She Is Not a Witch

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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 suspicious, some people walked into the tent one after another, trying to find out their own destiny.

In the mysterious tent, only a small amount of light is poured into it through the thick cloth. The whole environment is surrounded by a hazy purple, and there are various small objects hanging in the sky, including conch, shells, stars, and the molting of certain insects. , Strange stones, etc., make people who walk into it feel a mysterious breath.

Inside the tent, a veiled woman sits behind a black flannel table. She is dressed in a dark purple robe and hood. There are asymmetrical rings on her wrists, and her fingers wear different colors. The ring gives the feeling of a senior person.

After the guest sat at the table anxiously and asked her questions, the woman asked in a low voice the cause of the matter, and then shuffled the fortune-telling cards in front of her several times to allow the guests to draw the cards.

The result is always cautious amidst luck and hope amidst difficulties, allowing visitors to imagine everything, and then firmly remembering the witch’s warning.

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

"It indicates that you may get a good harvest this year, but beware of other disturbances. For example, the dog may indicate the destruction of the fields by warcraft or beasts. The figure in it may be yourself, or it may be peeping from the side. You have a good harvest, so you have to take care of your own fields."

After the witch had interpreted the sign on the card to the middle-aged man, the man solemnly nodded, thanking the witch and walked out of the tent.

At this time, the sun in the sky has passed noon. After a morning of divination, the man at the door told that today is over. The witch must follow some mysterious rules and the number of divinations in a day cannot exceed a certain number of times, otherwise disasters will be incurred.

Under such an explanation, all the people who had been on the sidelines before dispersed in anguish.

After a group of people were almost gone, a light-brown girl quietly walked out of the back door of the tent and went to eat.

Lorraine Hill was sitting under a large tree with luxuriant branches, and the sun 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 raised the cup in front of her and slowly drank 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 sunshine in the afternoon.

"Miss, is that fortune-telling really accurate?" Mira, who stood by, asked Lorrain Hill with some doubts. She didn't perceive any extraordinary magic power from the girl.

"Perhaps," Lorrain Hill said.

"If I tell you, this year, as long as you are diligent, concentrating on work, paying attention to the various conditions in the field, and taking good protection, you will definitely harvest a lot of food in autumn. Do you think that is credible ?"

"Isn't this a matter of course?" Mira shook her ears and leaned over to look at the lady in the blonde red dress.

"Yes, as I once told you, as long as you study hard and you can improve your grades, it is actually a very simple truth."

"But usually because of various reasons, everyone doesn't want to do it."

"But if it is a certain authority, telling you in a special mysterious ritual, this is your destiny, will you have a sense of sacredness, and then strive to accomplish this."

"It seems, it is." Mira nodded, seeming to understand.

"Perhaps the prediction is not necessarily true, but it will also become a motivation for many people. So sometimes there is no need to treat such things too harshly."

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

"Yeah, I see, Miss." Mira felt that His Royal Highness seemed to be alluding to herself again, and quickly nodded, hoping that this one would stop talking.

"Hey, okay, let's not talk about it, go to lunch."

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

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The lunch in the mountain villages is not gorgeous. Simple white rice with a little green vegetables. The only highlight is the meat slices that were not finished yesterday.

The residents here are different from those who grow wheat in the province, they seem to eat more rice. At lunch, Lorrain Hill met the light brown girl just now.

"Good afternoon, hard work in the morning." Lorrain Hill greeted simply.

"Good afternoon, Miss Lecia." There was a big bowl of rice in front of the girl, and a pile of meat and vegetables.

"It seems that I have a good appetite."

"Well, it's usually rare to have the opportunity to eat so much meat." She answered while eating, and didn't care about the tedious dining etiquette. Of course, Lorrain Hill didn't value such unnecessary etiquette.

"Then eat more. Do you usually pretend to be a witch to fortune telling to others?" Lorrain Hill asked.

"My aunt used to do this job, but now she says she is getting older and looking for someone to take over this kind of job, and there are not many girls in the next generation, so she chose me." She chewed quickly. And then took the time to talk about things in the caravan.

"All kinds of jobs in the caravan require a fixed person to do it. If someone doesn't do it, you have to find someone to take over. That's probably the case."

When Lorrain Hill had just finished a small bowl of rice, the girl had eaten two large bowls of rice and a bowl of vegetables.

"Thank you for the hospitality~" After the meal, the girl thanked Lorrain Hill and then went for a walk in the mountains.

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After seeing the performance of the Lake Caravan, Lorrain Hill asked everyone in his caravan to see what everyone thinks~www.wuxiaspot.com~ You can also try to make a few small shows to attract these mountains. The villagers browse their goods.

Seeing those members contemplating and hesitating, Lorraine Hill suddenly felt that he was acting like the teacher in charge when he was a child, and letting the students in the class prepare for the program, after all, became the person he hated when he was a child. But this is quite interesting. Now, Lorrain Hill, who is in the Demon Sequence, is not like when he was practicing the Angel Sequence, and his personality has changed slightly.

The next day, Cold Spring Village.

There are more tables in the open space between the villages. Today not only is the Lake Chamber of Commerce, but everyone from the Lagertis Caravan also put together a few attractive programs.

On a small platform, a strange girl also walked up the steps. She has short blond hair, is wearing a blue and white skirt, holding a cross wooden frame in her hand, and below is a doll walking in the air with a string And waving his arms.

"The opera of the little dolls is here for you today.

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