Not a Witch

"Thank you for your generosity, but we still have some herbs for bruises. After all, we will prepare some when we are away all year round, so we don't need to trouble you anymore."

On the other side of the tent camp, Mira was looking at the rabbit-eared riders with their heads bowed in front of him.

"It feels like you've drifted away recently."

"Don't dare, don't dare, Miss Mira head." Several people shook their bodies and immediately stood up straight.

"Oh, that means I still want to." Mira had a sweet smile on her face, and slowly narrowed her eyes.

"Do you want me to repeat it a few times?"

"Dear brother knight, you are so amazing~"

"Thank you, my lord, for your help. The little girl can't thank you enough. I can have a few drinks with you tonight~"

"What's the name of this brother, I am..."

When Mira spoke, the rabbit ears on her head swayed slightly. If an outsider who didn't know saw it, they would be immediately fascinated by this cute girl with rabbit ears.

But the people present were all from the Rabbit Ear Clan. Some of them were Mira's classmates, some were fellow villagers, and some had heard of her name before, so naturally they didn't dare to think about it.

The celebrity in front of this sage is not a simple role.

Chapter 38 Little Caravan

The villages in the valley usually have little contact with the outside world. Although the outside world has changed to another country, it seems that there is not much change for them.

The only difference is that the bandits who used to occasionally come to collect rent are gone, and there is a tall bulletin board in the middle of the village.

After entering the village, the caravan team first approached the village head, explained their intention to stay overnight, and paid a small amount of accommodation fee. Then the village head pointed out the spring where the water was fetched, and warned them not to break into the villagers casually. house and fields, and then no more.

"It feels like the villagers are rather indifferent."

Sitting by the warm fire, Elder of the Shadows, Mira said to Lorraine Hill.

"Maybe it's caused by previous experiences." The girl skewered the sliced ​​apples and placed them by the campfire, ready to roast them warm before eating.

"Let me do it, miss." Mira watched Lorraine Hill do it herself, and wanted to come over to help.

"No, it's not a particularly troublesome thing." The girl shook her head and looked at the people around the campfire.

Now there are several piles of bonfires in the open space, and a group of people sit around the bonfires, using the flames to disperse the chill of the mountain night, dry the clothes that were wet during the day, etc., and there is a smell of meat in the distance.

"The group of guys are cooking the meat of the salamander. I'll bring you some."

Compared with ordinary meat, the meat of this monster salamander is tougher, and a group of people cooked it for a long time before it was cooked through.

Not long after, Mira came over with a small white porcelain bowl, in which were light pink boiled sliced ​​meat.

"Maybe it's a little hot." Mira reminded.

Lorraine Hill tasted a piece first. The taste of the boiled meat was not bad, but there was nothing special about it.

Then as most of the meat was cooked, other people began to eat it. Although the food was not bad during this long journey, everyone still didn't eat much fresh meat.

After initially satisfying their hunger, the members on the side chatted slowly.

"Hello, we are members of the Lake Chamber of Commerce...."

Several members of the Lake Chamber of Commerce chatted with people from the Lagertes Chamber of Commerce.

At first they thought that the rescuers were a few powerful adventurers, but after some explanations, they realized that these were "special" guards hired by the Lagertes Chamber of Commerce.

As the saying goes, when a lie is told, countless lies are needed to complete the lie.

After these people were entangled by the thankful Lake Chamber of Commerce, they began to think hard about explaining the reason.

"Because the eldest lady of the Lagertes Chamber of Commerce is a good person, we prefer to stay in such a caravan." Lorraine Hill, who didn't know that the card was issued, was talking with someone on the other side.

"What kind of business do you guys do?" The girl turned her head slightly, and asked the girl beside her curiously.

The girl has light brown skin and two long, thin braids behind her ears.

"We sell everything, and we don't deliberately buy too much of a certain kind of goods." The girl explained that she is the granddaughter of the caravan leader and has been with the caravan since she was a child.

"We tour the villages in the mountains all year round. Everyone living here doesn't have a lot of money, and they don't buy too many unnecessary things, so we carry a little bit of everything, and basically don't sell big things."

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"Because it can't compete with those big chambers of commerce, so I can only find some hidden villages in the mountains and do some businesses that others don't like. Although the profit is meager, there is no competition from anyone, so it has been fairly stable."

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"Did you say West Wind in the past? We basically don't take the road, so we don't have to pay any tolls. Now Clancia is much better, and there is no need to detour."

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"Businessmen in the mountains naturally know some martial arts and self-defense methods, but it is still too difficult to deal with such monsters."

After some conversation, Lorraine Hill gradually understood the way of life of this group of people. They had no fixed place to live, and the caravan was their home, and they wandered and traded for a living.

As the night deepened, a group of people gradually entered the tent to rest after having enough food and drink.Of course, there are also a few people who will take turns to watch the night and guard the camp.

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The next day, early in the morning.

Listening to the sparse sounds outside, Lorraine woke up from the blanket of the tent. She rubbed her eyes and stood up, her golden hair slipping from her shoulders like satin.

Seeing Mira who was still sleeping soundly beside her, she touched the pair of rabbit ears with fluff curiously. Mira's ears flicked lightly and detached from her fingertips, revealing the light pink interior covered by fluff.

No longer disturbing the sleepy bunny-eared girl, Lorraine Hill got dressed, put on her coat, and walked out of the tent.

The small group of people from the Lake Chamber of Commerce seemed to get up very early. They fetched water from the mountain spring next to the village, washed up for a while, and then began to arrange some things.

