Salem Witches are generally just a concept, referring to the wizards who graduated from the Witch Academy in New Orleans and the Male Witch Academy near the suburbs of the city.

Their targets are always born witches, or wizards. They do not involve acquired learning or witches who borrow power from hell.

Their abilities have a certain system, which is stronger than some wild wizards.

Unfortunately, because there are many wizard groups in the United States, the number of students they recruit has not been too large.

The Male Witch Academy is not very clear, but there are only the young witches in the Witch School. The others are all here.

In addition to some previous graduate witches, the total number of Salem witch groups is not more than 20.

In terms of wealth, apart from school buildings and some antique collections, there is no wealth at all. Instead, they often receive sponsorships from some sponsors, which can make them worry-free.

Overall, the Salem Witch sounds good, but it's actually that.

Moreover, even if they have a lot of wealth and great power, they are not something that Fiona can give just by saying that they can give.

Not to mention anything else, Charles, who had just arrived, discovered that she didn't even have much control over her basic base, the Witch School.

Not to mention the students, even her daughter, who was the principal, didn't like this former super witch and her mother very much.

...

“In short, this is a pit.”

Shire, who was flipping through the information at the co-pilot, came to the conclusion.

He didn't have much thought about this, and after he noticed it, he ignored it even more.

However, the information about a student suddenly became interested.

Or it is not about interest, but about curiosity.

"Is this recorded on it true?"

"You mean Zoe?"

Seeing a line of words in his finger information, Fiona, who was driving, turned her head and showed a faint smile. "She is a newly recruited student of my daughter half a month ago. Her talent is indeed as you can see. Well, she is a black widow."

After thinking about the girl with long hair and pure faces I had seen before, and looking at the talent description recorded on it, Charles was a little speechless.

"I've gained my knowledge, and I have this kind of talent..."

But from this, he suddenly thought of another thing.

"In theory, witches should also be one of the supernatural species, right?"

A little bad thought was spinning in his mind. Charles felt that if he had the chance, he could take some time to experiment.

While he was pondering, Cassidio's rigorous voice came from behind.

"Although the strength of pagan gods is not as good as before, they cannot be careless."

"Once they were able to even compete with heaven, so we had to be careful."

"Maybe they'll have some surveillance there."

Shire nodded when he heard this.

This action was a private matter of Charles, which was logically unrelated to the angel. However, when he learned about this, Cassidio did not hesitate and prepared to help together.

I have to say that although this person is a little stupid, he has a very righteous personality.

At this moment, half an hour after he returned to the witch school, after Cassidio resumed energy transmission, Charles proposed to find the voodoo Queen's personal belongings to serve as a divination medium.

Although they felt a little rushed, no one refused, so the group of four left the school and rushed towards the black gathering area of ​​the city.

That's right, there are four people.

At this moment, in the back seat, in addition to Cassidio, there was also a middle-aged witch with a pointed chin and thick eye shadow.

This is a witch friend of Fiona. After hearing that they were about to go, they followed him like a mangy dog.

At this moment, she was holding a makeup mirror in one hand and a makeup sponge and foundation in the other hand, and occasionally aiming at Charles with her narrow and cunning eyes.

Charles could see that this person seemed to have something to ask for him, but since she didn't say it, Charles didn't have much time to ask.

There was nothing to say along the way, and finally the red car drove into an area with quite dense buildings. The streets were dirty and the passers-by were basically dark-skinned.

...

The ticking sound of water drops is clearly audible, and the faint smell of damp and rotten sticks to the body is very uncomfortable.

In an underground secret room, five dark-skinned, young or old women were surrounded by a middle-aged woman wrapped in a white turban, with a very nervous expression.

"When exactly do we want to hide, Mary?"

One of the young black women asked blankly.

"Hide until we don't need to hide anymore." The middle-aged woman replied, looking at a honey badger in her arms.

At this moment, the little thing was closing his eyes and trembling all over, as if it was very cold.

"That's also when Dad Reggba revived again," she added.

"What's wrong with Dad Regba?" asked another woman. She didn't care much about the pet in the leader's arms, but stared at her cheeks in a daze.

"He needs time to recover from his injuries by being sneak attacked by a sinister enemy."

After the words came, the middle-aged woman suddenly paused and then said in a low voice: "Revenge, yes, we will revenge sooner or later. But now, what we need to do is to hide."

Her words attracted the rest of the people to look at each other. After a while, an old woman suggested: "Mary, should we change places?"

"Yes, it feels too dangerous here."

"It's not dangerous." The leader called Mary smiled mysteriously: "The enemy will only think we have escaped, and no one will expect us to be right under the barber shop and stay in place."

"But if there is an accident..."

"Blessed by God Luo Ya, we will not have any accidents." These words seemed to be very comforting to the people around us, so the previous uneasiness eased.

"Yes, God Roya will protect us..."

"I really hope it ends soon."

The conversation sounds one after another, but at this moment, the chirping sound suddenly appeared.

The people who were discussing with anticipation suddenly became quiet, then turned their heads in the direction of the sound and found that the sound was coming from the only vent here.

As they noticed this, the chirping sound became closer and closer. Then, as everyone stared at me, a gray-haired mouse suddenly emerged from the rusty vent!

"Oh, it's a mouse, um--"

The scream stopped quickly, and the black girl who was covered by her mouth was sobbing and frightened. However, the rest of the people were quite calm about this.

"It's just a mouse, don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Mary touched the other person's hair and comforted her gently. She looked at the sudden mouse and narrowed her eyes slightly.

A difficult and trivial spell was then sent out from her mouth, so the mouse that had just emerged turned around and ran back again.

"No matter whether it is a real mouse or someone instructs it, it won't remember that we are here. Don't worry."

The leader's words gradually calmed down the girl.

However, unlike this voodoo queen's perception, the mouse does not need to be remembered. It only needs to see it, which is enough to make the caster discover anomalies.
Chapter completed!