Fortunately, the Main Line is at Hogwarts

On Interstate 21, the impala continued to run.

The scorching sun and the sun gathered together, the gravel and dust evaporated under the scorched rubber tires, the weather was so hot that people even wondered if it was midsummer.

But this is actually just an illusion caused by the lack of shelter on the highway and the plains, facing the sun's rays.

But it was really hot.

On the side of the road, unknown insects rolled and shuttled in the mud, and disappeared under the raised dust.

Madison has changed from the beautiful but cumbersome slim dress to a halter skirt that wraps around her neck, which makes her feel much cooler.

The two did not enter the interior space of the impala, but sat in the driver's cab and co-pilot.

After going through those things before, even if Shire might not care, Madison still needs to calm down and adjust his mentality.

"I always feel like you're hiding something from me."

Madison was lying in the passenger seat, barefoot, with her legs stretched out on the front glass.

Charles glanced at her.

"You know a little about me, don't you?"

he said bluntly.

"I'm not talking about your past."

"I'm not those crying little bitches, I don't care how many ex-girlfriends you have, I'm asking why you suddenly changed your mind."

Madison was well aware of Shire's original plan.

Wait for the holy child to be born, and then rob him.

Simple and rude, and straightforward.

But later he changed his plan, not only taking away half of the holy children, but also pushing Madison's identity to the position of the leader of the witches.

Of course there was another group of people disrupting the situation, but Madison believed that there must be something else that he didn't know.

"I didn't explain it."

"You think I'll believe it?"

"But that's what it is."

Facing Charles' half-persuading, half-threatening words, Ava couldn't refuse at all. She quickly returned to the cave and summoned the younger generation of witches.

The birth ceremony of the holy child has been carried out so far, and more than 700 witches have arrived one after another, but more than 90% of them are middle-aged and elderly witches, and the number of younger generations is only 53. .

Maybe there are still witches who haven't arrived, but it's estimated that there are not many, and this is almost the final number.

Fifty-three people may seem inconspicuous compared to the scale of nearly a thousand people, but if they are all witches, this is also very amazing.

You must know that the west coast witch lineage, at its peak, was almost the same number, and now there are only three or two big cats and kittens, which may be less than half of this number.

Moreover, the middle-aged and elderly witches are crazy and sloppy, as if their brains have been burned out. Charles suspects that this may have something to do with the witch mother and the nature of witches' magic.

But for the younger generation of witches, this kind of corruption is not so serious, and they are still very youthful and beautiful.

Many of them have beautiful seedlings.

Of course, Charles didn't have any special thoughts about this. He wasn't that kind of person, but a seductive existence is always more pleasing to the eye than an ugly one, isn't it?

The eternal series of weapons in Brand's hands broke the immortality of the witches and caused them heavy casualties, but they were actually middle-aged and elderly witches.

Only this group of lunatics, regardless of life and death, rushed forward like zombies. The younger generation of witches were corrupted, or brainwashed not so severely, and they kept shrinking behind.

They may have a sense of belonging to the witch mother, but they are definitely not that fanatical.

So most of them survived safely. Charles also saw Madison's new friend Blanca. Of course, Blanca also saw Maizi, the two Maizis.

This obviously made her feel a little confused.

Fifty-three young witches didn't think too much when facing Madison. In fact, they didn't care whoever was the leader.

Because they don't care and won't follow orders.

They are nothing to be afraid of. Could it be possible to kill them?

The group of witches in Su Town is very special, and Charles doesn't have much research on it, but the strategy team has a special research on them, and he knows some information.

Among witches, the polarization is very serious.

Middle-aged and elderly witches can be called fanatics, and they are willing to give everything for anything related to witches.

Although the younger generation of witches, after being brainwashed by magic, will fanatically believe in witch mothers, they are far inferior to the former ones. She still has her own will and needs time to change slowly.

If it was in the game, when Charles encountered this situation, he would only say one very interesting setting.

But in reality, this is obviously a bit weird.

This also leads to another question, what is the witch mother?

This weird sense of worship, strong corrosion and infection...

Forget it, Charles put this question aside for the time being.

Knowing the characteristics of the witches, facing the absent-minded younger generation, Charles did not force anything, but simply explained some things.

For example, they should unite. There may be some kind of crisis in the future, but before that, they still need to hide themselves and so on.

This was not much different from what they had done before, so they readily accepted.

Then Ciel dismissed them.

The younger generation is not like those middle-aged and elderly witches. The latter only need to give a goal about the witch mother. Ava can easily control them by herself. The former needs to figure it out slowly.

And Shire doesn't want to be like a middle-aged witch who has been brainwashed into a zombie and doesn't have much potential to dig.

This matter needs to be done slowly, slowly to tap their potential, and to cultivate them slowly.

Anyway, Ava and Madison are young girls, I believe, it is easy to make friends.

"Why don't you believe me?"

Charles asked back.

"In the future, when there is a crisis, we need to be united?"

"Even if you want to coax a three-year-old child, you must find a better reason than this."

Madison said disdainfully.

"Why can't this be true."

Charles held the steering wheel with one hand, stretched out the other hand to Madison, and a tarot card appeared in his hand, and then Charles rubbed his fingers again, and the tarot cards became more, and finally became like Like a money printing machine, it started to spit out, and it ended up covering Madison.

"Why can't it be the future I saw through divination."

"Do you still know divination?"

Madison grabbed a few tarot cards curiously, but only glanced at them before throwing them at Charles' face in embarrassment.

This deck is not a traditional tarot card, but the scarab company's Decameron themed tarot card, limited grade.

Charles laughed out loud.