander west from Minsk in the Republic of Poland. They once believed in Orthodox, Catholic, and Protestant churches, and then returned to Spain. The embrace of Catholicism.

　　 This is the standard Roma belief model, which is like duckweed. As long as the hostility around them can be reduced, they can be devout believers.

　　 But there is no doubt that they are believers of God.

As a group of God believers who are proficient in divination, they are very marketed in the circle of noble women in Spain. They often go to the city of XX at the recommendation of Mrs. XX to practice divination for Mrs. XX, and earn a short-term foothold. And considerable commissions.

　　 This is the same in Bermeo.

　　 Madame Alfonso lost her fertility due to illness. Viscount Alfonso had been childless for a long time, and fell in love with his beautiful country cousin accidentally.

　　 Out of desire for children and worries about marriage, Mrs. became superstitious. She heard the name of the Romsala Department under the introduction of her best friend, and then invited them to Bermeo, hoping to find a way to solve the dilemma through tarot divination.

　　 However, the Romsala Department had an accident on the way.

　　 Their witch, Noah's mother died.

　　 They were attacked by a group of bankrupt farmers outside the city. Noya's mother died in Liu Shi. Before she died, she entrusted Noya with the crystal ball of fate containing the power of witchcraft, making Noya the new tribal witch.

　　 Next is the common **** drama in the succession of royal power.

　　 Noah’s three cousins ​​did not want to admit that this shy, timid, and very non-Roma new witch became the leader of the tribe. On the night they arrived in Bermeo, they instigated the entire tribe and began to use force to conquer the crystal ball of fate.

　　Noya was lucky enough to escape, wandering in the streets of Bermeo to escape, lack of food and clothing for a few days, starved and hungry, until he was about to die, was rescued by Lorraine and Hina.

　　 This is the whole story.

　　 After listening to Noya's narrative at the dock, Lorraine and Henna got together and whispered against their heads.

"Haina, the kidnapping plan is bankrupt, and Viscount Alfonso has no heir. As for his wife and country cousin, no matter which one we tie, the other will encourage us to tear the ticket. And whether we tear it or not, we will all be offended by it. Viscount. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Um."

　　 "In other words, only through the divination of the Romsala Department can we quickly establish friendship with the Viscount."

"Um."

　　 After reaching a consensus, Lorraine straightened up and sorted out the wrinkles on the tuxedo: "Miss Noah Sara."

"Yes…"

　　 "Out of courtesy, I have to ask your opinion first." Lorraine nodded slightly, "Do you want to board the ship and start a new wandering with us strangers?"

"I... was abandoned by the tribe. Leaving the harbor may be caught and burned to death. If you stay in the harbor, you will definitely be killed by your cousin... You are a powerful person, so..." Noya bit his lip. "Yes, I hope to get your asylum and become your loyal crew member."

　　 "In this case, I have three questions to understand clearly."

"You say."

　　 "First, how many people besides you are in the Romsala department?"

　　 "There are still thirty-seven men, eighteen women, and six children."

　　 Lorraine closed his eyes and thought for a while: "Is there any way to let them know that you are on my boat."

　　 "There is nothing to do. We will buy information from thieves, beggars, and homeless people. The troubles of the port cannot be hidden from my cousin."

　　"The third question, although the viscountess believes in witchcraft, but what about the viscount? What is his attitude toward witchcraft?"

　　 Noya's small face tangled: "He is a devout believer and is very repulsive to us, so the fortune-telling did not proceed immediately. Madam needs time to convince Mr. Viscount."

　　 "Really..." Lorraine smiled and stretched out his hand to Noah, "Miss Noah Sara, the fortuneteller, congratulations, you have been accepted."