She Is Not a Witch

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The villages in the valley usually seldom communicate with the outside world. Although the country has changed outside, it does not seem to have changed much for them.

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

After entering the village, the caravan and his party first found the village chief, explained their idea of ​​borrowing accommodation, and paid an inexpensive lodging fee. Then the village chief indicated to them where the springs were to fetch water, and then warned them not to break into the villagers casually. The house and field of his house, after that, I didn’t care about it anymore.

"It feels like the villagers are more indifferent."

Sitting by the warm fire, Elder Shadow pulled, Mira said to Lorrainhill.

"Perhaps it was caused by previous experience." The girl skewered the cut apples and placed them by the campfire, ready to bake them hot before eating.

"Let me come, eldest lady." Mira looked at Lorrain Hill doing it herself, wanting to come and help.

"No, it's nothing particularly troublesome." The girl shook her head and looked at the people around the campfire.

Now there are several bonfires in the open space. A group of people are sitting around the bonfire, using flames to dissipate the cold in the mountains at night, to dry the clothes that were wet during the day, etc. There is still a smell of meat coming from a distance.

"Those guys are cooking newt meat, I'll call you over."

Compared with ordinary meat, the meat of this Warcraft Salamander is tougher, and it took a group of people to cook it for a long time before letting it mature slowly.

Soon after, Mila came over with a small white porcelain bowl containing light-powdered boiled pork slices.

"Maybe a bit hot," Mira reminded.

Lorrainhill tasted a piece first, and the meat tasted good after it was cooked, but there was nothing special about it.

Then as most of the meat was cooked, others started to eat. During this long trip, although the food was not bad, everyone still didn't eat much fresh meat.

After initially filling up the hunger in the belly, the members on the side slowly chatted.

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

Several people from the Lake Chamber of Commerce chatted with those from the Lagerties Chamber of Commerce.

At first they thought they were rescued by a few high-powered adventurers, but after some explanation did they know that these were ‘special’ guards hired by the Lagerties Chamber of Commerce.

As the saying goes, after telling a lie, it takes countless lies to round out the lie.

After these people were entangled by the thankful Lake Chamber of Commerce, they began to think hard to explain why.

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

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

This girl has light brown skin and two long slender braids on her ears.

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

"We travel all year round among the villages in the mountains. Everyone who lives here doesn't have a lot of money and doesn't buy too many things that are not needed. So we will bring something in every aspect, and basically won't sell big things."

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"Because I can't compete with the big chambers of commerce, I can only find some hidden villages in the mountains and do some business that others don't look up to. Although the profits are meager, there is no competition, so it has always been stable."

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"Did you say that there was a westerly wind? We basically don't take the highway, so we don't have to pay any tolls for the checkpoint. At present, Crancia is better, and there is no need to detour."

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"Mountain merchants naturally know martial arts and self-defense methods, but it is still too difficult to deal with such beasts."

After some conversation, Lorrain Hill also gradually understood the way of life of this group of people. They lived in no fixed place. The caravan was their home, and they were wandering around for a living.

As the night darkened, a group of people gradually entered the tent to rest after having a full meal. Of course, there are a few people who take turns to watch the night and guard the camp.

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The next day, early morning.

Lorrain Hill listened to the sparse sound outside and woke up from the blanket of the tent. She rubbed her eyes and stood up, her golden hair slipping from her shoulders like silk.

Looking at Mila who was still sleeping aside, she touched the pair of fluffy rabbit ears with curiosity. Mila's ears flicked slightly and separated from her fingertips, revealing the light pink inner profile covered by fluff.

No longer disturbing the sleepy girl with rabbit ears, Lorrain Hill got dressed, put on his coat, and walked out of the tent.

This small group of people from the Lake Chamber of Commerce seemed to get up very early. They called the spring water next to the village, and after washing for a while, they began to arrange some things.

Seeing these actions, Lorrain Hill walked over, wanting to understand the purpose.

"Good morning, Miss Lecia." The light-brown girl I met last night said hello with a smile.

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

"This, it's to prepare for the performance." The girl explained.

They will not only sell some things but also some talent shows, such as playing piano and singing, dancing, ring of fire, ring throwing, etc., just like the circus in the girl's memory. But this group of people does not have the money to raise special animals.

"Performance can make some extra income, and it can also attract the attention of the villagers, so that it is good to sell our things."

Compared with the big chamber of commerce where Lorrain Hill once stayed, small groups like the Lake Chamber of Commerce also have their own means of survival.

"So that's it." Lorrain Hill nodded thoughtfully. It seems that such a small caravan cannot be underestimated. They can survive and naturally have a unique way of adapting.

When the time was approaching 10 o'clock in the morning, a gong sounded, and then a small stage was erected in the center of Lengquan Village~www.wuxiaspot.com~A simple and small performance was staged in this remote village.

After hearing this kind of music, the lively villagers slowly came around and watched those strangely dressed people perform 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, waving a sign in his hand, and then attracting the villagers into a dark purple tent. Under his explanation, he can get instructions from the witch by just offering a few coins. The trajectory of one's own destiny.

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. This witch has always been fascinating. Even the people in our caravan don't know where she came from. She disappears from time to time, appears from time to time, like an old man and a girl, only telling the fate of those whom she recognizes. ."

Following this person's explanation, a villager onlookers also curiously looked at the purple tent that led to the unknown and mystery.

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