I am a witch, I must suppress all enemies

The sky was cold and dark clouds were rolling. The broken stone statue of the hero looked like it had been baptized by blood and fire, and was covered with knife marks and sword holes.

"Ancient village." Carter frowned as he looked at the wind and clouds in the distance.

This stone statue feels like it's almost ten thousand years old, no, maybe even older.

"when--"

This is the voice of the mayor of Maitland Village calling the villagers together.

This is the twelfth village that Carter has personally inspected in recent days.

This is really a very small village, with only a few hundred people. When the villagers heard that the Knight was coming to inspect, they all brought tables, chairs and benches from their homes, as if to entertain the guests.

It was obvious that the tables and chairs were quite old, as they were polished to a sheen. They looked a bit dated, but very clean.

It was not until he saw the impatient look on the Lord Knight's face that he gave up.

After a while, the villagers gathered together and waited for instructions.

Claire was also below, holding Alya's hand and standing on tiptoe to look into the crowd.

"A knight from the capital? I wonder how strong he is?"

Ever since the witch teacher left, she has been practicing alone, sometimes walking hundreds of miles away under the cover of night.

Along the way, she slept in the open air, moved cautiously and stealthily, and almost never entered a town. She always walked in the wilderness, quietly feeling the energy between heaven and earth.

The essence of plants and animals, the energy tides surging between heaven and earth, the power of stars scattered in the astral realm, and the laws of heaven and earth that cannot be perceived by the naked eye.

It was not until the faint golden light quietly bloomed in the silence of dawn that she breathed a sigh of relief, woke up from her meditation, and the chaotic thoughts in her mind gradually calmed down.

She felt herself becoming stronger and stronger, no, perhaps spiritually, she suddenly understood what the practice of magic meant.

However, in Claire's opinion, the magic in this world was not the same as the magic he knew before his reincarnation.

Because the contents of these magic books do not actually pay much attention to the so-called magic spells, but pay more attention to "evolution" itself.

“The essence of spiritual practice lies in the evolution of the levels of life.”

Magic spells were merely a means of protecting the Dao, and in fact, in later stages, they were merely dispensable "magic tricks." Regardless of the cultivation system, reaching the pinnacle led to the same end.

But at present, Claire has not seen what kind of style and grace a strong person of that level has.

Just when she was thinking about how to ask her parents that she wanted to go out and take a look.

The knights from Forsyth City arrived, and it was unknown what they wanted to do.

Knight Carthusian, wearing armor inlaid with golden emblems and holding a knight's sword, stood in the central square of the village. His eyes seemed to be able to see through all illusions and realities through magic props like crystal balls.

His voice echoed over the village with an indescribable magic: "All girls over the age of six, come forward."

The villagers whispered to each other, but did not dare to say anything.

Those villagers who have girls of marriageable age at home are both excited and nervous.

"Could it be related to the witch we found last time?"

"What witch? We're talking about a magician, okay?"

"Is there a witch in Maitland? The one that Carpenter Claw's wife reported last time was because she often harassed Claw. Poor woman, I thought she was going to be burned to death!"

"Argon God have mercy!"

After a while, the little girls in the village began to be called over by their parents one after another. There was curiosity and nervousness on their faces, and their little hands were tightly holding the corners of their mother's clothes.

Some of them wore colorful little skirts, while others wore plain linen, but each of them looked so pure and flawless.

Of course, Claire is also included here.

"What are you messing with?"

Claire was a little unhappy.

"Life is really not easy for ordinary people..." Claire often sighed. Perhaps because she had gained power, her perspective had changed. Looking back on her past life, she discovered a lot.

Just like a few days ago, she found several hunters carrying some prey and a bloody corpse towards the town. It must have been killed by a large beast while hunting.

She didn't take it seriously at the time, continuing to consume energy in the mountains and forests. When she was thirsty, she drank from the mountain stream. When she was hungry, she killed a wild boar and roasted the meat. She told her family that she was out picking mushrooms...

It was almost evening when she remembered to go home. She walked quickly for a hundred miles. When she was near the town of Forsyth, she saw a lot of people gathered there from afar.

The helpless cry of the girl could be heard through the crowd, and Claire watched from afar.

That was the hunter's body that I saw during the day.

She knelt beside the hunter, stroking his already cold face with trembling hands, tears rolling down her face like beads from a broken string.

Claire's heart was deeply touched by the girl's crying. She wanted to go over and comfort her, but in the end she did nothing.

If I don't practice cultivation, will I one day die worthlessly like the hunter?

And what about these powerful people? How do they treat ordinary people?

Seeing the knight's high and mighty demeanor and the villagers' timid and foolish behavior, Claire felt mixed emotions. They didn't dare look directly at Carter, as if they were afraid of accidentally angering this noble knight.

Just as she was stunned, Carter's eyes swept over the girls one by one, and a faint blue light flickered in the crystal ball, as if he was looking for something.

As the light of the crystal ball grew brighter, Claire's heartbeat grew faster.

"What the hell is this? A magic item? What does he want to do? Is he looking for a magician?"

Claire thought of the biggest possibility and reached into her bag. Inside was the boxing gloves she called "Wind and Thunder".

If she were the male protagonist of a fantasy novel, she would probably be thinking, "He has already met his end."

It’s a pity that Claire is not the male protagonist, not to mention that she is not an orphan like those orphans.

"What should we do? If the magician, or even the witch's identity is exposed, a fight will be inevitable."

If they fought, there would be big trouble. Claire looked at Uncle Lin and Brunada, who looked nervous.

Seeing the knight's restrained fighting spirit, Claire couldn't quite sense it, but only felt a vague sense of danger.

"Has he reached the stage of divine enlightenment and spiritual transformation?"

The state of divine revelation is the state after enlightenment, when the spirit and the body achieve harmony and the individual transforms from the mundane world to the sacred realm. It is as if the soul is inspired by God and is sublimated and merged with the divinity.

Once you reach this realm, you can call yourself a great magician or a paladin.

But it's not that she has no ability to fight. Claire has the confidence to do so. She has already stepped into this level.