eurekapd Chapter 121 The Witch Who Stomped Grapes (Part 1)
Chapter 121 The Witch Who Stomped Grapes (Part 1)
Shortly after the reorganization, Elena embarked on her journey again, bidding farewell to the place that still haunted her.
The memory of being enslaved by those objects, fawning over them like a lapdog, sends shivers down my spine. But now, any scene that could evoke those emotions has been razed to the ground by someone.
The culprit is the sculpture sitting behind the broom.
Although this sculpture is as silent as usual, you can always unconsciously perceive some subtle details after spending time with it.
"I have a feeling you have something to say to me." Elena steadily steered the broom. "Let's get this straight, no need for apologies, just call off my emotional distress compensation on top of the debt for saving me."
"Now that things have come to this, aren't you afraid of me?" Qin said. "If I were you, I would stay far away from this ticking time bomb that could explode at any moment."
“So you’re not me,” Elena said.
"why?"
“You always seem to ask why… It’s hard to answer your questions. Haven’t I said that I don’t actually do things with that many whys?” Elena said. “Besides… honestly, it’s too late to be scared now—there’s no escaping it now.”
After all, I've already been remembered by that demon called Druid. Haha, I might be one of the few witches that a demon would remember.
"Sorry……"
“Why don’t you apologize even if it’s not your fault? I’m not angry. After all, I couldn’t have gotten out of that awful place without you,” Elena said. “If you’re still feeling guilty, buy me bread when we reach the next country.”
After being silenced by Elena's fluent words, Qin shut up again.
After flying for nearly several hours, we saw a village faintly visible among the distant mountains—we'll settle down there. Although it's not a country with complete infrastructure, at least there will be a place to rest, right?
Emergency landing, sudden stop, and foot brake all work in one integrated system.
Hopefully there will be bread here.
I'm so sick of weeds that I don't even find mushrooms so bad anymore. Elena feels like she could eat a whole cow right now.
Elena put away her broom and began to survey the village before her; she was currently sandwiched between the entrances of two villages. It seemed to be two villages—quite close together.
"Hey, are you a witch?" An old man was standing at the entrance of one of the villages.
To be honest, Elena gets a bit of PTSD whenever she sees elderly people now. After all, she had recently worked with a group of old men. Although she was confused at the time, the memories were still very real.
"Is there something dirty on my face?" The old man looked at Elena's strange gaze and wiped his face insecurely. "I'm sorry, I frightened you, Miss Witch."
"No, no, it's not your fault," Elena explained. "It's because there's something wrong with my mind... It seems I won't be able to get over this psychological shadow anytime soon."
"May I be a guest in our village, Miss Witch?" the old man asked. "I am the village chief of this village."
Oh, so you're the village chief! But does your village even have a name?
"Does your village have any special products?" Elena asked casually.
"Of course, our village is famous for producing the world's best wines," the village chief boasted, patting his chest. "Everyone who has tasted them raves about them, saying they're a million times better than the wines from the neighboring village."
Hmm... this village... that village...
Do you really not have a village name?
"By the way, our village is called This Side Village," the village chief said.
amount……
"What is the name of the village next door...?"
"That village over there. But our village here is clearly much better than that village, especially in terms of winemaking."
Well, you guys have a really unique way of choosing names.
But... wine...
I've never drunk this before... I seem to remember my dad sometimes drinking, but the smell of alcohol was quite unpleasant. Is this wine tasty?
Following the village chief's steps, Elena stepped into the village. Because a guest had arrived, men, women, and children from every household peeked out to see who the newcomer was.
Upon discovering that she was a beautiful young woman, many people couldn't help but applaud.
Although she didn't quite understand why they were clapping... she guessed it was a way of welcoming them. Elena smiled at the villagers who were showing her kindness.
“Miss Witch…” The village chief wanted to say something.
"My name is Elena, and the person behind me is named Qin," Elena introduced herself.
For some reason, Jean, who doesn't speak, often has a very low presence. Perhaps it's because Elena herself attracts attention. In any case, Jean can often become invisible when standing near her.
If Elena hadn't mentioned Qin during her self-introduction, the village chief, who already had presbyopia, wouldn't have noticed Qin at all.
“Miss Elena, please come to our home as a guest,” the village chief said. “Well, that’s my humble abode.”
Irene always felt that this enthusiasm was a bit too much, and she was always wary of such inexplicable enthusiasm, especially after she had just suffered a great loss.
As the saying goes, the most expensive things are the things that are free.
Elena stopped in front of the village chief's house. She used her magic to roughly explore the interior of the house and found no traps... at least she didn't find any.
"What's wrong with Miss Elena?" the village chief asked.
"Are the villagers always this hospitable?" Elena asked.
"Ah—Miss Elena, are you suspecting we have ulterior motives? To be honest, we do have some ulterior motives," the village chief said.
You admitted it—you actually admitted it so openly.
"After all, hosting a witch is something the neighboring village can't do—once our village does it, I can send people to the neighboring village every day to show off. Just thinking about the neighboring village chief's smug face makes me laugh in my dreams," the village chief said.
amount……
that's all?
"Do you have a bad relationship with the neighboring village?" Elena asked.
"Bad? Absolutely terrible. Miss Elena, you have no idea what kind of person that village chief is. Last time, he sold two more cases of wine than our village, and he actually sent people to put up banners at our house!" The village chief was so angry that his mustache flared up, and he slammed his cane on the ground.
“If I don’t retaliate, I’ll be lying in my coffin and I’ll burst out laughing!” the village chief said. “Miss Elena, please make sure you are treated well.”
Okay, maybe I'm just overthinking it.
Actually, there's no need to be so worried about becoming unable to take care of yourself—after all, you're not traveling alone...