Seeing their actions, Lorraine Hill walked over, wanting to understand the purpose.

"Good morning, Miss Rezia." The light brown-skinned girl I met last night greeted with a smile.

"Good morning, what are you doing?" Lorraine Hill blinked.

"This is to prepare for the performance." The girl explained.

They will not only sell some things, but also perform some talent shows, such as playing the piano and singing, dancing, fire rings, throwing rings, etc., just like the circus in the girl's memory.But the group didn't have the money to keep special animals.

"Performance can earn some extra income, and it can also attract the attention of the villagers, which is also a good way to sell our things."

Compared with the big chamber of commerce that Lorraine Hill used to stay in, small groups like the Lake Chamber of Commerce also have their own means of survival.

"I see." Lorraine Hill nodded thoughtfully. It seems that such a small caravan cannot be underestimated. They can survive and naturally have a unique way to adapt.

When the time approached 10 am, a gong sounded, and then a small stage was set up in the center of Cold Spring Village, and a simple and small performance was staged in this remote village.

After hearing the sound of such music, the lively villagers also slowly gathered around, watching those strangely dressed people performing various skills.

"The mysterious witch who spy on everything will unravel the veil of fate for you today."

A big man with white paint on his face waved a signboard in his hand, and then invited the villagers into a dark purple tent. Under his explanation, as long as you give a few coins, you can get instructions from one of the witches. own destiny.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This witch has always been elusive. Even the people in our caravan don't know her origin. She sometimes disappears and sometimes appears. She looks like an old man and a young girl. She will only tell the fate of those she approves of. .”

Following the person's explanation, the surrounding villagers also curiously looked at the purple tent leading to the unknown and mysterious.

Chapter 39 Mini Program

Residents in remote mountain villages have less contact with the outside world. The interpersonal relationship in the village is very simple, and most people are relatively simple.Although everyone was a little dubious, people still walked into the tent one after another, wanting to explore their own destiny.

In the mysteriously decorated tent, only a little light penetrates through the thick cloth, and the whole environment is surrounded by a hazy purple. There are various small objects hanging in the air, including conch shells, shells, stars, and the molted shells of certain insects. , strange stones, etc., let the people who walk into it feel a mysterious atmosphere.

Inside the tent, a veiled woman sits behind a black velvet table. She is wearing a dark purple robe and hood, with various asymmetrical rings on her wrists and different colors on her fingers. The ring, giving a person the feeling of a senior person.

After the guest sat nervously at the table and raised his own questions, the woman asked the cause of the matter in a deep voice, and then shuffled the divination cards in front of her several times, allowing the guest to draw out the prescribed cards.

The result is always good luck with caution, difficulties with hope, so that the visitors have a lot of imagination, and then firmly remember the witch's warning.

"In this card, the sun is shining on a lush golden field, and there is a dog standing beside it, and a vague figure is coming from a distance."

"It indicates that you may get a good harvest this year, but you should also be careful of other disturbances. For example, the dog may indicate the destruction of the field by monsters or wild beasts. The figure in it may be yourself, or it may be peeping from the side. You are a man of good harvest, so take good care of your field."

After the witch explained the omen on the card to the middle-aged man, the man nodded solemnly, thanked the witch, and walked out of the tent.

At this time, the sun in the sky was past noon. After a morning of divination, the man at the door told her that the day was over. The witch must follow some mysterious rules. The number of divinations in a day should not exceed a certain number of times, otherwise disasters would come.

Under such an explanation, the crowd who had been on the sidelines dispersed angrily.

After the group of people had almost left, a girl with light brown skin quietly walked out from the back door of the tent and went to eat.

Lorraine Hill was sitting under a big tree with lush foliage at this time, and the sunlight shone through the thick leaves on the table in front of her, where teapots and cups were placed.

She looked at the girl who was doing divination this morning with a little amusement, shook her head slightly, then picked up the cup in front of her, and slowly drank the tea.

Although Lengquan Village is remote, the surrounding scenery is very good. The terraced fields and fruit trees in the mountains reflect bright brilliance under the afternoon sun.

"Miss, is that divination really accurate?" Mira who was standing on the side asked Lorraine Hill with some doubts. She didn't perceive any extraordinary magic power from that girl.

"Perhaps it is accurate." Lorraine Hill said.

"If I tell you that this year, as long as you work diligently, concentrate on your work, pay attention to the various conditions in the field, and take good protection, then you will definitely harvest a lot of food in autumn. Do you think this is credible? ?”

"Isn't this a matter of course?" Mira shook her ears, leaning down to look at the young lady with blonde hair and red dress.

"Yes, as I once told you, as long as you study hard, you can improve your grades. It's actually a very simple truth."

"But usually people don't want to do it for various reasons."

"But if a certain authoritative person tells you with a special and mysterious ceremony that this is your destiny, will you have a sense of sacredness, and then work hard to complete this matter?"

"It seems that this is indeed the case." Mira nodded, seeming to understand a little bit.

"Maybe the prophecy may not be true, but it will also become the motivation for many people. So sometimes you don't have to treat such things too harshly."

"And sometimes too smart to see through, but it is easy to lose confidence and hope, become anxious about gains and losses, and dare not make big strides forward."

"Yeah, got it, miss." Mira felt that His Highness seemed to be insinuating herself again, and nodded quickly, hoping that this person would stop talking.

"Hehe, okay, let's not talk, let's go to lunch."

Several people walked towards a temporarily rented house in the village.

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The lunch in the mountain village is not gorgeous, simple white rice with a little green vegetables, the only highlight is the sliced ​​meat that was not finished yesterday.